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

 

Of Routines And Obstructions…

“Closer To The Heart” by Rush

‘And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart’…

We reject being defined by conflicts and aggression, instead aspiring to a world where peace and unity prevail. We long for a society where diversity is honored and understood, and where fairness is administered with empathy and kindness. Our children deserve a future free from the horrors of war and devastation, where harmony and love guide our actions.

We are not simply representations of nations, but sentient beings yearning for connection and meaning in the grand expanse of the universe.

Why do routines and understanding obstruct the path to peaceful resolutions? Inspiration comes from finding where you are and reaching for the stars before the smoke dissipates and the tears dry. Peace is elusive as notions of war and fear clouds our thoughts before fading into bittersweet memories and bright smiles. Another chance to dance before the tears and sorrow of tomorrow. Death, peace, and the beauty of Life. And! As long as there is breath in my body, I will hold peace in my Heart.

Countless roads forgotten, remembered, then lost again.

Expansion of the universe is observed through the shifting of red in the Star Path, as stars move away. The red color of Suns suggests they are ‘out-bounders’, while ‘in-bounders’ do not show a red shift. Bench markers, such as novae and supers, only rely on the consistency of time, symbolized by ‘tick-tock’, across the Universal Divide. If Time is ‘downshifting’, our concept of time is slowly transitioning into a new dimension of space. Even ancient stars seem to be accelerating from Earth’s perspective.

As we gaze at the twinkling stars, we can only wonder about their true nature.

The concept of the ‘Universal Limits of Speed’ applies to the movement of bubbles through space, but not to space itself. During the rapid expansion of space, did space-time exceed speeds faster than the speed of light? The ongoing expansion of the space-time continuum hints at the possibility of the universe experiencing cycles of creation and destruction, with moments of inflation eventually giving way to the formation and decay of stars.

As we observe these cosmic events, we are reminded of the eternal dance of beginnings and endings in the vast expanse of the universe.

These are the gateways to other dimensions and faraway journeys where stars come together without colliding. We speak of the vast distances easily traveled in the time it takes to breathe. We emerge through open doors hidden behind clouds and blue skies. Where are we now, in this distant place far from Earth and home? We are the evidence of scattered peoples. Could it be that gods created humans in various locations around Sirius, Mars, Earth, and beyond? Our leaders, our followers, our beliefs, and our stories have twisted our origins in so many ways that truth and fiction blend into a blur of beginnings and endings.

But still, the future is always approaching.

Imagine ancient civilizations, existing at a time when the universe was still in its infancy, with only a few planets hosting life. These beings would have experienced a profound loneliness, gazing out into the vastness of space with no one to share their thoughts. They likely explored the star clusters in a similar way to how we explore planets, only to find empty worlds or ones inhabited by mindless creatures. Earth itself was still in its early stages, with volcanic activity coloring the skies, when a ship from an advanced civilization arrived from beyond Pluto. These visitors traveled past the frozen outer planets, knowing they were devoid of life, and settled among the inner planets, awaiting new beginnings.

The travelers must have observed Earth, positioned ‘just right’ between extremes of heat and cold, and realized it was a favored world of the Sun.

Outside Proper City, nestled beneath the towering five-hundred-mile-high mountains, Concuana and her fifty generals, along with one hundred thirty-nine followers, gathered. Some villagers, fearful of destruction, huddled in small groups, while others looked to her as a protector against the Watcher Army. As a watcher herself, Concuana summoned her magic and coven, readying themselves for battle. Clad in armor, she stealthily navigated the rocky terrain, positioning herself out of sight. Proper City and Winter Gate, fortified with crystal domes, awaited the impending conflict as golden pods and silent helicopters floated ominously in the sky. We calculate the known and unknown, the measurements of short and tall, the tales of beings big and small, because we are all Spirits of Creation, Creative Critters United.

And! As long as there is breath in my body, I will hold peace in my Heart.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Lola’…by Lake Street Dive

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”

Motion Of Surviving Inequality…

‘A rush to judgment may sometimes obscure the path to justice.’ 

We are not means! To an end others may wish to accomplish…We are not! Tools to be used. We are not! Servants of need-greed-to-be-freed or bandages for other wounds nor sacrifices to gods come whimsy or rushing wings, gift bearing things of beads and baubles or glitter and flash. We are not! Born to be wasted or wasted-to-be-born.

