Pin-Top-Tip-Stop…

Towering figures make their way up the stairs, surrounded by the commotion below, as the currents of wealth and power ebb and flow around them. Rumors of political games and changing loyalties reverberate through the halls of authority, where facts are bent and obscured. In this turbulent atmosphere, where language takes on a poetic cadence, the thirst for knowledge endures. During ambiguity, the journey for riches and status gives rise to moments of contemplation, while the pursuit of purpose and identity remains steadfast.

Touch me with Singsongs and let us escape from reality and connect through the power of our voices. We crave words of optimism and expressions of eternal love, as we sway in the darkness to the beat of our shared emotions. Our thoughts synchronize like a melody, our hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Demons and Angels move in the same intricate dance, one rising while the other falls, climbing stairs and navigating through a world of uncertainty and deception. They speak truths and lies, blending reality with fiction. The truth may seem plain, but it is often overshadowed by the allure of entertaining creations and confusing illusions. Believe in the honesty of some, the deceit of others, and the manipulation of politics. Embrace the uncertainty of fate and the temporary satisfaction of material possessions. As we continue our journey, we must be prepared for both failure and success, constantly seeking out new experiences and challenges.

Gently brush eyelashes against my face, creating a delicate dance in my dreams. It feels like a long pause with no explanation, just breathing in sync with each other. I see tiny freckles, laughing lips, and inquisitive eyes coming together. The visions and soft words create a peaceful space, free from any competition or rush, filled with silence and whispers. As dreams come and go, wrinkles in time form like drawn curtains and the pace slows. We talk about the ways of the universe, admiring the streaks of starlight and the sweetness of gentle connections and love. Life intertwines and blends together, like intertwining circles and fancy footwork in a dance of love.

We are inhabitants of the emerald seas, intertwined with the black sands and tides that struggle against the current. Under the perfect alignment of the moonlight, we traverse another peaceful night untouched by dust. The Witch of Creation weaves perfect ideals and actions, twisting truth and dispelling falsehoods. To endure the night and emerge into a new day, we rely on fire and shelter in the caves. The challenges of today will shape tomorrow’s constraints under the light of a new dawn.

Freedom grieves. How many barriers separate the hopes of hearts and the unity of families? Barriers of fear and tears that stain and linger as trains travel under the sun’s path across the wind, towards a better future echoing through the faded borders towards improved moments and brighter days. Does the notion of absolute truth dismiss the role of government in providing opportunities and embracing progress that may lead to entitlements being recognized as the rights of the people? Why do the standards of human rights seem to vanish?

Ages past we became sponges; gifted and gregarious and bowed through insight and anchored to two worlds, one frightful and one enchanted. We are filled-to-edge with truth and with wisdom. Both’ are scary and fearful as wisdom sometimes becomes you, as age bends body yet frees spirit twirl. From the twins of two a power of life sparks, and alone-never places begin and fixes end. We together have already accomplished everything. And! Magically we all pass on!

Physics is dedicated to teaching and investigating new terms, utilizing limitless possibilities and objective calculations. Ideas are examined and derived using established principles, leading to fresh insights and comprehension. The ordinary is redefined and harmonized into logical explanations and critical thinking. Established beliefs are questioned as original concepts emerge, pushing us towards unknown realms. Understanding evolves continuously, paving the way for breakthroughs and progress to be unearthed and revisited.

Are we not all travelers scattered across someplace-somewhere? And! Does protection equal servitude? We know humanities’ finest moments.  ‘Love and Peace and Touch and Trust.’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Born To Die’ by Lana Del Rey

Leaves And Trees…

The wind’s eerie howl echoes through the desolate streets, slipping through the cold gaps between crumbling bricks and worn mortar. Nature abhors emptiness, a truth that has held since the dawn of time. A Walker’s sandal strap hangs loosely on the right side of his footwear, worn down and broken from years of use, emitting a soft flapping noise with each step. Above, unseen bombers zoom past, their deafening roar fading into the distance as they unleash their fury. Broken statues lie scattered throughout the abandoned park, where once lively mimes performed with purpose and grace, now lost to the sands of time.

