Does this heart reddened with love, that swells unfathomably, sink to thee?

What ever was, ever will be, will always be surrounded by blackened space.

What of the lily, glistening with morning dew, filling an eye vastly as you?

Vacuous nights color, immeasurably vaster than all that ever was within it.

Yet, can it dim ruby red lips desire, undo it's flame of love's fire, ever?

To each there's but a parley with Cosmos' black, a short stint, just that.

Whilst there is no 'Devil', which the Roman Catholic Empire needs to, and projects, exists,
while that's just them dictating their notsee/totalitarian control over the world, there is
the closest thing that has ever existed to it, the united **** of assassin's gov't's '****',
as it's called on the street, specifically the republikan conspiracy's psychic-terrorism.
This 'devil', which is dictating their 'final solution' for humanity is the only game in town,
like ******'s was (though they did a slower blitzkrieg by dividing and conquering the country
into a baskin 'n robbins of 23 flavors of supremacy), as well as a plethora of conspiracies,
which 'gotherdone', all feeding on the genocide of heterosexual, Caucasian, non-republican
newborns to men, this notsee dictatorship's 'Jews', which includes some of them too, ends all.

Climate crisis and our king-kong sized terrible-two, ****'s playing his keystone President
act for two months has determined his, the republikan conspiracy's, global oligarchy's
agenda, which they couldn't get done politically for the last 2 decades, the stealing of
social security from the elderly, infirm.  Instead of privatizing S.S. they're exterminating
recipients through the purposeful spread of corona virus, which kills the elderly, infirm,
predominantly.  Also, daily domestic notsee attacks by the republikan party has numbed the
populace to them, so their doing terrorist attacks before the election won't have the same
effects of determining a polity vote more right-wing, ergo, plausibly deniable extermination
by pandemic, incompetence, is happening instead.  Will dreamers awaken before their ******?  

This is nothing new, the republikan conspiracy led Gov't, it's **** and millions of minions,
Neuter newborns, anatomically destroy toddlers, kids, teens, adults constantly, also doing
all crime, spreading all disease, pestilence against and to them, shoving it down their
throats to further their ****** of those non-republikans.  How could you not know their the
devil.  Every republikan uses their jobs they supposedly do to exterminate non-republikans
instead.  That's the same as ******'s minions did, for it wasn't generals, admirals, etc.,
who realized his and his ***** rise, it was the file-clerks, receptionists, cab drivers all
destroying, committing treason every moment, instead of doing their jobs, like the serial
murderers who masquerade as cops, exterminators ..., as doctors, judges ..., as justices.  

**** and his admin. were informed by 17 intelligence agencies about corona in january, he
lied about it extremely, pathologically and still is, as recently as March he was saying
"we have 5 cases and by the end of the week we'll have one, then it'll disappear", in order
to determine as many people were infected as possible before the states jumped in to try to
stop it, the highest of treason.  Simply because the quickest spread will be in the largest
metropolitan areas, specifically Cali and NY, where most voters are democrat or too sane to
vote ****.  Also, the predominance of infections and mortality will be in the lower-middle-
class to poor, 60 % of the nation, who can't defend themselves as well, and will die from
it more, price of living skyrocketing, people have less $ than ever, class war by pandemic.  

His latest, "the cure's worse than the pandemic", everyone should die by criminally insanely
putting them all back to work 'til death, to get Utin's **** more $ sooner from his corps.
I told you during the campaign that if he won we'd be lucky if he doesn't pull a Caligula,
that's only three steps from his current hitlerian positions.  The "Stimulus bills", the
Dems are pushing back but the Repubs are getting the edge as ever, 1/2 a trill to bail out
big businesses and they kept his criminal cuts to food stamps, still stealing food from the
mouths of babes and handing it to billionaires.  Pharma, medical supplies corps making hand
over fist from bidding war between States, federal agencies, Bush, **** klans kafknchinging.  
The 'big fix' is in, if it ain't fixed don't break it, stop criminal insanity, vote Bernie.

As an oak will not grow in another's shadow,
so too our struggles, solutioning with reality
while as one and three, a couple in harmony,
must also be independent to whatever degree.