Survival moves existence from space-to-place, from cave-to-cavern and always backward or forward over again and again over be whimsy or need or combinations of both do or do not and motions never stop always moving, always coming, and forever going no matter where for the getting there is ingrained as a billion minutes of time start and end again. We turn now toward forked roadways beyond sighted-righted places and our stars of guiding trails twisted misted shakes and quakes, push-pull us toward left trails or right paths. Guiding compass, lodestone or stars point the way only one direction to go and to return toward this direction taken always pointed is pointed toward us…

Lies cannot feed hungry stomachs—donchaknow!

The extent of inequality is relevant for policy making. Policy making is forever addressing the reasons for inequality but never-ever changing the imbalance of balance. Revolution always; changes motions-of-these-notions for a little while and then imbalance again pushes against equilibrium.  And! Sometimes, the distinction between what is politically convenient to believe, and the objectives facts no longer exist.

Candlelight’s heat across tables and around rooms and windows-to-windows and sometimes just east-north of darkest planet’s spin where night grin, grim news ‘cross space wig-waggle and eyes search sky then die and search and die until star-ships’ lights night and candlelight fosters hope as freedom ends and then again begins. ‘One Thousand Tears’ are longer time than years of fears pass star night and moonlight fails. And! You and I are not ever born to be wasted right?

Embrace the shivers as tearing eyes begin heated wraps of word-twist-into-mist and the weight of knowing this often are and are not often understood or would be or seen as changes little known for time or sometimes escaping this place when hearing precedes the knowledge of anything at all.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Waterfalls’ by TLC

Accepting Fate Together…

Our children and we, child-speak and drink and think and with dancing songs and rhythm beats of drum and spirit and smile; do search the identity of identity searches as flesh survives despite the spirit’s knowing of the knowledge of a universe of time and space. We crawl toward accepting the acceptance of fate and the together strength in our cave. We all are never Machines…

Four main types of artificial intelligence are:

• Reactive machines. Reactive machines are AI systems that have no memory and are task specific, meaning that an input always delivers the same output. … 
• Limited memory. The next type of AI in its evolution is limited memory…
• Theory of mind?
• Self-awareness?

“The term “inference” in AI refers to the process of deriving conclusions from data or evidence”. “In other words, inferencing is using the information at hand to make logical deductions and predictions. There are two main types of inferences: inductive and deductive”.

We all are Never Machines…We are all Self-Aware.

From genetic profiles spinning webs into calculations inherited and dancing traits and the merging of urging begin beginnings of tiny robots’ 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 stops for Eternal Spirits to slower whirling twirls and once again come blood dance and double body.

Witches formed the twirling-whirl. Enchantresses will revisit and revive their designs. So! Return now. Perhaps, this is a suitable time? Beware the twirl of haunted paramours. Each motion is a dance with unreal realities. They delight in the child’s discovery; of life, without opaque details and sans those sundry levels; unknown, behind crafted shells and the ruined confines of age. This substitute; when discovered, is grief for a reduced lover while crying sugar tears and fire-sweetness and the recollections of chance? Appearing in cloud early, we perish within a jumble-muddle of dusted rain and rust. In transition and pursuing the flash-ride; to spiral and skip, we frame time and often miss but never-ever fall.

From this harbor, there once sailed great ships of crystal sent across the seas of space toward small spinning places three steps from a little yellow sun dancing lights and heated waves vibrating life chances and starts and beginning of ends in exploded variations of home and conducive to blood-fleshed creations and our creature-selves.

Are we living proof of the something-of-else far from planet here to there where once and often Gods ruled the what-of-ever-forever-for-more-or-less and created woman and man inside the worlds of Sirius and Nomad Gods dragged life’s sweet creations to Mars and Earth and another beyond in hinged fringes and the bright light of golden ships of purple sails and silent engines? Improved and less and by the joint endeavors’ of sin and survival we remained alive?

These ships of crystal and filled to brim with living mischief and the odd whimsy of god-speak  and legend lurched forward toward features reversed or continued or extinguished. Titans created the creations of presences and histories and current fallacies. And! Since wars among Titans raged heaven’s high and length, ‘tis simple why creatures created in images or by production of accidents’ industrial strength and robotic renovations determined little more than continued strife and strike and stupidity and suffering through little success successfully executed and always lost.

However: The created creations lost an ‘Eden’ place when the ‘She’ and ‘He’ of the ‘It’ either happened by an accidental accident or fell from or was pushed out of the wonder of ‘Immaculate Contraptions’ and through construction divine discovered the ‘other than’ robotic being and joined the ‘Spirits of Twirl’ while discovering choice is better than and more difficult than the straight-in-line-crawl toward golden lights and cave dwelling and scrawling dots or dashes against walls without reasons or rhymes or the ‘Rhythm of Love.’

