Twas only glimpses
For eons into days
That TRUTH arose
Exposed, bathed
In a glorious light
The heart grew
From a whisper
Hope expanding
Into uncontainable
JOY
I observed
I experienced
I processed
I transmuted
I restored
...and now, now I see
The master plan
Unfold the brilliant
Mind of LOVE
Descended into matter
Ascending in WISDOM
Through mercy and grace
To take the appointed place
From womb
To fully embody
PEACE
..and now, LOVE moves
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-09-2026
They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
Duckweed and hamhock Recipes
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Written By: Staccato Tremolo
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Rubisco alluring adjectives modern slang sounds so sexy.
It rizzy charm and satisfying Piquant.Yes, you can turn
desert land into an oasis by establishing a reliable
freshwater source, building a protective windbreak
, and enriching the sandy soil with organic matter.
Southwest Wildflower Mixes,California Poppy,Portulaca,
Desert Marigold .Back to Rubisco, it is the most
abundant substance on earth.
it is found in every green thing in every
plant on this planet.Responsible for photosythersis
it will be processed to be used as a protein for daily meals
.Calliandra californica,Tetrameris tetrapter,Hesperaloe parviflora,
Caesalpinia mexicana,Hesperaloe parviflora. Phrygian dominant
and quarter tones.
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Use spinach if you don't have access to duckweed.
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Tener age must be stated and true if dating and co mingling are
in process! Ordered by the Grand Poohbah of the Order of Buffalo's.
I offered you a piece
of my heart,
and you dreamed of the day
our hands might finally meet.
But when my account expired,
and the link went cold,
you processed it as betrayal,
and called it a lie.
You disconnected,
though you knew
it wasn't my fault,
though you knew
we were prisoners too,
locked inside a cage
built by others,
imprisoned with our own love.
By the time you understood,
it was already too late.
Perhaps the fist that never opened in me,
that unyielding ache,
would never have let me
forgive you.
Or perhaps it was simply fate
that the taste of your lips
would belong to someone
who never truly loved you—
someone who lays his head
upon your breasts
only out of habit.
HANDLING THE PARADOXICAL
eliding
syncretic
conceptual
attitudes
presented
processed
published
thus
articulated
schematics
empirically
impress
&persuade
radical
conception
"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas
"Go with peace toward the light./ God knows your time, and it's all right." - My persceptive
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best,
but that was a very long time ago.
It’s fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
At one point in my life, I’d been so blessed.
Then winds of afflictions began to blow.
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best.
Bad neck, bad shoulder, hip, cancerous breast,
then something even worse, so I can know
It’s fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
How smug I had been before I processed
that each decade would bring me a new woe.
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best.
Though Dylan with his poetry had stressed
fighting death, it’s not with rage I’ll let go.
It's fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
I wish for health to be again my guest.
This I still desire, but the sun sinks low.
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best.
It’s fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
INSPIRATION
inherent
realities
imitate
complex
objectives
engulf
understanding
recalling
recurrent
obsessions
in
transitory
graphic
symbols
suspended
enshrined
feelings
made
manifest
inner
conflict
processed
with
concerned
innovative
contemplative
&relaxed
perception
a secluded
consciousness
of
pictorial
space
enhancing
tranquil
atmospheres
embody
innocence
I don't want to be a processed human
warm thumpads on click screen
cant put my hands in my pcokets
pockets filled with sand
cup of dirt by my table
Orange fire tree, a beauty, shivers in gray
I am not aware of me
when nature bears to see its swaying leaves
there's glory in the metal squeak of a guitar string
feel dead wood, relief, plastic wrapped child roses
Smell the green on harvested before bloom
The blood crust on my ear
monstrous scratching between straw hair of a dead scalp makes me want to rip skin out
Ocean water take me there but i hear electric of cars every step
bushes square
trees baby leaves
bloomed too late to turn green
Watch a movie set in italy you feel the vibrations of the screen
make your face red; silent scream
pop ups, plastic warmth
cling to the radiator through polyester, spine compressed and half your bed taken by an amass of wires and clunk: heavy mess to project reality
My veins pump blood spray when cut
I'm a real human transmitting consciousness through things i never knew
drained my energy in this scry mirror: to be human is selfish, AI helps with all but takes root to steal yourself and sell it back to you
How can America
Be healthy again
With so much
Processed food and
Chemicals in our drinking water
At the table of resistance.