Thus, being as water, yin, and as air, yang, we
find a dance gestured by seasons of romance.
The choreographer's mind's path undefined,
like last moment's awe makes way for this one's.

A canvas with frameless frame and reality
as the brush painting us, even it's shadows
speak of light.  Beingness as gleaned meanings
for all to share, seen through, if we were there.

A cacaphony, symphony heralding
song of the Universe, Earth and spheres.
From adagio, staccato, through to avante-garde.
Life sung accompanying the abundance of joy's Spring.

As poetry's music fathoms the depths of our heart,
heights of our intellect and imagination,
breadth of our spirit, well of our soul,
alluding to the unknown saliently.

Also, climate crisis demands a bond of Earthlings
stronger than ever before, and he or she
must be at the fore', if they want their progeny
community, partner, humanity to even live.

Exigency replacing humanity,

Merchants, only for more

Through to mercs for unending

Global unnecessary war.




C'est tres facile pour la machine,

Addictive personality disorder

Replacing humaneness being,

C'est la unvie, no?

Living isn't, envelopes us,

for humanity's extinction, racing towards us

from our future, seen on the horizon,

as ordered, is more so instead.




Life's not just what's unseen,

also where, how, who, when

and sometimes why not seen too

(but never Y2K),




one's heart path,

as life, relation,

like soness, is evident

and truth outs.

It was not dying to the life, sleep,

so one can be reborn in the morn’.
  
As we inhale, aspire, we exhale, inspire,

the breath of life is spiritual.

So too, to awake is as a promise

we made before we were born,



to be life.  It is, this new day

is given to be anew.

Awakened newly to the world,

which has also evolved in it’s newness.  

It's for us to find and be what it is

to be this new day.

Bail-out of Wall Street's

Valley determined peak of

Impeach, removal.

Sleep came to me 4 times this morn’,
even though torture awakened me
after a short time, betwixt.
A blessing compared to days before.
Severely psychically attacked
while my soul stood strong.
There but for Thee’s grace go I.

My father a tank, a beat down for hours,
I 1 3/4, wasn't speaking yet, wouldn't
'til 3, he wouldn't stop knocking me out,
each time I'd awake, immediately stand,
never cry a tear, I knew better
and something's very wrong with him.
I couldn't hate then and would never.

Non-humancentricity, how to be, all life
are needed threads in life’s fabric,
that cannot be allowed to be torn
asunder, walking within nature’s balance,
giving back to it’s abundance,
is not only sage advise,
it’s required for earthly life.

Since "...we(e),..." allowed Liberty's torch to be scorched,

Bell cracked, it's knell snatched, decades ago,

by not exercising our civic responsibilities, duties,

and thereby allowing responsibility's Siamese twin sister,

freedom, to wither like an unexercised muscle as well,

we must first exorcise our society of

self through to other possession

in order to exercise our responsibilities

and again have lefts, rights and freedoms.
  
Until then, what's free, what rights, freedoms

do we actually have?  I, personally am not

allowed to breath, et tu?

If we don't, there's no hope,

let alone assurance, that our progeny,

we say we love, will even live.

Exigency replacing humanity,
merchants, only for more
through to mercs for unending
unneccessary war.
C'est tres facile pour la machine,
addictive personality disorder
replacing human being,
c'est la unvie, no?

Oligarchic vacuum-up being almost
always on only leaves a trickle down,
only, when it's accidentally turned off.  
So the interlocking, laced economic
systems base, scarcity, that they think
they've replaced nature's abundance with,
details violence in all hues of all colors
of the rainbow, not just choosing to not know.

An addiction, like any other,
that can be treated just so.
When one weeds the garden within,
turns the inside out, a ray of Thee's Light
without, And within, it doubling,
doubles again outside, Bliss begins,
peace on wing sings, Soulshine
shared on and on, evolves life, echoing.

While feeling sacred on this All Hallow's Day,
I also feel pangs of the hungry, so wrought by
The profane, for the food wasted by us could feed
All the world's.... Yet, betwixt,
In the mundane it's only hurled.

Allowing our thoughts on our forebearers,
And a drink returned to the earth for them, as they,
The dearly departed, are us as well, we discern,
The depth of one's sorrow is the well's fathom
Of meanings and moments shared with them.