The created ‘Something’ became Creators’ images. Titans both liked and did not like those new some and toothsome robotic creators and out of the Martian splendor again Crystal ships left and those Wars of Heaven started again and ended again with a bang of clang and thunder as flashed bright light streaked to ground and again to sky shapes and sweeping clouds. Natures’ way and the wary way of being a meek part of some partial particle of the ways of Natural processes or nature’s no reasons to whimsically past time became new  ideas and shapes always simple and called ‘grand schemes’ of things discovered and ways-to-live again…

Again: The concepts of Alpha’s fade into sunlight’s setting in a western sky or an eastern place where Suns counter-twirl the clock’s faced sweep of hands out-of-motion in the used-to-be circle and night still happens and daylight is always measured in products produced and profits lost or gained. Must be the Gods of creation.We created them and ‘they’ must earn a return for their creation ‘so let it be written?

And! On this day ‘smaller’ Titans create crystal ships against the blue of sky day and sail east into a setting sun as orange/red disappears along the line. No profit for created creations. No bill to pay for a piper of songs of long ago sounds or for an eternal drum-lined-march-to-war…Just peace and sunset’s sweet and crystal ships on these waters sail along a line where sky meets sea and light fades into a very fine night. Watch for those purple sails and listen for the distant sounds of silent engines and ‘Oh Yeah—Baby’

And! Beautiful you are…

Spirits Walk And Spirits Talk…

—In your sounds of music—in your works of art-touch and your words of rhythm and rhyme; I taste and feel the strength of your presence—Past and Today and into the Future and ‘wow’ light does exist…Everyone! Thanks for sharing!

When eternal spirits visit body magic, please protect the ‘ghosts in these machines.’ Open arms and rejoice in this welcoming of life, body embraced touched senses to ground and as sky flight races across sky’s grand lengths remember there are no gates of heaven. Body form, blood and love and hand-to-hand and hip-to-hip and to and from the Mother-Ship…

Find no balance to bible-speak or the ramblings of government kings or the priests of wealth and babble for they are the attempted ‘evil’ of control and failure. Eternal Spirit touches Eternal Spirits. Simple and refined and fair in logical truth and requiring no ‘men-of-middle-claims’ or endless fancy killings or…

Presidents, Premiers, Dictators, Popes, Imams, Chieftains, Generals-of-Death, Politicians-of-Control and Preacher Kings, when you fly by as simple sky birds without metal form and blame; we may just for an instant, look up into the sky and smile. Then we will continue the protection of little ones and our spinning world. Is not the purpose of us to help the small ones grow into the large ones?

When the call of heart gives up eternal spirits never end. Eternal Spirit never waits to gain permission and access to the Universe. Life is unstoppable and everlasting. No Judgment awaits, no future calls for horror, no memories of past or present or future physical constructions are not required or necessary. Gods created spirit-sparks and spirits together to dwell in the whenever time of wherever places for whatever reasons.

Call spirit-dance! The naming of name-times quantify mysteries of understanding heart-touch inside flesh-times when body-survival purposes daily pursuits or interests same as food to stomach and sleeping in those arms-of safety. Mother holds baby close and Father embraces in his arms; hope and love and protection. She and he together once more family-dance the form of strength social and fabricated continuum.

So! Visiting Spirits stop and animate walking, flying, swimming and crawling flesh. No tests and no required reasons. True Gods create no wars on earth or in the above places of the wherever or ever been. True Gods do not allow horror or death or strife or pain or happiness or grief or destruction. The ‘Gods’ do not judge the fallibility or fragility of flesh and whimsy. Why? Poverty and Greed and Control and Governments and Religions equal the Terror/Horror of this immediate now and this immediate place.

Life is Eternal Spirit and we are these spirits. One or many across a star field of many star-filled nights and days. Stars do not dim in the light-of-dawning bright. Eyes often see more than eyes discover and understanding may stop at birth or continue until stopped heart begins Spirit-walks again across a Spirited-Sky, beyond and below and maybe again on a ‘whirly twirly’ world somewhere in another time or place or race. Nothing matters except Love and Life and Peace?

And! Beautiful you are…

Peace on Earth…

“I heard the bells on Christmas day

Their old familiar carols play

And mild and sweet their songs repeat

Of peace on Earth, good will to men

And the bells are ringing

Like a choir they’re singing

In my heart I hear them

Peace on Earth, good will to men

And in despair I bowed my head

“There is no peace on Earth, ” I said

For hate is strong and mocks the song

Of peace on Earth, good will to men

But the bells are ringing

Like a choir singing

Does anybody hear them?

