In lateral seems.. . …a linear

bi-striate

arched light bent by forces

foreseen, such this mood felled

fore in, gravity…

and of colored pale..…

wh-ill the feather of black eyed raven

flit and fly

taken for a forest floor.

Talked with a man today who is breaking up with his newest fuck buddy today. He said she sent pictures of herself slashing her wrists. He said she said she never sent naked pictures of herself to other men. He said she said that if she is pregnant that she would get an abortion. He said she said she would call the police telling them he stole a weapon from her that apparently he said she gave him as a gift…

I wonder… What does she say he said?

Of course, all mind numbing and yet, inspirational.
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At the well the gossip helped pass the heat in time to gather
The women whispered who did what to whom
and when
and where
and why…

At the brick yard the gossip of men dealt with who fuck who
to whom
and when
and where
and why…

Why?
Why does anyone want to hear it?
Why, when all the stories ever told about every situation…
Why?

Ask the Wind and what will be the answer if you listen?

Try living life
Try not taking sides until known completely,
both sides..

If one cannot then try being silent
Try
Try
Try

Life always wins over death
Truth always wins over lies
Peace always wins over hate
Yet so many people try to embrace
the losing side.

.

.

Jousting
Sword’s
Horses
Lords

To be a man with whims of glory touching soul
To the victor
goes the mind

To be such in a hurry, the youthful boy scurries the castle floor
wood toys
fires and vassals
a kingly toil
The youthful girl combs hair of dolls and learns of new worlds

But what if not, the supple thighs
softened breasts yearning to ripen
as the maidens travel the thoughts
behind all men’s eyes?

Hope gets them through the day
nary a sleepless night
the dreams of such a tournaments
folly

Such importance this royal balance
tween boys/girls, women/men
as all possess the shield
the sheath of passions
of life such victory
where all the Kingdom
wins…

.

Listened today, to bickering of politics
Hearing rain splash off the roof

there was the sound rocks clinking
machinery screeching
gossip from around the nation
“Did you hear?”

Mostly silent with opened ear
oh,
such the vibration

The Wind spoke
i listened.

Ha! Good! Let it end, it’s a shithole anyway… However, it will not end, but it will definitely change…

Here is a headline from another idiot crying wolf…

This Is How Human Extinction Could Play Out

Food-system collapse, sea-level rise, disease. In his new book “Falter,” Bill McKibben asks, “Is it Too Late?”

Now i can’t fault Bill for his stupidity, after all, he is only human… and everyone knows that humans are mostly idiots. Not all and not all the time, but mostly.

What saves Bill from his idiotic self is that he does not say it will end but by using ‘could’ and the sentence “Is it too late?” Those two pieces in the headline saves his ass.

Humans LOVE the ‘what if’ ‘it could’ ‘we’re all doomed!’ on just about every topic they fancy and every topic that satisfies that which they think needs satisfying…

This world will most definitely end in the way it currently is. It always has and always will… though by ‘ending’ it only means another beginning of ‘something’. In this world’s case… another world via ‘change’.

I LOVE global climate change. I LOVE virus, bacteria, volcano’s, earthquakes, tornado’s… It is ALL GOOD.

Actually for nature, there IS nothing bad… only what the animal called human thinks is bad.

Nuclear meltdowns: Good

Plague: Good

Asteroid strike: Most excellent

Nothing in nature is bad except for what humans decide is bad.

Now, self-survival is important but is the self more important then the whole herd? Think about that for a moment, that is if you have the capacity to think about situations and things other than yourself…

Humans are in the midst of great change, they just can’t see or feel it. I, for one, look forward to the end result but that’s a loooooooong, faaaaar, distance in the future.

Sadly, ”’IT”’ is here now. It cannot be stopped. The events have been set in stone thus in motion… A lot of ‘people’ a lot of ‘creatures’ to include fish, birds; all species are in for a wild ride but as in all travel, the journey comes to a destination, a finale.

And i for one, say, it’s about time…

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Inspirational of course. And of course, it is.

**

With a small bee settling upon the ear

Comfortable and talking to the source

it was easy

to hear.

Don felt uncomfortable watching the dialogue

“There’s a bee, on your ear…”

Laughing as the messenger was softly

brushed aside.

Water now gathers in search of a wave

Oceans energies throttled to please

in depths far below darkness and light

the people will desire

they will want the gift gladly

embracing the deceit.

The native folks in all countries of this world… once owned slaves. Of course you will not hear them admit to it nor will you hear the media talk about it.

The Blackfeet in the Western states enslaved a LOT of people from other tribes of other nations. Men, children, and women… a LOT of women…

Then the negro’s enslaved each other in Africa. The europeans enslaved other europeans. In history of mankind… every culture made slaves of those dominated.

Now, that’s all mostly history… However slavery methods of the past have changed. Today people are slaves to their electronic devices such as social media, computers, smart phones, etc etc etc…

Many are slaves to money, possessions, flesh pursuits, religions…

Maybe everyone really is just a form of slave to themselves?

Yeah, that’s a good hypothesis. Slaves to love. Slaves to hate. Slaves to work. To sex. To play. To drink. To drugs… The choice of masters are endless.

Myself, I’m a slave to no one except God, but… IF i were a slave to something… it would definitely be food and sleep.

What’s that?

Is that a piece of chocolate calling my name?

Gotta go.

I’m coming chocolate. I’m coming to do your bidding. Gladly will I offer my body and taste buds to your chocolatly demands.