Unique trees are unlike any other, with smooth chrome-like bark that is incredibly durable. Standing at towering heights of one thousand feet and widths of up to two hundred feet, these trees can never be destroyed. They can change colors individually, and some believe that this is how they communicate with one another.

Machine-made boxes arrive, harmonious in the minds of those alike or different, swirling and giggling as they break apart into solitude within the bustling crowd. Bridges connect fleeting moments in the absence of time. We seek connection and discover flavor in shared experiences, intimacy found in the flow of rhythm and rhyme. Touches may resonate deeply within the intricate structure of language, where echoes linger in the formalities of communication. The poet weaves tales, capturing the struggles and personal anguish of the outcast, the touch of creativity that can be perplexing.

Creation smiles as life comes and goes without road signs or interstate noise. Twilight and dawn, departure gates swirling through go-to spaces between here and there, to hear, fear, find, die, or live again in places without time. Ecliptic twirls through galaxies where composite forms appear and disappear, where Ophiuchus stands above the sun, wide and planetary, from brim to rim and back again.

Our nature runs with or from the many or the few, often seen through curved ceilings of doorways where curved light enters through twenty-one windows. More spirit than body, ruled by doubt or satisfaction, the self ends in time without reason except for a rhythm to complete. We are the daughters and sons of earth and the starry skies, living a simple and true history, despite suppression or fear. We are the eternity of spirits, never beginning and never ending.

As the circle closes and the web builds, the markers of old and new builders guide us, folded into original shape until needed and opened to be followed across the sky bridge. Bang, bang-bang, and the games begin again. This loving rhyme leads us through time, rewinding as we breathe, while hoping for more.

Far from ‘Rebecca Bends City‘, beyond the Calimesa Sea and the sea wall, there are people who worship steel trees. They are known as charm collectors, gathering the colorful leaves that fall from the chrome branches. These leaves are heavy slabs of indestructible fashion.

And! Beautiful you are…

“Little Red Corvette” by Prince

 

Mysterious Grins And Sight…

‘Naked Eye’

it’s not a choice i tried to make
it’s not a thought i couldn’t take
something told me it was time
to give you yours and leave me mine
my vision started to be clear
i watched the sunlight coming near
i knew the day i knew the night
i knew i could regain my sight
and it feels alright
and it feels alright
with my naked eye
i saw all the falling rain
coming down on me
with my naked eye
i saw all if i said it all
i could see

last night i came into your home
to break some ice and throw some stones
i asked if we could be alone
i had some troubles of my own
knew i had to say goodbye
to all the old things held inside
if i let the moment fly
i knew they’d all be magnified.
 

and it feels alright
and it feels alright. by Luscious Jackson

Acknowledge the profound impact of scarcity, lack, and emptiness in our lives. The sound of a loved one’s voice can touch us in ways words cannot express. In moments of silence amidst chaos, we discover unity in transcending dualities. As eternal beings without clear beginnings or ends, we hold a formless balance like the elements of nature. Whether reflecting on the present or past, history is influenced by those who manipulate outcomes for their own satisfaction.

We are tuned in to the awakening sounds and melodies that enchant our minds and hearts. A deep intuition, beyond logic, guides us with gentle care. Memories trickle through our thoughts like raindrops, sparking profound spiritual journeys like powerful tidal waves. We are encouraged to release our thoughts freely, allowing natural order to shift and expand with limitless perspectives and the intricate wisdom of a universal language.

In the vast expanse of space, where worlds twirl and stars twinkle, the bending of light creates swirling patterns that captivate the imagination. With flashes of light cutting through the sky, the dance of life begins anew, fueled by the rhythm of drumbeats and the unity of hearts. In this collective strength, individuality is embraced, allowing for a sea of possibilities to unfold. And as robots carry out their programmed tasks, they too experience the beauty and sorrow of existence while moving through the cosmos like dancers beneath the right night sky.