Thus, manners in which doings, not doings are done
Or aren't, brings life, light to them, or it doesn't.  
For grace, just a word, can't be sought, it seeks you.  
As words, while paths of study, can't lead to oneself,
For, intellect can not lead, as life does not follow.

As trying to sleep turns impossible,

and struggling to take the next breath overpowers

the terrorism of knowing it may be my last,

I fall asleep for moments 'til fear of asyphyxia

forces my waking anew to the terror of knowing

I could have been dead

and if I fall asleep again I may be,

as well as the twist that

there's nothing I can do about any of it.

As machinations of

travailing winds,

miraging, veil and mirror

narcissistic nihlistic

false-ego, as self,

"...we(e),..." evince to be.



Finding that find,

giving it away,

aliveness being this day,

and further searching,

to be this day

what it is to be this day.

I am thankful for,

The wonder of our

Morning star's rise,

And it's setting

Within our eyes,

On this Beauty Way

We build each day

With great surprise.



Native's compassion taught

Pilgrims at Plymouth

How to live within, give to,

Nature's abundance.

That providence sowed

Reaped graces' harvest,

Fraternity, bearing

Fruits to this day.



We gave Native America genocide, Earthocide.  

Chief Seattle said, "no one can own the land".

Bowing to Above and Below, for gifts bestowed,

Giving, may we, again, walk that way.

While giving thanx

This full Moon's day,

There, but for the grace

Of God, Great Spirit, go I.

'Tis in the darkest hour that

... shines so on one's heart path:

Where who, what, when, how,

Where, and sometimes why,

Yet, never Y2K, are unanswered

By the you that is to be, whilst gleaned.  



Then, not receding from reality,

Evolving lights one's footsteps

That followed none, leaving no trace

And saving the human race,

Which echo on forever, in all ways, always.

Even shadows speak of the light.

Soon to be matter that doesn't,

A Bodhi, as 'twas,

Everywhere and nowhere at once,

With heart,

Like the wind moves,

Not love nor hate,

Only everything and nothing

At all, at once, thrives.

Anniversary of his light snuffed by impeached

**** okaying Saudi's MBS doing it, with Jared's

messengering.  Let not his voice, like lady liberty's

torch was scorched, bell cracked, knell snatched decades ago,

be silenced, it evokes freedom, critics oligarchy, forever.

You, a joyous lake.

Me, the mountain, underground,

Which, you fill,

That holds you always.

Within and without us,

Is this love,

Macroscopia allows a view,
Verdant brilliance, a star's birth.
Yet, our microscopicness ignores,
The atom should not be split.

400 years of supposed "science"
Has stolen the earth's richness,
Michaelangelos from the sky,
Is killing life as fast as
Before last ice age ensued.
Biophilia or necrophilia, choose!

Vie's evolving song is as silent as
A stone's ballad for being's loss.
Yet, manifest destiny rag drags on,
Turtle Island's shell won't cover,
Approaching abyss on the horizon.

Vitae's wail echoes crimson,
As acid rain from your closed
Eye falls, Earth's tears bleeding,
For, all you see is grey.

On this anniversary of his light being snuffed,
like lady liberty's torch was scorched, bell cracked,
knell snatched decades ago, whilst his heart worx can
never be, support continuing activism for Khashoggi,
freedoms of press, speech, crticism of the oligarchy.  

His meticulous and terrorist assassination
will be an article of RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler's
impeachment, as our king-kong sized terrible-two
gave permission to Saudi's MBS to do it, in advance,
they went to Jared's for the messengering, outrageous.  

This war on freedoms, criticism of global oligarchy,
is just the tip of the global united **** of assassin's
class war against the lower-middle-class to poor,
and just part of the war machine, oiled by the blood of
non: us citizens, rich, caucasians, supposed Christians.

It's carbon bootprint is the largest, worst,
"...we(e),..." must end 'endless war'.  Yet, it's
just half of the bi-headed actual religion of most
in the united **** of assassins, the false god, mollock,
extreme violence, especially against kids, and war.

We once knew the seeds shouldn't be ground up.  The other half,
mammon, false-god of extreme wealth, greed, avarice.  Those two,
As one, are worshipped, studied behind masks of Hinduism,
Atheism, Christianity, Buddhism, etc., neither are separated
from the State as our Constitution dictates, ergo they rule.

