Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
When I am gone,
in winter's timeless hibernation,
what will you be doing
with this sanctifying place
in time's healing space
refueling mortal rememory?
When you peer here
in summer's eternal play
what could I begin feeling
in such sadly glad sanctifying
pre-winterizing grace
In spacious golden
compassioned imaginations,
thoughtfully rebuilt
green cooperative restorations
Softening fear of sacred matriarchal loss
and not enough attention
Anger's trauma scars
replaced with AnthroHope
we might, one day,
receive EarthMother's
health and safe wealth dope
honorable midsummer mention
Fair-weathered
and rich-soiled
divinely humane
transtheistic rooted
polyvagal neuro-systemic structure
rebooted
Bilaterally reset
to sacred indigenous Win/Win
summer/winter
anticipating souls.
On Sundays I go to the bank
So I can fill up my gas tank
I dislike refueling
When Putin is drooling
But I'm just a typical Yank
sometimes i want ice cream
other times i want chili mac soup
on alternative days i want a simple salad drenched in bacon ranch
sometimes i want an ocean view
other times i want a mountain view
on alternative days i want a simple cabin in the woods off the grid
sometimes i want a hallmark movie
other times i want a hot romantic movie
on alternative days i want a golden age black and white movie
sometimes i want absolute quiet
other times i want particularly pretty noise
on alternative days i want a couple of kids around for laughs and refueling
sometimes i want the pleasure of your compnay
other times i want the pure enjoyment of the pleasure of your company
on alternative days i want every aspect of the pleasure of your company
the 12th throw blanket is on amplifies the warm vibe with you EveryDay.....
The lowest common green ecological denominator
of healthy highest interfaith power
and light compassionate dialogue
Is potentially now deepest learning
and widest eco/theo-languaged communication
Secular Earth as potential sacred Heaven
in multicultural dialogue
And global health care development
win/win systemic
For optimizing green therapeutic
polycultural
resilient multi-organizational
ego-health/eco-wealth outcomes
refueling pro-active
kindred
enumerating spirits
At least those not denominationally undermining this WholeEarth comparison
I am trying to recycle, non-linear,
to grow unstuck dynamically in-between
actively restoring hope,
dormant independent faith,
co-empathic love objectives
NOT reactively punishing Self
and Other
and WholeEarth BioSystems
As if merely
nerdy
unprivileged
unimportant subjects
Of omnipotent StraightWhiteMale
immortal internal Voices of God
judgmentally monocultural,
merely pedestrian denominational
The lowest common green ecological
left-hemisphere rational denominator
of healthy highest interfaith power
and light co-gravitating
nonpartisan
co-passionate eco/theo-dialogue.
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who appears wimpish;
But your back is stronger
And harder than Olumo rock,
And the great walls of China;
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who staggers like a Kampf panzer,
Through thick and thin,
Rough and tough terrains unscathed
You who have no foundation,
But, your house is sturdier
Than Buckingham palace,
I salute you
You,
Whose legs are short
But covers miles without refueling...
You, who stump, trump, trample,
Hustle and bustle
Where the high and mighty
Fear to thread
I salute you
The day a swart of hungry crocodiles
Stumble on you,
Their knife-like fangs become obsolete
When a swarm of starving lions encounter you,
They go home angry and hungry
A black, insidious mamba
Retreats and recoil
When it confronts you
The day a stray elephant
Steps on you,
It looses balance
The panzer who cannot fire a cannon
But repels a thousand loose cannons
With it's impregnable back,
I salute you
Citadel of wisdom, wits and tricks
Whom our sacred African oracles rely on,
I salute you!
The face of a beautiful dream is your friendship
I see that without complaints and am content with all
This face is my love than a a deep sea
I knew your picture that never erase in my life
Everything about you makes me pleasure
Knowledge about you was always perfect
Your smile alone sent me over the edge
Be forever on your company
Others ask me your name but
I am familiar with your pleading eyes
I don’t know what it is so
And I judge with your soul
With you my sky was green
And grass was blue
And my body gets refueling
Before I tackle more
Your presence is precious
Than good deeds that I seek
Hope you have sufficient patience for all
I find the guidance in your presence
This face is my life-boat and
Everything beautiful in the world
Then I leave from my worries
Yet we were what we were love make at all.
When she first energetically read about Energy
She realized she was also less emptily
aptically
entropically studying absence of NegativEnergy.
As she became a more PositivEnergy Mentor,
She noticed she was unbecoming
a NegativEnergy pathologist.