We seek understanding in the enigmatic smiles of da Vinci, the happiness of loved ones, shared ideas, and emotions. Our inclinations fluctuate between embracing or rejecting gatherings by recognizing excellence in small details and natural beauty. Imagination surpasses boundaries, honoring life’s wonders and offering comfort and love, forming a harmonious unity beyond time. In this bond, our spirits are forever connected in a love unmatched. And you, beautiful and powerful, are a vital part of it all.

Could these fundamental elements be key in understanding Sporadic Simple Groups? Is liberation a reflection of timeless Robots or will Androids eventually dominate? Perhaps the departed do not return because earthly existence no longer holds their interest, evolving through various structures and forms while emitting warmth. Our sensitivity to sounds and music captivates our thoughts, leading us through memories and spiritual explorations. Embracing our thoughts allows for a deeper appreciation of natural phenomena and the possibilities presented by theories.

And! Beautiful you are…

Imagine Dragons – ‘Thunder’

 

We! Inhabit All Worlds…

Itchycoo Park

“Over Bridges of Sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under Dreaming Spires
To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been

What did you do there? – I got high
What did you feel there? – Well, I cried
But why the tears there? – I’ll tell you why
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun.

I’ll tell you what I’ll do – What will you do?
I’d like to go there now with you
You can miss out school – Won’t that be cool
Why go to learn the words of fools?

What will we do there? – We’ll get high
What will we touch there? – We’ll touch the sky
But why the tears there? I’ll tell you why
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful.

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful”’Itchycoo Park’—written by Steve Marriott and Ronnie Lane…

 We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

An evolution of war is our war. We watch, yet we die. When our women fall, we die. When our men fall, we die. Their hopes for freedom and a better life are our hope for freedom and for life’s sweet moments to stretch into those minutes of sunset light as it kisses the line between water and sky. We gather and stand together because sight is not through eyes but observed as a gathering of eternal spirits and life. We protect body because life is a forever time, and we dance across the spectrum of color and desire to forever remain free. Freedom is Illusion and body free is Lie?

We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

We are divine creations, embodying the essence of life in all its forms. We are unstoppable and perfect in our existence. Peace is not found in poverty, but rather in embracing love and kindness. Love is superior to conflict and should always be chosen.

Medicine can aid us, but it does not define us. Healing should not be driven by profit, but by the desire to care for all life. Greed should never overshadow the importance of providing medical assistance. Life, love, and compassion should always take precedence over monetary gain.

 We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

We are all immigrants of this world. Since a flash of mystery or notions or nicks or knacks or reasons or rhymes we move through time and place and home and one-to-another. We are the managers ‘blood red’ same air and dancers of fictional truths drawn by spirits same and dreams of hope and the hope of dreams. We are the past—the present and the days of future dances.

We are the art of the Gods! We are Life! All growing and all walking and all crawling and all swimming. We are life perfect and unstoppable. Needs fulfilled—Peace? Poverty is not a disease. Greed is disease and the antithesis of Peace. And! Isn’t it better to fall in love than to fall in battle?

We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

“I swear by Apollo Physician and Asclepius and Hygeia and Panaceia and all the gods and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will fulfill according to my ability and judgment this oath and this covenant.”

The translations and passage of time can change the meaning and importance of oaths. While ‘Ο Όρκος του Ιπποκράτη’ may be ancient in human years, it is but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of Life. Words hold power, but they can be twisted and forgotten. In times of suffering, when pain and fear consume us, the power of healing words must never be tainted by greed or destruction.

“It is the duty of us all to ensure that our society remain one of which we are proud, not a society wary of immigrants and intent on their expulsion or a society that disputes the welfare state or a society in which the media are controlled by the wealthy. We would oppose such things were we true heirs to the National Council of the Resistance.” — by Stephane Hessel

 We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere…And! Now and then, won’t that be cool?