“You’re a sick one.”

Yep.

It’s a cold world indeed

Full of storms, coldness, and heat

So much concern about illness, wealth, death;

naked into and out, such is the test

Wearing a cloak transparent,

sewn by hand and time

Thread

after

thread

after

thread…

So comfortable now

hiding in plain sight

Buttons latched

Zipper zipped

Tail long… so long

and flowing, gliding above the ground

Now, fully covered and friends with creatures, wind,

and air

talking to the flowers, the tree’s the bee’s, even the soil

hidden in plain sight

alive, comfortable, free, naked

covered in glowing

warmth.

Hype

Exude

Bullshit…

Never trust a politician that says, “Trust me!”

Especially never trust a politician named Cortez that says the world will end within twelve years because of climate change ( the world has a better chance of ending with her getting elected by her moron constituents)

Invested in a penny stock currently. Owned it for years because I like their product and process of manufacture. Boring stock. No to little revenue. Accumulating loss year after year.

Last Fall, some new blood on their board and then the stock price mysteriously starts to increase in volume and drop in price. In a matter of weeks the price drops to .000 land with huge volume.

On a stupid entertaining forum dedicated to stock trading called, Ihub, the total volume of posting for years was less than 200 posts total. Today… almost 100,000 posts.

Why write about such bullshit? Why not? It’s my site and I can write about any shit I want and tonight I write about the bullshit of “RahRah!”

Money has no friends. It has no alligiance. It’s only ally is greed.

I hate rah rah speech based on greed. I hate greed. I hate bullshit.

This stock I write about is like every other company and the shareholders with greed in their hearts. Buy low and sell high. That’s okay, but to buy low and sell high while at the same time telling others “Rah rah! Buy! Buy!” I hope they get a mass of collective hemorrhoids..

Thankfully though, there is pizza and chocolate.

A lot of creatures with the mental faculty of understanding there is more to planet Earth than the pursuit of food, sex, and survival; understanding there is more than self or others. There is more in the way of what some could title, “Higher Power.”

A lot of creatures with the mental faculty of understanding the planet Earth, do not believe in a deity such as God,rather they choose to understand the mundane of a simple planet engaged in the most primitive of intelligence. This is wonderful, as it makes those in the first paragraph all that more satisfying to watch.

Today, a man said the following, “”The real story is what I tried to tell you from the beginning. It didn’t happen back there. It’s happening right while you’re alive looking at it,” Farrakhan told the audience. “I represent the Messiah. I represent the Jesus and I am that Jesus. If I am not, take my life.””

A lot of so many of an infinite passing of moments of such thoughts so varied and yet so much the same… these have clung to themselves and their collective thoughts.

Power is an interesting concept. Farrakhan has his own power in this little world. A power he enjoys, cultivates, believes in, and embraces. Good for him Good for all who think, embrace, and know themselves and their choices. Better they cling to what they think they know than what is real and they do not know, as they would be unable to believe in what is really real.

Fools wear many colors of cloth. They announce. Filling minds that will accept such and thus pass the mantle of foolishness on to the many coming generations.

Allah. God. Jesus. Mohammad. Buddha. Quan-shi. Bill. Farrakhan. Who are these names? What are these names?

Wars have been fought. Muslim against Christian. White against White. Black against Black. War… Sweetness of spilled blood. Fangs bared in anger. Rape. Horror. Pestilence. Plague. Who are these names? What are these names?

Simple is simple. Real is real. Fools are fools.

God will not smite such because fools really do not understand what it is they do. People such as Farrakhan though, will and do smite fools who do not understand. And there is the difference in names.

War is good for this world. It is needed. It is embraced. It is real. It will happen over and over just as it always has…

However. And with great sadness. War for this world will not be good when it meets the World known by so many creatures with the mental faculty of knowing there is… more…

and so, much like the Winds talk with few to listen… a poem

*

Did you hear? though… Did you listen?

Over

and

Over

and

Over

it has been written, it has been said.

Pushing and pushing and pushing

breaking out from the familial thread

“I am!”

“Hear me, I am Man!”

Knowledge, the bitter fruit indeed

when used to taint the seed

Do not live in the past, nor think you know the future

Live now with an open heart, an open ear,

listen to what is all around

is is…

here.

Amen

Mischievous? Oh hell yeah… But little devils? Ha! Definitely not.

I LOVE imps. They have a lot in common with stability/reality. Leaving very little to fantasy.

Imps and Imp’s are, everywhere…

They play with you in dreams, on your telephone, your computer, your reading glasses, your car, bike, airplane, job… In short, the key word for them is ‘play’.

If they cause harm, they no longer are called imp. They lose that status for a long time, but even though their ‘nature’ is playful, they actually help those they play tricks upon so even if they do cause harm, it all works out in the end with some really great situations unfolding where an imp regains title.

Tonight, it is about time to visit some imp’s in my world… The world of dreams is one of fantastic opportunities and the past few nights have indeed been very busy…

What is really fun is to turn the tables on an imp. To become an imp for an imp is just one of those small things that come with the job which makes the time pleasant in passing.

Of course, inspirational for a bit of poem impishness…

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What World hails that which slumbered deep?

That which dares to set the wolves aflame?

To call that with name and chance is much akin to

mischievous play…

Council gathered as the songs spun threads of old

bringing memories to granite cold, and mirth to the young

and bold…

Pomp and ceremony hold no sway

only the power of Life

the circle of Joy

and Peace

Making such to accept

to be

awake.