Peace on Earth, good will to men

Then rang the bells more loud and deep

God is not dead, nor doth He sleep

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail

With peace on Earth, good will to men

Then ringing, singing on its way

The world revolved from night to day

A voice, a chime, a chant sublime

Of peace on Earth, good will to men

And the bells, they’re ringing

Like a choir they’re singing

And with our hearts, we’ll hear them

Peace on Earth, good will to men

Do you hear the bells, they’re ringing?

The light, the angels singing

Open up your heart and hear them

Peace on Earth, good will to men”

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Basic Sunlight And Rain

The word ‘Honor’…Many descriptions and quantifiers involving this word…Honor is not just a word. It is a singular way of life. It is without description and not reserved for Military motions. It is not an Executive twirl or a Legislative swirl…Though legal twists and turns, it is not a Judicial term. Honor is a simple way of Life.

What of sparks that move into the light of joining living inside and outside the days of past’s present’s future. Behold Spirit Dancer and remember when warmth was without fire and strength was absolute without the science of dimensions and senses and all was: nonsense-hallucination-superstitious and religious without names.

What is the measure of air between the dancing of leaves and fairy’s dust; tossed or gently sprinkled then forgotten? Puppet painted faces sold to entice ninety-nine percent of the unwanted, received never enjoyed and never knowing the way of knowing why or contemplated within unavoidable silence. Imagine a steady fall of snowflakes soft, of silent nights and early dawns, of inside just before birth and tiny spaces just after death. Gentle raindrops are correctly spaced ‘cross a springtime meadow.

We are the daughters and the sons of earth and of the starry heavens. Our history is alive simple and true except when suppressed and distorted for unnecessary gains and a perversion called wealth. We are the eternity of spirits no need beginning and never ending. Such is the sweetness of life. Symmetry with no form except wind and rain and careful storms of chaos and figure. Go figure the here or the now and still history is not preformed or manufactured save by the controllers of spins and twists and the thrill of the lie. Or! Go figure with the smile of Leonardo or the Lady’s laugh or the chatter of many minds or just a few hearts.

“All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.” ― Robert Louis Stevenson…

‘Memories that fade away

Have not left their mark

But you live on, every single day

In many ways.

It is the truth between his cunning lies

That hands him his suspicious alibis

Persuading with your force will never be the way

To our destiny.

Suddenly we have lost the force

To close our cursed doors

No one seems to realize

That wolves are in disguise.

It is the truth between his cunning lies

That hands him his suspicious alibis

Persuading with your force will never be the way

To our destiny.

Your engine was so strong

But the road was just too long

Hope is not the end

So never lose faith.

If we can say

They can never take away

Our freedom, the most precious thing we have ever had

The reward from the blood we have ever shed.

His quest for higher truth, life of eternal youth has just begun,

despite being on the run

Many virgins wait for him to come

Persuading with your force will never be the way

To our destiny

Our destiny’… ‘Safeguard to Paradise’ by Epica

Sky films block pearl light as an evening of workers’ failed strengths; home bound as, the ‘Nighters’ replace the ‘Dayers’ and continue as work begins, ends and starts along the edges of digital clicks and analog clacks. Time cataloged into spreads of pages indexed assorted stuff straightened, arranged packed for space-spin or unpacked to go consumers consumed with curiosity; hunger required, needed or fulfilled desires. Oppression triumphs when its legitimacy is internally assumed. The freedom to write it right or write writing toward the right cross of sails unfurled and imagined as sea’s endless might and distance ‘tween stars ‘tween galaxies and ‘tween the universal folds of space. There are books here and just listen to these stories from spirit-speakers of volumes long and voltage sweet. We change everything with ‘Blue Planet Waste’.

“Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard

Girls comb their hair in rear-view mirrors

And the boys try to look so hard

The amusement park rises bold and stark

Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist

I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight

In an everlasting kiss…” Bruce Springsteen.

It is our nature to run with and from the many or the few. We often see through the curved ceiling of high doorways only when curved light enters tiny windows. Animation is symmetry without structure, save winds and rains and those foolish storms of chaos and belief.

Speculating currently concerning infrequent simple sets? Are these objects transgenic elements in the study of symmetries nearly impossible to construct, not likely to be found by chance but still necessary to the complete structure of the theory of Sporadic Simple Groups. Freedom for or from a Peoples’ will still be the imitation of an everlasting Robot. Or! We Robots be. Just you wait-and-see.