And! Beautiful you are…

"Mama, I’m Coming Home”OZZY OSBOURNE 

 

A Peculiar Species…

THE ABOVE AND MELTING

“Soft as tin,

Melting in the rain,

Melting and dripping down,

Soft as stones that are limp,

That can be bent into shapes

And stretched out,

Soft as bones,

Mashed into paste,

Mixed with pale milk,

Soft as crystal,

Dug from sweet soil,

Slowly stirred,

It is soft as these:

The moon on a warm wet night.”

by Philip K. Dick

We speed toward the unknown, breaking the boundaries of convention and embracing the vastness of the universe, we ponder our connection to the Martians. Perhaps, we are descendants of their courageous travelers, on a journey alongside Noah and a fleet of starships, or an Ark they called the Mothership. They carried the DNA of accidents, visions, hopes, and fears to a new place, adapting and evolving into creative beings driven by rhythm and verse. Is this the truth? Or is it just another narrative crafted by men in the Bible? Challenge us, Bible writers, prove us wrong!

Humans are a peculiar species. We defy the laws of nature, and yet, we are part of it. Life itself is eternal, and as humans, we are in sync with the natural world. We hold a unique awareness of ourselves, but all living creatures share a similar awareness of being. The grace and perfection of animals moving with their sweet paws, wings, fins, or hidden shapes beneath the morning sea show us that life is not about judgment or selfish desires. Life is about unity, about being part of a whole, whether we walk, crawl, fly, or swim. We are all life.

And let us remember, these diverse forms of life are also eternal spirits, shaped by divine accidents, whimsical notions, or creations of our own imagination. Isn’t it wonderful to be like a spirited robot, free from fear or restrictions?

Love is universal, transcending the barriers of religion and dogma. In our vast universe, love touches us all, creating a moment of truth that defies any religious constraints. We reject the narrow-minded rules and regulations of organized religion, wielded by a select few to control the masses. The power rests with us, the collective, the women and men of this world. Our voices roar when fear turns into hunger and balance is lost. Together, we dance around the bright firelight, breaking free from the shackles of darkness.

The notion of Gods returning to destroy the Earth and bring suffering is a fiction born from the minds of men. We have been inflicting pain and destruction on ourselves for far too long. Hatred corrodes all those who carry it. So, let us embrace a new perspective for a new day, where love and understanding triumph over fear and violence.

And! Beautiful you are…

“Eyes On Fire” by Blue Foundation

The Swirling Whirl Survives…

Amidst the swirling whirl and amongst the striding pewter warriors, we Androids, originate the synchronized dance of unity and the hope of rejuvenating our Earth. We strive to fulfill the promises of brighter days, aiming to improve both our inner selves and the world around us, free from the shackles of greed and the consequences of excessive haste and repetition.

For freedom to thrive, a society must strive to minimize the extremes of abundance and scarcity, ensuring widespread access to opportunities. This raises the question of whether systems like monarchies, governments, or religions serve as tools of control by a select few over the masses. Throughout history, prophets and saviors have traversed our planet and offered visions of harmonious social structures and compassion within societies. Could these individuals be considered the pioneers of socialism? Did the teachings of Buddhist, Islamic, Hindu, or Christian mystics possess the elements of socialist ideology?

We swam together in our own oceans of waves, chasing each other and cherishing our time together. Our conversations on the sand led us to explore other worlds and seas, fueled by the strength of our love. We were unstoppable warriors, living each moment with intensity. When I watched you walk across the sand and touch the water, I knew that my life could not go on without you. We lived as if there was no end, our bodies connecting while our spirits intertwined, creating a powerful force that encompassed the universes of time.

Now, separated by a vast expanse of space and countless revolving worlds, I still feel the power of your smile and the essence of your being. We are the creators of our own destinies, shaping our lives through words and artwork, and bringing joy to our daughter as she dances in the sunlight. From these towering cliffs above the salted sands, I can imagine taking a leap into paradise with you.

