I've been feeling the critics lately,
They've been quiet but murmuring.
Miss Heart, from the trauma...
And the medicine I abandoned her for, through force.
Lady Liver and Dame Kidney,
Who I legally and knowingly abused for years.
Monarch Mind and her anxieties,
Who I didn't, nor couldn't keep from harm.
The critics... They're gathering .
Mrs Microbiome, married to my choices and unable to divorce.
Countess of Amygdala,
Begging her now, not to go to war again.
Her Highness, Queen Fascia...
Hardens again monthly to be broken free.
Sitting frustrated at dinner,
Their host is hard to be kind too these days.
The menu must evolve again,
It's critical to improve retention and reviews.
ORGANIC IMPRESSIONS-:-
ultimate
perceptive
longings
idealise
identity
into PIVOTAL FIGURES
stubbornly
fanciful
excesses
theatrically
sentimental
with ALLEGORIC EMPHASIS
strictly
defined
exampled
praised
inspiration
Do you exist just to survive
or would you like to make decisions
to help your body thrive
Five years of endurance from the age of ten
nightly menu of mashed potato, cold roast meat
no greens no fruit,nothing else, if you didn't like the food it was hunger
There was not another thing to eat
Daily morning breakfast, nutritionally no better
a bowl of corn flakes and a cup of tea
Consumed in a household of two smokers
good health could never hope to be
Many coughs, colds, tired
and aching in the ears
Life a daily challenge
full of many fears
Boils upon the legs the head
often near the nose
Fatigue, fall asleep in class
a life of daily woes
Adversity has a purpose
it makes us stronger or we fall
Decisions to be made
when our backs are to the wall
And the decision that was made fifty years ago
turned his life around
Modified his eating patterns
the old days had now run aground
In his house there are no smokers
a large variety of orqanic greens, nuts and fruits
His exceptional state of well being reflects
the selection of his culinary pursuits
aesthetic
intuition
metamorphosis
&envelop
beauty
a paradox
of
ambiguity
underpins
the
everyday
heroics
deviations
delight
in
elaboration
of
the conspicuous
We are natural bodies outside
engaging spiritual souls inside
So also,
and with more significant integrity
in this domesticated
desecrating
lack of thriving home
We are timeless souls
with spacious bodies
Sexual souls
with sacred bodies
Sensational sages called
to musing ordinations,
sensexual singing souls
communing sacred dancing bodies
Inside pleasure history's
reweaving healthy rites
outside passion mystery's
re-ligioning wild wealth sights
Of natural wilderness bodies
restoring spiritual sanctuary souls.
If love were 'dark matter'
it would be the size
of a small kidney stone.
Hate is
an intestinal tapeworm
that gnaws at our vitals,
though most folks
remain unsure just what 'vitals' are.
The human brain
does not write poetry,
it merely crouches inside one ear,
while shouting into the other.
Poetry abides at the center
of an ever-expanding constellation
deep within the pineal gland -
that physical presence
manipulates, as many as
ten fingertips or toes
plus, a sloshed Calliope
swinging back and forth,
as she clings precariously
to chandelier-like Adam's apple.
Lips learn to think for themselves,
with the help of undocumented
angels.
Thus, naturally
organically produced poetry
can easily be manifest
while a nose dips deep
into a foaming glass of beer.
words
emerge organically
as blossom
from
inspiration
&
embrace
a
natural
placement
to
visually
evolve
into
verse
in
a harmonious
dance
twixt content
& form
unfurling
as a flower
in the sun
on
the emotional landscape
of symbiotic
thought
becoming
a
rich tapestry
perceivable
wordplay
indentation
spacing &
line break
woven cadences
of expressive
effect
I have healthy food
It comes from my backyard lawn
Very organic.
tapestries
of
light
in
a whispered
symphony
of existence
at
the crossroads
of reality
to will
a search
of the
fabrics of time
She dubs
worn thin
sounds
that assault
bounce back
further spread
in barbed spikes
of dark and
ruby delicacy
mutters
of consternation
furthermore,
panics
she will
break or
go down
in tears
screeches
fill her
dreams
her mouth
her ears
August 06, 2022
First, followers find Focus on worthy "subject"
Atributes of God as creator are meditation staffs
Introspect: watch your heart. It will shock you
Think of those in need,pray for them. It refocusrs u on life
Habituate yourself to enjoy praying with others, at times in silence, and in song, special times on Calendar
The food we eat does matter
From natural,organic
We switch to unnatural,inorganic
From inorganic we switch back to organic
Because our bodies do not compromise
Our bodies rule the health kingdom
We pay to touch the wrong switch
Greed and abound always pay in one way or another
And so
Live simple but healthy
Where Earth's international diplomats
might hope for multiculturally appropriate
justice
Radical theologians aspire
to restore sacred EarthGreen Peace
And EarthBeauty mystics,
whose reclusive nature is not not spiritual
indigenously serene
and spacious mystics
nondualistic
nonviolent
non-zero-sum ecological economists
Actively hope
the rest of us unenlightened
and disempowered victims
of degenerative stressful traumas
find some cooperatively co-invested
serenity
In our sacred EarthTribal
co-empathic
co-arising justice
co-passioning peace restoring
peak experience
long-term multi-regenerational memories
of preferably bilateral
synergetic
co-neurosystemic
passionately peaking
co-identity
Right here at home
in family
and local ecopolitical community
Where Earth's multicultural diplomats
might hope for democratic healthy wealth
restoring integrally cooperative justice.
The organic food
The non-cholesterol eggs
The non-cholesterol cooking oil
The omega-3 eggs
The vegetarian food
The sugarfree sweets
The less sugar
The high fibre less salt
The acid-free vitamin C
The multivitamin enriched
The herbs
The many types of healthy food
The man starts a food revolution by himself
Which should be commenced
At the very beginning
As he must be grateful to his body and
The Creator
Hope it's not too late now
Love even if it's a thread,
binds us for a lifetime...
Some deny or forget,
these never truly loved...
Not that I live by this thread,
but in truth I say to you:
organic memory
of a kiss of love,
will never be forgotten...
This is pure sacrosanct
truth... !
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