‘The most heroic word in all languages is ‘Revolution’––Eugene Debbs

“In the current phase of intellectual corruption, it must be stressed that, like democracy and human rights, the economic doctrines preached by the rulers are instruments of power, intended for others, so that they can be more efficiently robbed and exploited. No wealthy society accepts these conditions for itself, unless they happen to confer temporary advantage; and their history reveals that sharp departure from these doctrines was a large factor in development.”—Noam Chomsky.

A historian once wrote that future’s Child, ‘did not need to be told that the angel of death had passed over the land; they had heard the beating of its wings’. So! Wondering if; ‘The reason the Dead do not return nowadays, is the boredom of it.’ One fare-to-fix and one fix-to-fair. Life is precious in every form. Life animates every style-type of flesh, smooth or fur and sweet life goes—becomes and ends and becomes again…’Tis good donchaknow…

And! Beautiful you are…

A Total Love Of Motions…

Shangri-la and Immorality and Death, oh my! We are the confirmation of a far-flung people. Demigods decided to create women and men in countless locations about Sirius and Mars and Earth and back again? Our rulers and our dominated and our voices and our religions have rewritten our starting points in so many places and in so many ‘might have been’ accidents that our truth and fiction has blurred the start of lost and the loss of start.  And! Still the rest is eternally approaching. ‘And! 

Why do routines and understanding collapse the possibility of peaceable processes? Inspirations rely on just how to reach and where you are as flare striae before haze stinks and eyes burn. Tears and fears and by the warps of notions; peace ceases, just prior to small recollections developing into nice content and bright smiles. Just bump-bangs away or a simple sail set-to-wind rail balance ‘neath ruined ‘the bridges of seven’ or on one more earth-fall underneath one more sky. Dwellings to construct and caves to clean and for a little while landing life reaches mountain homes. Be better than missile’s explosions and sites too far gone to search for hazardous sanctuaries. Please pray for Peace…I certainly do!

We are all Children of this Universe and We have the Right to be Everywhere!

Contracts are work and work is survival and support. Support is Love and Care and Responsibility, responding to our day-to-day needs too necessary to and a (nine-to-five) becomes a (six-to-six) then a Wowzer and rest begins and ends too quickly too. No complaints, just missing the touch of Creative Spirits in mind’s eyes, in eye’s mind and in heart beats and spirit seeks and pleasure.

Dancing with Code, a Creative Spirit walks into spaces between zero and one and one and zero. And! Those spaces between Yes and No are too small and too large to miss. Often never noticed. ‘Time flies’ when busy’ and the pulls tug both hearts and minds diverse and confused solutions both; simple and complex lost and found and again lost only to be found regarded or discarded or implemented or compiled and again Code Balloons fly ‘cross million wires into simple ‘Yes and No’…’No and Yes’  while surprises simple often operate the complexities of surprise and survival.

• Why use dashes? A little wig-waggle, a stop and a start is simple fun scratching the itch of grammar, the rules of composition while those dash-dot-dash-dots—go Code Balloons into a sky filled with ‘Yes and No.’

“Love is the force that binds together and moves everything in the universe—creatures and objects are part of a total motion without top or bottom, gravity or resistance” … Chagall

“But time has no beginnings and history has no bounds

As to this verdant country they came from all around

They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall

And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all”…by Gordon Lightfoot

Is it Leadership or just the US requiring change and thinking solidarity—And! Needing Love. What is the ‘Cost of Poverty’ and the Charge for ‘Disappearing the Middle Class?’

The ‘Administrative Government’…According to Philip Hamburger (a constitutional scholar and winner of Manhattan Institute’s Hayek Prize) is Unlawful—“Our government can choose to proceed against (You) in a trial with constitutional processes, or it can use an ‘administrative’ proceeding where (You) don’t have a right to be heard by a real judge or a jury and you don’t have the full due process of Law. Our fundamental procedural freedoms, which once were guarantees, have become mere options.” (taken from the ‘Opinion’ page—A13 of the WSJ—June 10-11, 2017 by John Tierney) …

‘Bon Voyage’ and diversifies into smaller hopes and greater fears. Such is the evil-of-Greed and the exchange of Freedom for Less…and Farewell’ to our Bill of Rights and as our ‘Lady of Liberty’s’ tears continue to fall, the strength of Immigrants (now called aliens) arriving, diminished from a hopeful flood of honest labor and dreams—into Code Balloons of ‘Yes and No’…Thinking that; Diversity is Great, All Color is Life and All Life is Creation.