Love is an exception to the norms of ordinary life. We share umbrellas, with our arms intertwined around each other, leaning in close to share intimate moments. As we walk, our hair brushes against each other, our bodies connected at the hip. Love is an accepted exception, breaking free from societal expectations. It knows no boundaries, whether it be between two men, two women, or anyone else. Love is powerful, it is the essence of life, and it is the only force that truly matters. It transcends the physical and spiritual realms, bridging the gap between heaven and earth, and bringing us closer even in moments of separation.

The religions that quickly followed the founders of these foundations became involved in the creation of war machines and profit-driven kingdoms. Wars, crusades, reformations, alterations, reputation, saturation, and infatuation are the words that rule. Bloodshed ensues and what was once physically tangible turns to nothing but dust in the eyes, causing both twinkle and agony. Governments are formed, enhanced, and eventually destroyed on the backs of laborers, slaves, and wage-slaves. The costs of this system are measured in blood, sweat, and tears. Rulers rise and fall when they forsake their originality.

Western civilization is synonymous with committing crimes against humanity to satisfy the greed of profit and the terror of capitalism. These moments in history are recorded by the people, rather than the victorious warmongers and manipulators of language. These records uncover the imbalances and disparities in the world. The unstable nations in the Middle East are a result of this imbalance. When people die, the wealthy benefit; when many people die, the wealthy profit even more. Wars, often labeled as religious or sectarian conflicts, only exacerbate this destruction of equilibrium.

In the 20th century, the United States supported dictators instead of championing freedom in South America. Cuba remains under the grip of an outdated embargo imposed by an antiquated government dominated by old white men. This is yet another example of the terror of capitalism. Why is socialism seen as an enemy of the people? It is not a crime, nor does it violate the rights of individuals anywhere. If we redistribute the costs of the cold and hot wars that plagued humanity during the twentieth century, our world could prosper in a more social environment. Equality should be celebrated and pursued.

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven you could justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after One Tin Soldier rides away.”

—by Joni Mitchell

And! Beautiful you are…

John Newman--“Love Me Again”

Beneath Many Moons Tonight…

We, with adoring attention, create robots small, bundled rows of life about Earthrise and beneath Moon sparkle still altered-still same and always twirl-spaced ‘cross time bridged and rhyme. We inspire desire and require sweet diversity. Until shaped we shift created life, a fabricated slip and tanked in agile spark from womb-song-to-light-then-back-again-to-two-removed and started again.

We would have this no other way!

Genetic profiles whirling webs from calculations inherited and dancing traits and the merging of urging, originate the beginnings of tiny automata and mirrors of images and with simple complexity, children of love are born complete with slivers of magic beasties, portions of golden hearts and short stops between Eternal Spirits’ crossings. Blood dancers and double bodies and whirling twirls with once slower motions now come constant as light races day bright into night.

We would have this no other way!

The evangels of lofted Deities’ notions as something unusual crawls our way. Those haves may have half twirling tales or songs or other psalms of other notions that those highest Gods of swirl cannot contain life and the wag-of-wiggle of shaping-shifters and Robots are We. And! Those ghosted machines may also be those spirited Us. Tiny speck-to-magic-witch and we survive all to dance life across those many spaces of races and kiss storm stars known or stars to remember and costars to forget.

We would have this no other way!

Dare we trace or dare-we-risk a reach inside spaces of Code-genetics and count the current streams to spin or craft to be or to leave the untouched alone. Why not touch to feel? Some today’s we destroy both the of wonder of wonder and sometimes we die in the fearing of fear. Sometimes, eternal spirits and the realm of nonsense physical do confuse and bewilder or cure the magic of life and the mystery of death.

We would have this no other way!