On which fragile plates rest.
It's like an endless stream of tasty Kaitenzushi.
Hissing and fizzing life way.
Should you over indulge, on one too many plates.
You will end up bloated and stuck in space.
For what you resist, persists.
Thus resisting floating with a medium.
Given the temple of your body.
Adjust the right amount of calibrated meals.
Adding only what you need to the never emptying plates.
That could be processed in one seeing and seating.
If you find yourself in lost Vegas.
You could just enjoy the unique smells.
Or You could chew chew chew through every meal.
Or You could just drop your entire tray.
Too much resistance will make you a dull bulb.
So lessen the load by learning lessons in all seasons.
Yet at table of resistance one might not kneed light.
To say Itadakimasu.
I’m buzzing inside, yeah I’m on my way
Gonna find a brighter, better day
Rising up, you’ve seen me sore
No stopping me now, hear me roar
Shedding my skin, a new life begins
From a chrysalis cocoon into butterfly wings
My form takes flight, I rise in the light
Watch me transcend, gaining height
Everything I want is coming my way
I feel the dawn of a brand new day
My dreams are reality
My words are spells casting me free
I feel the light breaking through me
Can’t stop me now, I’m coming alive
I spread my wings and I touch the sky
My light burns strong, my truth shows how
I was always meant to rise- my time is now
I was walking through shadows of who I’d been
Now I’m standing in power, letting it in
Every thought processed, the magic now cast
I’m stepping through-future and past
I finally see the light is me. The living creation is where I'll be
I’m stepping through time, leaving the past
I’m living the magic that I cast.
Come join me....
Both aired, but unalike
Processed of minds.
Anarchic; sane.
Harmful. Healthful.
Both aired, but unalike.
First, last, seethe. Lull.
As devils, as angels
Enfolded by.
Street and track-walked.
City; parkland.
As devils, as angels.
Morn, eve, expand.
Two defining features
set man apart from sheep
And every other creature
that fly or swim or creep
Have you ever seen an animal
that daily cooks its chow
Humans are the only ones
be it vegies chooks or cow
A magpie with a microwave
that really is a laugh
To eat a roasted worm or two
not ever cut in half
And what is the outcome
of all this processed junk
The plastic fills the oceans
and the land is full of gunk
Sickest of them all
is the man who makes the mess
Disregarding all the species
he couldn't care much less
Is extinction on the cards
for all that does exist
Try hard to treat the world with love
don't be a pessimist
Knowledge processed
notions formed
attachment to self
Rhythms of heart
drums with contempt
fluffers with gratitude
Many masks worn
laughter - tears – scorn
dense clouds or crystal clear
Shallow to deep. rivers of the mind
rational, truth, compassion, tolerance
each choice, the soul wears
51.
My 8th Leaf
Picked thee from high place
Meters from its base
Now the longest one
Note's page overspan
It's a bamboo leaf
Students – sports players
-And stage performers
From InterCapSU
Just said “Bye, bye you”
Towards Home-Sweet-Home
September last day
While bus on delay
Road's bit so rocky
Blurred air was dusty
Sun has just set
On bus “Marienelle”
Beside window sill
On Sigma somewhere?
A highschool near there
Dumarao coming
Processed Salingsing
Papers to Ma'am Bing
Bought books, inks, CDs
Went to Ma'am Gomez
Somehow busy day.
-09/30 – 10/01/2011
(Dumarao)
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