All is silent and calm
when wars cease
A ressurection, brings its peace

Behold the field of battle will
bandy its curdled dead for nature's
abundant aura

The makings of war will ebb
then be cast aside,
unobtrusive from the sight of man
And let be known the chains of suppression
be rent asunder

Vanity must surrender its erroneous course
For on this day victory of truth will reign
For on this day an exultant resonance will sound its voice
once again
And on this day, wisdom will take hold,
like Hercules in victory with one mighty peaceful
blow in truth, vanish all foe of peace

Take heed by your very wisdom and let fly
that dove and let it soar and cast
its shadow on our land...

Silence of a greater love
bestow upon us
a peaceful dove

Whence in starry silent
nights above,
shine your crown
of jewelry love

Kiss my lips
without a word
Feel my hands in gentle stroke,
without a word even spoke

Be my mate forever be
like a calm rocking of the sea
Speak with smiles and tenderness
and lay us down in calming bliss

Watch we the silent sun come-up
without a word we reverie
In silence, hand-in-hand, we be
like the calm rocking of the sea

You say it's time to
test the waters.
Are my waters too hot or too cold?
Are my waters too deep or too shallow?
Are my waters rapid-streams or stilled and stagnant?

Do you test my waters for its impurities,
for its abundance, for its content?
Does your manifestation of myself
bubble with excitment?
Will your love norms succumb to your desire?

Myself, bestowed to me, and at this moment,
I have not the inkling about your water judgement.
But only a few flirtatious idiosyncrasies.
Am I the only one to be judged?
The only way to find out is it to leap into and feel
my warm soft-flowing immersion and myself
into your warmth...

A shooting chunk of space-ice
streaks across
my abyss of internal
and external thoughts
Caught in awe
of murky dark nothingness
that lies beyond the hydrogen
and carbon spatial fields
of primordial beginnings

Evolutionary processes
unfold as creation
vomits outward
The forever expanding hand of the Great-One

The misty clouds in turbulent and stilled gases
fill the nostrils of
The maker

Not withstanding anymore
this crazy-craze
for answers
I close my eyes
and shut off
my inquisitive mind
in fear of the cosmic crazies

Hear my soul
Don't stand in my shadow
Dare to strive forward
Replenish your striving
Become your own wishes and not mine
The great baton is passed to you
I will soon meld into the abyss of by gones upon by gones

My inner kingdom soon dwindles into obscurity
My trumpets of announcements is but only a hushed breeze
Days of rest beckons to me and the great ****** hangs
over my head like a giant pendulum counting time

I still hear, feel, and see my muse crying out to me
not to abandon myself from myself
Space shrinks as time shrinks
The earth pulls me down as gravity will soon claim me
Mother Earth will soon embrace me and welcome
me home, from where we all came, from the beginning of time

GOD IS ENERGY

Energy moves

Movement is life

Life is God

GOD IS ENERGY...


RW Dennen

Wondering about you
wondering about me,
me wondering about you

Trying to think of a poem
that describes an Autumn country scene is
hard to do
while the harsh realities
of city life screams up through
my window
A cold scream that hardly lets up
like a grotesque poor man's soap box
with different plots involving
random chaos interwoven with many poor souls just trying
to find their basics in life

Swimming through the flood of drug traffic,
drowning to the beat of paranoia,
a sense of oneself being devoured by
the abyss of deprivation
Being stolen, surrendered, surrounded by toil
in this unworkable society,
all snatched by unreasonable reasons
And so, the signs of the city street and other dismal streets
signify thus:
WAKE UP BE AWARE
NO COUNTRY DAYDREAM
GRAZING
ON THIS LAND!!!

And so you came and left Alabama
     on words that blew sharply
   piercing even the most covered ear
Great cities welcomed you
  and some did not
Pride from a long struggle
     finally subdued anger
      bringing about a glimpse
      of  worldwide hope for everyone
       and all the poor

Prophetic visions were shouted
   in strength to all four corners of the globe

Yet a crucifiction was waiting
  for you in the guise of a missile

And too early a wheat was
razed,
    and the loaf became bitter
Your body was passed from mind to mind
          as we ate of your bitter loaf

And so the drums were struck
  And so the cadence bowed
   And so the tears were shed
    And so a brother in spirit was dead...

All colors mixed in unison-
   and out from that dark gloomy cloud
appeared a rainbow
          And rain tear-cheeks dried
and a resurrection of pride
soon flooded the country-
We all became baptised
                    in blood and truth...

Fishing for my heart
has
   the hook
for
my being

What
if I do not
feel like
counting
to...

I will still love you even if Atlas tripped and
the earth dropped
I would search the heavens find the milky way;
find the "Big Dipper" and milk feed you

I would steal home base and give it to you;
become your double when you're in trouble,
become your alibi no matter what, do your dishes,
shine your shoes, make your bed and only give you
good news.

I would smile for you, cry for you, even lie for you
but should I ever die for you?
I would even smoke *** for you, eat the best food for you,
buy the best for myself for you
And being satisfied lay softly back and whisper to myself, "If I would for you, oooh yeah if I would for you."

I'm looking for magic
Seeking wisdom with the mysterious
nod of an Oracle,
trying magically to change the hearts of the heartless
Searching every flux of human illusions,
of feelings, of human connections, of human desires
And like you my precious one, searching for the tender
Abracadabra of just plain being
Delving into times knowing about the magical rhythm-ride, in time, that passes into the future with you

And yes, I'm quite aware about life's magical-wand of fate change that strokes you with gentleness and at times smacks you with callousness
What hypnotic mysteries lay ahead like pulling from life's hat the timeless night-blinking of our celestial roof, a broken
winter silence stirred by a canine's far distant call
And childish charismatic smiles of children

Just as all of life's surprises the magician's puff of smoke
appears as every sudden joy and sometimes sudden sadness
into a surprise bravo
And to all my beautiful seekers of wonder, prepare yourselves by knowing where there's hope there's
magic
Watch closely as your curtain call of life rises
And experience the screams, tears and cheers of the audience seeking, like you, MAGIC!

Do you think that Jesus ever accidentally
stepped on an insect even sat on an insect???

ANSWERE BELOW (way way below)




































I haven't the slightest just  like you.
What, you expected a Joke?

Just messin' wit jah

Found out I'm suppose to be
an "Aries leader"...

Found out I'm only a
follower

Found out I must follow myself;
"I must follow the Aries leader"

What are the three Libers


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      A N S W E R E.           OH PLEASE... COME ON NOW
The answers.       is is is
                  READY????
liberal liberty liberation  ARE YOU A LIBER???

Take the kid out of the ID
                 What do you get?
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     oh oh please answere

THE ANSWERE READY?
          
                     THE SUPER DUPER EGO!!!!!

RW Dennen ??