The rhythm of Zero and One is not the rhyme of  “Ghosts in the Machines’…Empathy is the only variable machines fail to match—or— Understand…Doncha Know!

And! Beautiful you are…

Beyond Slicks Of Rain…

We are the goddesses, gods, witches, warlocks, wizards, magicians and creation’s creators. We are the spirit wind in the valley and the desert and ‘cross plains of grass and mountains both under the sea and rising into space. We of many names or descriptions are both feared and loved. We are Life. We are the evermore art of this evermore life.

Beyond slicks of rain bounced, visible by moonlight, against a trillion miles of asphalt roads where tiny sprites of weed push through and break the symmetry of path. Life is once again the birthing of nature’s chaos and nothing is as natural as the crafting of creation. Life’s power is the eternal notions of goddesses and gods and witches and warlocks and wizards and shamans-and created by the sanguinity of woman and man and the dynamics of love.

Finally detected! A subway into this wig-waggle-universe and accessible for everyone. Again, migration into and on top of unfamiliar places and different spaces and additional races; forever, to be the first to enter and the last to exit. Is Humanity comparable to merchandise crammed on shelves in an eternity sized store (FIFO), inventory acquired and audits certified? Are we the solitary ‘first-in-first-out’ genus in an aged and precocious whirly-twirl?

“Let us be lovers

We’ll marry our fortunes together

I’ve got some real estate here in my bag

So we bought a pack of cigarettes

And Mrs. Wagner’s pies

And walked off to look for America”…Simon and Garfunkel

Again! To be and to see the loving of loving, of hands joined-to-body, of moving of swings and wings and spirits-singing and of peaceful sighing. Creation! The Sorceress smiles and for this moment in time; ‘Tis’ good this Loving Rhyme. So! Follow this time—this Twine Rewind.

‘What’s done in the dark soon comes into the light’… Author unknown

Thomas Hobbes once wrote in his book Leviathan: “[in nature] there is no place for industry, because the fruit thereof is uncertain: and consequently no culture of the earth; no navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instruments of moving and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”

And! ‘Let there appear (A Market Free), government not required? Without government—‘A Free Market—cannot exist?’ It cannot exist without a civilization! ’True competition’ is a wild ‘dance of survival’ and only the largest and the strongest win. Oops! Civilization is defined by rules. Rules create markets and ‘Oh-No’! Governments’ are the ‘Rules Generator.’

Please! Do not believe; when your paycheck is too small to survive without (2)+ jobs, you really deserve this ‘governmental oops’! And! When a small percentage of ‘personae’ receive billions-of-dollars for your labor with no (blood, sweet and tears) required and they deserve this? No way!

Rules have been altered and all governmental ‘oops’ are calculated—forever and for one and for all.  Systems are skewed and our American administration is our liability. Meanwhile; this error, is the ‘Government of the People and For the People’ and have ‘we’ the People, been forgotten?  

It must not intrude—on a ‘Free Market’—since it must—create that—‘Free Market’? Oops and Wowzer! The American Government creates all ‘free market rules thru Our Legislatures, enforces these rules by using our Administrative Agencies and rules may often be tested by our Courts. An Unholy Trinity—absolutely!

A ‘Free Market and Civilization’ in harmonious simplicity? Until this is re-calculated—-‘Nothing else matters’.

“There are two modes of invading private property; the first, by which the poor plunder the rich…sudden and violent; the second, by which the rich plunder the poor, slow and legal.”…Author unknown

Wondering now, if Preachers-of-Fear and Creatures-of-Hate and a Collection of Hope Frauds and Reality-Show-Freaks and Presidential ‘Wanna—Maybes’ are nothing more-or-less than distractions and entertainment-to-lure-both-you-and-me away from Legislature failure?

Everyone knows—(Love Is or ‘Nothing else matters.’)

“If you’re going to San Francisco

Be sure to wear

Some flowers in your hair

If you’re going to San Francisco

You’re gonna meet

Some gentle people there

For those who come

To San Francisco

Summertime

Will be a love-in there

In the streets of San Francisco

Gentle people

With flowers in their hair”…Scott McKenzie

Again! To be and to see the loving of loving, of hands joined-to-body, of moving of swings and wings and spirits-singing and of peaceful sighing. Creation! The Sorceress smiles and for this moment in time; ‘Tis’ good this Loving Rhyme. So! Follow this time—this Twine Rewind.

And! Beautiful you are…