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Nomad Aug 2014
Testimony of Why You're Here
Nomad
Aug 2014
Here you are
here you are,
yes you are
yes you are
you are here
you are here
and here
you
are.
Aye indeed
in the flesh you do appear,
yes my friend you are indeed,
certainly here.
Don't judge a book
by it's cover,
but what's inside is what matters,
I leave that to philosophers and their stones,
I say they're all just as mad as hatters!
Here you are,
where ever you may be,
there you are,
for everyone to see.
Reading from some screen,
because this won't make the front news,
on the technology we all love,
to make and use.
There you are,
showing off your prowess,
all the while you're thinking,
"Boy, i'm a mess!"
Well,
be it as it may,
not that I'm one to say!
You are a testimony of only you,
and a testimony
that only you can do.
How you sit,
stand,
approach another,
or flee,
no matter how you walk,
talk,
or sound,
you're still apparent to me.
You are a testimony,
of God's Grace,
or perhaps you are,
a testimony of truth and hypocrisy,
of the human race.
How you live,
is none of my concern,
it matters not to me,
what you make,
or what you earn
You are who you are,
oh how true this really is,
from the ol' boy from the hicks,
to the golly gee biz kids.
So today, be a testimony,
for all the people to see,
that when they look to you,
it's you they want to be.
Because you can do good,
or better than that,
with only a start of a smile,
and a tip of the hat.
You are a testimony,
of you got here,
so take off the shades,
enjoy the sun,
it's time to make your life clear.
Be strong, and virtuous,
diligent and mindful,
be passionate, and courageous,
but most of all be faithful!
I wish you well,
in the coming years that does run,
I wish you the best of luck and health,
and some better days under the sun!
So testify yourself,
in all things you do,
because in the words of Dr. Seuss,
"No one can be you-er than you!"
here you are,
yes you are
yes you are
you are here
you are here
and here
you
are.
Aye indeed
in the flesh you do appear,
yes my friend you are indeed,
certainly here.
Don't judge a book
by it's cover,
but what's inside is what matters,
I leave that to philosophers and their stones,
I say they're all just as mad as hatters!
Here you are,
where ever you may be,
there you are,
for everyone to see.
Reading from some screen,
because this won't make the front news,
on the technology we all love,
to make and use.
There you are,
showing off your prowess,
all the while you're thinking,
"Boy, i'm a mess!"
Well,
be it as it may,
not that I'm one to say!
You are a testimony of only you,
and a testimony
that only you can do.
How you sit,
stand,
approach another,
or flee,
no matter how you walk,
talk,
or sound,
you're still apparent to me.
You are a testimony,
of God's Grace,
or perhaps you are,
a testimony of truth and hypocrisy,
of the human race.
How you live,
is none of my concern,
it matters not to me,
what you make,
or what you earn
You are who you are,
oh how true this really is,
from the ol' boy from the hicks,
to the golly gee biz kids.
So today, be a testimony,
for all the people to see,
that when they look to you,
it's you they want to be.
Because you can do good,
or better than that,
with only a start of a smile,
and a tip of the hat.
You are a testimony,
of you got here,
so take off the shades,
enjoy the sun,
it's time to make your life clear.
Be strong, and virtuous,
diligent and mindful,
be passionate, and courageous,
but most of all be faithful!
I wish you well,
in the coming years that does run,
I wish you the best of luck and health,
and some better days under the sun!
So testify yourself,
in all things you do,
because in the words of Dr. Seuss,
"No one can be you-er than you!"
Cerebral Fallacy
Jan 2014
It came upon the good doctor to clutch it in his palms
An object so sharp that blood oozes over its tip
Touching and clutching it he weeps tears of excess
Excess of the desire from where emerges life
Nothingness is the very excess that flows beyond being
Beyond the infinitesimal horizons of cosmic pleasure
The devil at play beyond the confines of the mind
Language the immanent trap that infinitely failed
Moving beyond the pale meditation of holy dignity
Gods emerge from the midst of haunting madness
The excess of the gods, divine excrement turn into dust
The sweet aura of the banished god- the scavenger
The very life of the gods contained with death and play
They danced across spaces, traversed beyond scope
Their bodies decay as stars while their excess reaches within
Within every marked desert of intoxication that grasps infinite depth
Weeping in the midst of the great gulf, the gods fade as the night
They emerge as beasts and flowers amidst the deep of the sea
The fall into madness, excess, passion and excrement
Perfume is but the odour of man turning into dust
Even the glory of the gods reflected divine excrement
Every entity an extension of another, the cosmic essence
That binds and destroys life as movement unfolds beyond reason
The essence beyond the shared catastrophe that binds life to itself
The good doctor watches the blood ooze from the body
Blood being the testimony of immanent frailty which traumatizes being
His tears dilute his blood as trauma sustains life
It falls into the ground and the divine fruit is born
The essence of goodness contained within the germ of madness
Madness that tantalizes the notion which shames reason
The realm of divinity where infinite wisdom dwells
It dwells in the midst of bliss- Ananda !