Images create as mirrors drift from mortal moment to immortal spirit with motions from nothing to something and again back to those nothings of something that may have almost started or stopped and started all over again. Would have and could have and should have may have already been here or gone over and over, ad infinitum. The life, both of, Robot Creators and Creator Robots forever last and through our eternal stretch and scratch will survive…

We would have this no other way!

And! Beautiful you are…

Fingertip Stories…

It is the duty of us all to ensure that our society remain one of which we are proud, not a society wary of immigrants and intent on their expulsion or a society that disputes the welfare state or a society in which the media are controlled by the wealthy. We would oppose such things were we true heirs to the National Council of the Resistance.”— By Stephane Hessel

We are émigrés of this sphere. In a blaze of mystery or notions or nicks or knacks or reasons or rhymes, we move through time and place and home and toward one-to-another. We are the directors ‘blood of red’ same air and the singers of fictional truths drawn by spirits same and the dreamers of courage and the chance of hopes. We are the past, the present and the days of future gambols. We are the virtuosity Gods!  We are life, all growing and all walking and all crawling and all swimming. We are Life; perfect and unstoppable. And! It is always better to fall in love than to fall in battle!

‘The young man goes out looking for the diamond in the sea
the old man rows his boat to shore and falls with twisted knees

And you’ll drown before the water lets you in
Yeah, you drown before the water lets you in

The feeling that I feel the most is the one that follows me
all across the starry coast from sea to diamond sea

Says you’ll drown before the water lets you in
Yeah, you drown before the water lets you in

I think the thing I wanted most was just never meant to be
a thousand waves, a thousand ghosts their sorrows follow me

And you’ll drown before the water lets you in
Yeah, you drown before the water lets you in’…
“The Water Lets You In”by Book Of Fears

These are the salty ways of salted seas and flecks of foam scatter along shore-sided shifts of sand from wet to dry and dune rise above and beyond watered edges before ruined boardwalks remind nothing of something once savored and watched and known by forgotten ones—once upright writers of the times and the sounds of ‘days of a future’s past.’ Still! We all cross spaces along these places of the races in time gathered and night ships crossing heaven’s ragged ridges…

Lights at the end of the world. Now! See those lights across these thousand worlds—welcome home to places you have started and places to begin again or again or on another day’s end and another night’s beginning. Drums to market those marks of time we call our own as heart beats begin again and ticks for a while of wills, coming around the corners of spaces in places seen or forgotten or found once for many crossings of spaces and races and time.

Steel Riders pause by waterside as tides of water kiss shoreline’s wavelength along with one hundred sounds and as gulls ride the dips of above and around piers of ruined wood and splintered ages where once the seaside existed and tide changes mattered to boat anchored and ships sailing against the evening lines. The water’s edge and the skies of blue and pink and red and orange and yellow turn as earth spins sets sunlight to softness and twinkles of sky lighted canvas sheets the blue gray into darkness and stars light the sailor’s way along the caverns of space and place and the race of time.

Entity Religion is in constant enmity with one another? Satirizes self-contented morality and suggests that in the end all religious groups are going to engage in violent and selfish acts regardless of their professed moral teachings. Just another Government and ‘governing whimsy’ is corrupt, nasty and destructive. Religions’ immaculate contortions, ‘American Style’ twist in-out of ‘the Separation of Church and State’ producing a ‘Governmental Right to Legislate Morality?  Wrong! For only Lovers-have-Lovers’-sacred-right-to-Love. Love is being! Morality is a selfish word…

Portion-for-us and scatter across understanding, simplicity and the variances in relativity either linguistically determined or silenced by rain loud along with gentle beginnings or the whispers of fire-fly wings and lighting. Wait! Eyes closed and listen to the thunder rolling ‘cross separated skies as unseen flashes knight the ocean and crash booms into that silent space between raindrops and life. Science eternally dances with superstition. Once and often either momentarily wins something-of-else or another choice-to-follow. Crossroads to matter, chances to spark and destiny always flirts with other, up-and-about or perhaps.