Think people, 400 years of supposed science, a millisecond
evolutionarily, has brought humanity to it's extinction,
destroying what it took the Cosmos 18 billion years of evolution
to create, an insect damaging so much grain, an instant destroying
so much grace, please, human race be not the Earth's still birth.

Any scientist who doesn't do a full public mea culpa before posting,
with each post, to youth, communicating anything to youth on
the climate emergency is just a corporate structure convolutionary
and disciple of the religion of scientism, no more than a marketeer.
Cults aren't religions, anti-science that destroys all isn't science.

Yet you, leaving no footprints, that followed none, illimitable potential,
indivisible as life, walking in nature's balance, giving back to it's
abundance, can know "the root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science",
Gandhi, that you, leaving no footprints, no trace, that will echo on in all ways,
always, can be alival instead of survival, yet will you save life, the Earth?

"Having turned the machinery of the Gov't into
a corrupt process of getting bad press made on
his political opponents, the Bidens, by buying
false investigations on them by multiple Gov'ts,
must be impeached, now", say Dems, the people.

The impeachment investigation has received much
evidence to support it, yet, Rumputin/vlad-
the-impaler, who were illegally installed into
the Blackhouse after the 2016 election, are
stonewalling numerous other subpeonas, requests.

People have seen evidence of Donald's demanding
false investigations of the Bidens be started by
the Ukrainian President in exchange for already
allocated by Congress 1/2 a bill in anti-tank
'javelins', but not the unreturned voicemails

detailing his desires for the same 'quid pro quo'
by him to other nations, here's some.  The Donald,
'Hi President of Ghana, I've heard you have some
hellified kool-aid, if you investigate the Bidens
we'll buy 100's of tons, awaiting your call.'

'Yo, yo, yo, President of Liechtenstein, just
calling to let you know if you liechten the Bidens
and find some dirt on them, we'll buy a hundred gross
of your steins, this is time sensitive, top secret,
so get back to us a.s.a.p., pppppllllleeeeeaaassse?'

''Sup, President of Guyana, must be hot in Africa,
too bad for you, all kidding aside, I hear you guys
have the best kool-aid to die for, if you investigate
the Bidens and find dirt on them we'll buy 1/4 of a
bill worth.  Limited time offer, bro, sooooo holla.'

'President of Hungary, I've heard you guys are always
Hungary, so, if you want a 1000 tons of food 'b' alls you
have to do is investigate the Bidens, find dirt on them
and provide it to the Steve Bannon set-up Hungarian fox
news who'll broadcast it globally over the next year.'

The atrocities of it all is all the people can say.  Does
this feel like a Greek comedy/tragedy to anyone else?  A
quickie impeachment to cover-up the bigger Russiagate one
that indicts the whole of the republican conspiracy, just in
time for vlad, etc., to hack our next presidential election?

It's not the self-sacrificed

When we do what needs to be done,

Rather, the false-ego sacrificed

At Thee's altar within.



If you're not taking bullets,

You're making them.

Interwoven throughout life's fabric,

Waves of love from souls eternal,

Mending the whole of the weave,

Heartlessness would tear asunder,

Yet, could never, as we're here,

Evolve life, create light.

Mammon, their false god of avarice, says,
their 'final solution', extinction,
to steal everyone's everything,
can't be stopped, notseeism will rule.

"...We(e),..." bay, nay, you will be separated from
the State, as the Constitution dictates, the people
will rise again, your treason will end, Oyate.

Somatic revolution, each one's foci of attention
solutioning with all life, betwixt Earth and Sky,
evincing to be alival, not survival, lifting sights,
inspiring visions, meditations, actions, sweats to Sundance.

While we look to the 7 th generation, with our climate crisis strike,
starting 9-20-19 and 'the Green New Deal', we also mournfully remember
'Wounded Knee', 12-29-1890, where 300 Native Americans were exterminated.

Most of them were women, kids, a root of our king-kong sized terrible-two's
current war on kids, mostly Latinos.  I would fly just for a day, as a mayfly,
the Beauty Way, if I were more me, rather than as long as an eagle flies,
selling out, destroying, killing.  Viva la evolucion.  Wakan Tanka.