The God of Bliss awakens as the stench of being enters the heavens
The creator weeps as he watches the excess of heavens multiply
The object that the good doctor possesses drives him into oblivion
Never more is the world haunted by the gods !
Bliss even the bliss that is found in the mountaintop
Where the last god lay and washed his feet with perfume
And the milk of the divine yak nourished the heavenly nymphs
Charged with ****** excess, paradise lay in the midst of hell
The good doctor returns to the womb from whence he came
Beyond the confines of trauma, desire and being
Every creature watched as he lay the world bare and nacked
Never again will the gods return to plague the world
Then lie the bodies, cold, writing in pain and pleasure, leaning on love
Bodies that desire the gods of old to sustain trauma and jouissance
Where is the good doctor now? Whence will he return my love?
And there in her eyes, the beauty of the world lay
I looked at her and in an instant her eyes transformed reality
Oceans swept the depth of the horizons, stars became angels
Time turned into eternity and the darkness ebbed into nothingness
Trauma was rent apart and life was bound by divine love
I kissed her lips and as I wept I beheld the good doctor
He lay dying in the depth of the traumatic vengeance
His organs lay in the excrement of totality
His eyes gauged out, his ears rent apart and his mouth torn asunder
His limbs were scattered and his intestines emptied
The years of his life at an end and his body dismembered
Disseminated, the stench of the lifeless corpse filled the universe
I looked at her and it was the stench of love
I looked into the heart of darkness and I wept
The sound of my anguish filled the halls of time and space
The pillars of paradise was torn asunder and rent Hades apart
Eternal sorrow that sustains our love
And then as I beheld the futility of existence I kissed her lips again
I closed my eyes and I experienced the touch of the heavens in her mouth
And in the infirmary his body lay among the dead
His organs burned as a sacrifice to atone for existence
Existence, trauma and excrement echo the cry of divine justice
And here the body lay without its organs and we were too sorrowful was beyond measure
We then buried his cold body under the stars in the heaven
We saw the scars from where his organs were rent asunder
A corpse contains the testimony of death as he gather everything to himself
But a corpse without organs? What does it contain?
Must it not contain death and trauma itself?
And here his hollow body lay, and death the parasite
A parasite's life lies in the life of the organs within the body
When the organs cease of give life, the enemy perishes
And death lay dying in the grave he decayed
The good doctor lay in the realm of darkness forever !
The blood and his tears have now produced fruit !
It was its fragrance that brought life to darkness
In the darkness of the night my lover went into the grave
Fearing not what lay in the midst of the darkness
Wind is the master of time, she flies beyond the medium that she animates
The wind carried in her ***** the fruit of blood and tears
And then she saw that the keeper of the dead leave the confines of his realm
The wind blew beyond measure into the land of the living
And then I kissed her in the graveyard one last time
For she was too sore to live but her eyes spoke one last time
And there I saw the good doctor was not dead ! He smote his foe in the deep !!
His fruit was now beyond the grave where they lay him !
The hollow of his body is now the testimony of love and eternity !
And there I awoke from my dream and my heart skipped a beat !
My desire was water was now beyond measure and I looked into the river
In the sky I saw that love is the very excess that engulfs desire !
An object so sharp that blood oozes over its tip
Touching and clutching it he weeps tears of excess
Excess of the desire from where emerges life
Nothingness is the very excess that flows beyond being
Beyond the infinitesimal horizons of cosmic pleasure
The devil at play beyond the confines of the mind
Language the immanent trap that infinitely failed
Moving beyond the pale meditation of holy dignity
Gods emerge from the midst of haunting madness
The excess of the gods, divine excrement turn into dust
The sweet aura of the banished god- the scavenger
The very life of the gods contained with death and play
They danced across spaces, traversed beyond scope
Their bodies decay as stars while their excess reaches within
Within every marked desert of intoxication that grasps infinite depth
Weeping in the midst of the great gulf, the gods fade as the night
They emerge as beasts and flowers amidst the deep of the sea
The fall into madness, excess, passion and excrement
Perfume is but the odour of man turning into dust
Even the glory of the gods reflected divine excrement
Every entity an extension of another, the cosmic essence
That binds and destroys life as movement unfolds beyond reason
The essence beyond the shared catastrophe that binds life to itself
The good doctor watches the blood ooze from the body
Blood being the testimony of immanent frailty which traumatizes being
His tears dilute his blood as trauma sustains life
It falls into the ground and the divine fruit is born
The essence of goodness contained within the germ of madness
Madness that tantalizes the notion which shames reason
The realm of divinity where infinite wisdom dwells
It dwells in the midst of bliss- Ananda !