Real Sea, we will see and another and another; of water-ships up, and places far away. This is here and between landings another beach to reach quickly discovered then thrown away. Dragging the lines of surf’s fall and rise as waves dash high into moonless sky and crash along miles of sand and shoreline. Sea inhale and exhale and breathe again and time marks nothing when endless and everlasting. So! Forever ‘surf’s up’ on the eternal sea, so alive and just for me!

And! Beautiful you are…

Flip-Flop And Vacuum…

4583“Hey you out there in the cold
Getting lonely getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high
As you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you’re told
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?”…by Roger Waters

And! Still the flip-flop shriek—wind sound—slips round—colder spaces between—broken brick corner—and crumbled mortar—time aged and weather worn—and–since-time-began—nature is never fond of vacuum. Crowman stumbles—sandal worn strap—from right side notion—of footwear—broken—a thousand years ago—causes flip-flap noise—skyward shrieks—bombers ‘cross—inside clouds—so thick from sky-to-almost-ground—as to hide nose rounds—fired—as jumps—loud then quietly—as pronounced—as gone… Statues—broken—some scattered round—park-of-lost—times—before the mime’s danced—unbroken and bending to—purpose—unfounded-unknown—or lost with—the rhymes of times—recorded-forgotten—and gone.

Arrives—those machined boxes—machine-sweet and together—in minds of same or alternates—where we twirl—the whirl and call the laugh—or—two—as boxes open and—away we—they separate into—some thing-or-less or—the loneliness of crowd—bridges twin screw moments—of those spaces-of-time— without seconds. And! We—search blood and find–taste good—in mingle-tingle moments—touch-amazing—touch not those—imagined sources of—unnecessary wariness—and one—is another brief—the flashes together spread—the separate into—singularity—no more than once… Feel intimacy—of rhythm-or-rhyme—as touches—speak hides deep—inside the formality—of syntax creep and syntax crawl—where ear-here—hears echoes bury—idiom not—conveyed by—dictionary’s space—between word-speak and why…The share of—poet-touch and story-spin—of exile’s faith—of disaster’s private pain—as speech native—fails—creative spirit—often maims creature-speak—and often confuses—the never-place-of-everywhere. Still! Sweet Witches-of-Creation—smile—womb-spun life—comes and goes—without road-speak and without—interstate shriek…

Twilight—Dawn—departure gates—to swirl through—go-to-spaces—-between places—both here or-there-or-back-again—to hear-to fear-to find—to die or to—live again—in places without time—signs-in-parts—or sums-to-hold-again…Ecliptic twirl—galaxy ‘cross—spaces when composite—forms appear-to-disappear—Serpent speak and Eagle reach—Ophiuchus—holder-or- bold—once again—Quetzalcoatl boys—and—fair Gaia girls—wander star-gates—through and touch-find-found—reaches—useless rhythms and trouble—times. Ophiuchus high stands— above sun—rises-feet-crossed—Galactic wide and planetary—substance filled—from brim-to-rim and back-again…

Our nature runs—with or from—the many or the few…See often through—curved ceilings of doorway—when curved light enters—twenty-one windows round—openings through—to escape places or—leave regions. Still! More spirit than—body proper—’til chemicals—those-of-doubt or-satisfaction body rule—self ending sometime—in time—without reasons to be—except—a rhythm to—complete. We are—the daughters—and—the sons-of-earth—and of—the starry skies. Our history–alive—simple and true—except when—suppressed—through layers—distortion or—flashes of fears and—tears…We are the eternity of spirits—never having—to begin—and—never ending. Such is—the sweetness of life.