As she became known
as a community-rooted steward
facilitator
guide for locally-owned PositivEnergy resilience
She understood she was also divesting
from WinLose chaos
ZeroSum anarchy
climate pathology.
As she became internationally famous
as Queen of cooperatively-owned PositivEnergy Soul,
She became bilaterally conscious
of WinWin locally produced solar panels,
wind turbines,
surfing hydropowers
refueling Green EcoSchools
and villages,
landscaped roofs
and community gardens
inviting and producing
waterfalls of cooperatively-owned
resilient Green Grace.
Nos so much Red RightWing extractive
patriarchal DisGrace.
To McCain's Own Drum
To McCain's own drum marched to its beat;
From victory to victory and defeat to defeat;
Tough tenacity;
Virulent veracity;
One of greatest guys would want to meet.
McCain his plane he was always refueling;
With honor and dignity had been dueling;
Always clever;
Gave up never;
Battles he fought became quite grueling.
To God. knew McCain would always relent;
For him to meet maker was always intent;
Do or die;
Others satisfy;
Off to heaven is where he had been sent.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and orphan of
a Navy father killed on Aircraft
Carrier Intrepid
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Brunswick Beacon should have a
poetry contest about John McCain.
Existence in Exile
Dispensing realities of parallel dimensions thrown into alternate extensions
Panoptical parasitical pretensions lie the overlords of illegitimate intentions
Chaos encroaches an anomaly serving the omnipresent obsolescent odyssey
Travelers of space-time unconsciously rediscovering the past sacred geometry
Hemispheres of dormant deceptions live deceivers of maleficent conceptions
In the cosmic corridors of corrections and refueling in the abyss of reflections
Within infinite bubbles of the multiverse navigating neglectfully we traverse
A catatonic continuum we immerse as we ride the eternal elliptical in reverse
For now we welcome the wormhole entering worlds of the carcinogenic cabal
Into oleaginous oblivions we crawl with ideological illusions we habitually haul
Within a consciousness condemned and realities severely sacrificially stemmed
Amidst a hellion hyperspace suspend will we arise altruistic aligned and amend?
May.19.2018
In 100 Years
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
The Human Race, 2017
There is no ‘White Supremacy’; there is no ‘Black Lives Matter’
But who has been refueling
To make this hatred fatter
It's never black and white, but everything in between
We are; The Human Race
And we differ in how we see
There is no ‘Rich Vs. Poor’; yet, less a ‘Middle Class’
Who is growing our dependencies?
To control the way we act
Where have gone the dreamers; small business, building lives
Who is costing us our future?
With taxes, fees, and lies
The pros and cons of history, so, why should statues fall?
Another way devised to blind us
And to keep the racial stalls
We are all in this together, and together we must stand
To recognize each other
To serve the common man
We are all in this together, and together we’ll be strong
Remember: We The People
Cause politics, will always, ‘play’ us wrong
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
I lost something special
Just when I was at the threshold
The dark forces took hold
Many a time this has been told
Knowing now that new hands embrace
What was once mine this elegant gift of grace
Mesmerized I was the moment I faced
These thoughts I often retrace
The pleasure of leather and lace
A connection shared by one who was true
Transformed and taken by this evil shrew
It was all because of you this evil in her grew
Cruelly abused by the family she knew
Attracted to negative energies attraction
The alcohol is a chemical reaction
Be her method of usual distraction
Granting momentary satisfaction
Recognizing that the love of oneness is true
Does not leave me feeling blue
For loving still holds harder the glue
Refueling my spirit a new
To be patient for this is no game
Nor do I seek favor and fame
For loves fire overcomes the pain
No matter how far the distance you name
So, no matter where life carries you
No matter it is whatever you do
From stones and bullets by you
My love will always remain with you
My soul is an ocean..
I wade in euphoric waters all day
In my dreams I am a traveler
But when awoken I come to life
I swim along as the hours pass by
Until again I drift off into the night
Do you think it should be reversed?
Am I dreaming or awake?
Some think that it is a curse but
Against the grain is the bed that I make
My soul is an ocean..
I am at one with my mind
I might be human
A mere traveler by moonlight
To pass by the time
But in my heart I am sublime
Thoughts are waves
My feelings are the currents
I'm constantly wading, awaiting
Refueling in the waters that give me life
Tide pools for eyes
When you look at me am I there?
I am not lost
My soul is just an ocean..
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