The God of Bliss awakens as the stench of being enters the heavens
The creator weeps as he watches the excess of heavens multiply
The object that the good doctor possesses drives him into oblivion
Never more is the world haunted by the gods !
Bliss even the bliss that is found in the mountaintop
Where the last god lay and washed his feet with perfume
And the milk of the divine yak nourished the heavenly nymphs
Charged with ****** excess, paradise lay in the midst of hell
The good doctor returns to the womb from whence he came
Beyond the confines of trauma, desire and being
Every creature watched as he lay the world bare and nacked
Never again will the gods return to plague the world
Then lie the bodies, cold, writing in pain and pleasure, leaning on love
Bodies that desire the gods of old to sustain trauma and jouissance
Where is the good doctor now? Whence will he return my love?
And there in her eyes, the beauty of the world lay
I looked at her and in an instant her eyes transformed reality
Oceans swept the depth of the horizons, stars became angels
Time turned into eternity and the darkness ebbed into nothingness
Trauma was rent apart and life was bound by divine love
I kissed her lips and as I wept I beheld the good doctor
He lay dying in the depth of the traumatic vengeance
His organs lay in the excrement of totality
His eyes gauged out, his ears rent apart and his mouth torn asunder
His limbs were scattered and his intestines emptied
The years of his life at an end and his body dismembered
Disseminated, the stench of the lifeless corpse filled the universe
I looked at her and it was the stench of love
I looked into the heart of darkness and I wept
The sound of my anguish filled the halls of time and space
The pillars of paradise was torn asunder and rent Hades apart
Eternal sorrow that sustains our love
And then as I beheld the futility of existence I kissed her lips again
I closed my eyes and I experienced the touch of the heavens in her mouth
And in the infirmary his body lay among the dead
His organs burned as a sacrifice to atone for existence
Existence, trauma and excrement echo the cry of divine justice
And here the body lay without its organs and we were too sorrowful was beyond measure
We then buried his cold body under the stars in the heaven
We saw the scars from where his organs were rent asunder
A corpse contains the testimony of death as he gather everything to himself
But a corpse without organs? What does it contain?
Must it not contain death and trauma itself?
And here his hollow body lay, and death the parasite
A parasite's life lies in the life of the organs within the body
When the organs cease of give life, the enemy perishes
And death lay dying in the grave he decayed
The good doctor lay in the realm of darkness forever !
The blood and his tears have now produced fruit !
It was its fragrance that brought life to darkness
In the darkness of the night my lover went into the grave
Fearing not what lay in the midst of the darkness
Wind is the master of time, she flies beyond the medium that she animates
The wind carried in her ***** the fruit of blood and tears
And then she saw that the keeper of the dead leave the confines of his realm
The wind blew beyond measure into the land of the living
And then I kissed her in the graveyard one last time
For she was too sore to live but her eyes spoke one last time
And there I saw the good doctor was not dead ! He smote his foe in the deep !!
His fruit was now beyond the grave where they lay him !
The hollow of his body is now the testimony of love and eternity !
And there I awoke from my dream and my heart skipped a beat !
My desire was water was now beyond measure and I looked into the river
In the sky I saw that love is the very excess that engulfs desire !
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
For Mother.
Marylou Narducci
Jan 2013
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"
2/19/95 mln
My Father gave me wisdom
and scriptures for my heart.
My Mother put in practice
the love that God imparts.
By watching how she lives her love
and How Gods light so shines,
and seeing the peace within her heart,
I wanted that for mine.
Never boastful nor judgemental
I have never heard her yell
She will quote a verse to ease your pain,
She knows them all so well.
No problem overtakes her
His promises she trusts
She lives to do his will because
she loves Him oh so much
She's a quiet overcomer
An example for us all
When I need an inspiration,
I know just who to call.
My Mother may not ever know
The seeds of faith she sows
How many souls she wins for God
as through her life she goes
She's a living testimony
And when her time on Earth is gone
I, for one, will be there
To hear God say "Well Done"