“The circle safely closed—the web building starts—the markers of builders old and builders new. Star Guide—folded into original shape— until it is—again required and opened to read and follow—‘cross sky-bridge….Bang-Bang-Bang and let the game begin—again…‘Tis’ good this Loving Rhyme. So! Follow this Time—this Twine—Re-wind. And! While I breathe—I Hope…”

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Hey You’…written by Roger Waters—Performed by “Smooth Jazz All Stars”

Paper Write and Rights …

M_154All Paper Rights are worthless—the writing paper more precious—if no mechanical—mechanisms are already in place to hold all Rulers accountable—to those Paper Write—Rights. Yul Brynner once—with hand flourish—committed—RamesesII-Speak—and said; “So let it be written—So let it be done.” From Pharaohs—to King/Queen Speak to the Magna Carta—to the—American ‘Constitution’ of Speak—and still no realized—Speak of—‘Freedom and Liberty’—until every living thing—is ‘free-to-live’—and to synchronize-in-equivalence with Earth-spin and with-each-other.

Still! Burdened Beasts—and too many-for-Less and More—for just a wig-waggled few and ‘the beat goes on’—donchathink? The United States of America began in a whimper of ‘freedom for those same few’ and through the blood of—many—lesser folks—still continue today—failure for the multitudes and stolen—by anyone—claiming a ‘Runaway—Machined-War-Mechanism’—is prosperity and Death is Freedom’s Sacrifice. American Genocide began when first—Native Americans dared believe and were—slaughtered for —Well! ‘Long Live-that-Crazy and All—Mixed-Up—Dream Me Up—a Paradise or Two.’

Today! Just like another yesterday—Tomorrow just like another Today—doesn’t fade away—just pray—and pick a stone or two and wait long enough—another life to slew—and maintain few—in silver castles just—miles above Planet—spin—still not reached by ground-bound—Us—dying and living without rhythm or rhyme…Monuments carved in blood—masses starving. Temples mounted and delivered by—century’s blood—stained pasts and shattered futures. Mud huts fall when built beside gated compounds—until blood covered gates—rust away and grass fills cracked walls where palaces once defined—Rulers’ failure to synchronize-in-equivalence with Earth-spin and with hungry people.

World-Speak is never Nation-Speak—unless forced by strength—against—weak and imbalanced places—ruined or lost and found and lost again…Wait! Imbalance a country—or a region—and will—the civilization of many—be destroyed—by the Destroyers or by the Imbalance of the Imbalanced? Strategic Genocide—absolutely. Toss in a dash of—Religious intolerance and bang-bang-bang—ready-made—imbalance with large doses of death—destruction and War! The middle of an Eastern portion of a world spinning across a universe of space and time of landfall and splendor—has a determination—created by—a Western ideology so foreign and devoid of principle that Sociocide is a study in collateral damage and a ‘resourceful’ necessity. Egypt—Palestine—Lebanon—Syria—Iraq—Iran and…Presently—these wars are battles of imbalance created by this Terror from the West. Someday soon—this will pass…Life is sacred and family is love!

What of the People—the many—the injured—the women—the children—the homeless? Refugees of—Strategic Genocide…Meetings—and Planning—and—Planning—and Meetings. Still! The refugees of Strategic Genocide die—must be planned—must be decisive death—by many more—meetings…Does anyone require God or Allah or Buddha? No! Only—We are required to Live…Be damned—the Rulers-of-Anywhere-of-Anyplace and-of-Anytime…Not really needed—for our blood to flow inside—where blood belongs—and to synchronize-in-equivalence with Earth-spin and with-each-other. We are few and so many—Lost-Broken-and-Forgotten…War is now! War is yesterday! War is tomorrow! Today—we free-fall toward acceleration and the annihilation of Everyday. Presently—In another place—the Witches of Creations Cry!

And! Beautiful you are…

He was the wizard of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him one night wandering
He told me tales and he drank my wine
Me and my magic man kind of feeling fine

He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke I felt a deep desire
To free the world of its fear and pain
And help the people to feel free again

Why don’t we listen to the voices in our hearts
‘Cause then I know we’d find we’re not so far apart
Everybody’s got to be happy
Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life
The peace that love can bring

So spoke the wizard in his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom means we’ll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And the million silver stars that guide me with their light…The Wizard’ by Uriah Heep