In Greenland, another billion tons of ice were dropped in

The drink, this time it melted in less than a day, recently,

No way! Our king-kong sized terrible-two just dissolved our

Nation's humanitarian program in USCIS, which allowed kids to

Stay because of severe medical needs, where's the republican's

Hearts?, the world at large, and everyone of us should, bay!



Still ineffectively addressed by the dinos, impeachment,

Grows more necessary to defend our country and the world.

The tariff war, which is only a growing tax on each US

Citizen by the republican conspiracy and the Trump

Organized crime family, shout out, we the people

Will not stand for tariffs that are only taxes on us!



To top it all, at the G7 Summit, RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler

Tried to get them to let Russia come back in next year's one?

They didn't go for it so he stated that he wanted the next

Meeting to be at his Miami resort, not only so he could

Make a killing over-charging everyone for everything, but,

Also so he could just allow vlad in against All wills, never!

From whence and whither, we've come and may go,

Interwoven throughout the fabric of life, waves of love

From souls eternal, mending the whole of the weave,

Heartlessness would tear asunder.  Yet, could never,

As you are here, and I am, evolving with the evolution,

Each footfall anew, leaving no footprint, that followed none,

Echoing on forever, in all ways, always.  Now on wing,

We only fly, love the 'One Sky' our womb we're birthed from,

On high, in Heaven, and below, Earthen, eternally.

Minutiae of life, betwixt

Sacred and profane in the mundane,

If lustless, miraculous disdained,

Evolves at it's own clip

Giving the unseeing eye the slip,

A crysalis of sorts,

Caterpillaring into

Butterflying love.

It's no wonder that the valley privation,

Denial, degradation that separates a hungry,

Abused, sleep or otherwise deprived child,

Will increase in depth, with the 2.5 billion

Tax dollars being stolen from your Gov't's

Coffers going to build an unnecessary wall

On our nation's southern border.  



The more and higher that wall is built,

The deeper that valley separating those kids

From their experiencing families, themselves,

Schoolmates, the world, compassion, and

The more spread out, pervasive that destruction

Of their, and therefore our, future's will be,

Negatively rippling on for all eternity.

Below, above, betwixt, otherworldly,

Harsh, birth of a star green dances supreme,  

Serene, river's blues surround mountains hues,

Surreal, nature's abundance and starkness,

Ethereal, vie vrai, ephemeral and forever.

In which doings and not doings

Are done or aren't,

Brings life and light to them,

Or it doesn't.

Sky has fallen on your head, Earth erupting has upended you into two, is it time for change yet?


Everyone knows the extinction's coming, racing towards US from our future,

Seen on the horizon, still, no talk of evolution, adapting to reality,

Not the worldly world of criminal insanity?  Non-republican caucasian

Newborns to men who are heterosexual are still neutered as newborns,

Mutilated as toddlers, kids, mass-*****, and every crime done against them

As kids and teens, yet the Roman Catholic Empire doesn't even acknowledge

Their inquisition against them, let alone slow it down, stop it.  How is

It that Pope Benedict (Arnold, the Rat...), the last inquisitor, hasn't

Been prosecuted in the ICC?  Just so you know, if "...we(e),..." don't

Uninstall RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler from the Blackhouse by 1-21-21, the

United **** of assassins is the new notsee Germany and since it's citizens

Haven't stopped it's Gov't, it must be destroyed at all costs, for life,

Humanity, the Earth, to even exist.  Is impeachment peachy keen now?

Do you feel like keeping it in the ground, abolishing fossil fuel use yet?

Betwixt words, lines,

Poetry's music fathoms

The depths of our heart,

The heights of our intellect

And imagination,

Breadth of our spirit,

Well of our soul,

Alluding to the unknown,

Saliently.  For, the muse

But whispers, silently,

Moving in mysterious ways.

Painting's music?

Inexpressible and felt,

Unknowable and experienced,

Of echoing images, silences.

Even the shadow

Speaks of the light.

Neither do I embrace.

Rather, the struggle well run,

Which uplifts us uncrowned,

Every moment humans race!