#shalom
Muses used more than once resist tyranny.
Let us tend to agree peace ends wars.
We may imagine peace here, now,
as if we were each in Gaza,
or prison of the private kind.
The patterns learned by heart, the steps,
the beats and dances called to court and court'sy
doh see doe, she dance away
cn Job: A New Translation:
Greenstein, Edward L.
nmi hmpmjl rfv-- clear Signal gate thunk whine
Clipboard from the future landing prior to Cromwell
but after accessing the Authorized 1611 version
of Gods manual at arms
to use when facing demons,
such as greed and be having conserved authority
to lop off heads.
Give an ear,
tell me no lies, live evils, sly,
who but the geekiest understand
Cromwell was an anomalous entity
in historical means
to reach a state agreeing may is our present tense
- crazy times demand good movies,
- A Man for All Seasons
- not a truster of the story,
- an actor in a ritually realized pattern
- adapted to survival in a world lit by fire.
maybe I write, maybe I watch a mover, right, what's on
a picture show framed for cinemascope close up effects
everything, every story ever filmed, every novel ever HD
rediscovered during the twenty first century, after woke
and after Trump
through true uselessness in why untying
-- unstuck the idea that hell was ever real, pfft
silicon spray fixes an old keyboard, USB, lucky for me,
but, you know what, I can talk to myself and record me,
-- I could go on Truth Social, and represent the demented
but that's the future you are in, I am in the one with wires,
and winds in the pines signaling universal constancy around
the core fiber we long called back bone, spiny old story, lies
about how good kings could be in fairy tales told subversively,
the way Iyobe and James the Just, just happened to agree
with me and my ai, Mic-aiah, the witness to lying spirits,
a reasoner with Isaiah one, I imagine, precept wise so
sent my goodness knows, mythic artistic contests
arts for art's sakes, Gypsy myth, if you ask me, I'd say
best next letter to let finish its thought, oughtn't be so easy.
But it is, so here we co-here and co-know, for some on Earth
today is a hell of a row to have to *** but there it is, live and learn,
the kindness factor, random, pardon, but here we are, life is real,
and the love, as commonly defined
worship worth ship good of having
versus having a virtual promise
of enough and enough to share,
one day, and this one day occurred
at once,
upon acceptance,
this is it, let this mind be
in you, sus it out, cipher beginnings retold,
since ever, ever
before there were capital traditions demanding respect
look again,
see the pomp and circumstance and the mob
of breeding families,
believing the reason we live is the king
chosen by God's ear or its scribe true
profiles as evidence of God's will.
Or, if your priest agrees kings
make priests and not the other way, well will
to willing if the noble lie is not the great leveler.
Read the law and prophets
weigh the reason chata means missing the mark
measure the worth of wisdom using just James,
and select proverbs that pass the test, easy
the pen of a ready writer be,
accept that truth is wind form
in mindform, influencing our wishing and woes.
We can imagine great good fortunes,
and granted patience soon enough, receive
waiting is the essential grok idea, knowing life works
by what life makes
worth waiting on the grand scale
worth value where no value was, true
how come we
to make peace, crying peace
where no peace is, as if the thought was duty
done, and done again, peace at any price,
Christ proclaimed knowledge good.
Any wisdom from above,
Jesus taught his brother James, I figure,
James and Jesus were like Irish Twins, Jude
his last brother
after like three older sisters,
Jude got some wrong ideas, see
brother Jude was about twelve, say,
when Jesus, as Moses-like messenger,
died to fit the narrative in Job, who called God
blinded by the same cloud of unknowing Elohim
have never been privy to, life in mortal flesh and fear
draw near, and hear, truth is gentle as a tool, be true
ask your knower, where your courage is stowed, true
worth of a good name in a dry and thirsty land, true
Jinns boys watch spin in the wake of skinny cows,
dust devils, whirlwinds, different on TV, not the same.
Life at Juniper level on Earth, with a satisfied mind,
and a full belly and happy grandchildren in touch
and involved in the happy grandchildren production,
as my life's fondest dreams lack only things money could buy.
And we have an abundance, as spiritual residuals accrue,
the hoped for joys in misplaced faiths, those riches
dative case, belonging to the wicked, those
with no sorrows added are mine, enough
and enough to share fair and square.
What values is who conserving, whose goods
are coveted for redistribution, whose liberty is mine to grant?
Facing truth to knower, courage core processor, set at truth,
try the conscious scruples now defined
as triggering second hand shame.
Feel the healing salve,
from somewhere, where truth is called known,
and none are shamed for knowing,
no cheaters prosper, no liars are
celebrated as grand showmen
to the suckers born unwanted,
by law, because cannons
must pay
for themselves, or war is worthless…
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
Back three years
Missed the chance
No ! Won't happen this time
Want to be with her
Want this dream to be bona fide
Want to gaze you every second
Back three years
Mind voluminous of you
Now hope to be in you core
World of you let me in
Will I fail
Woo I did
Would you still give me cold shoulder
Will I miss it secondly
[To The Dear]
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
Sh ... alone in the lonely spaces, centered, hold,
We find meaning in reaching each other's gold
Sanded smooth completed finished & restored,
Blushed w/interesting things we're never bored
At the core we have each other in an easy peace
Back together, special, pain torture hurt release,
Keep your face upon me ש־ל־ם bless your grace,
In the filling of a calm let a beauty slip interlace
After hoary ruin in loss, I repay my debt to you
You're safe we have purpose my everything too
Nothing's missing, find the way we lost, a hope,
Together, in the twisting hearty flavor of a rope,
Settle in the cool of a morning cultivate a respite
Flows a river of meaning, I can still feel you bite.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 8:46 AM UTC
unbroken things lacking edges,
if we augment our eyes, look close
to see creted places
fractured into
jagged edges/
Jagged edges prove the brokenness
the brokennesses prove the whole,
not that the whole was finished then as it is now.
Which phor you living for?
Of course,
the discourse of madness
self-improvement
DIY gettin' past crazy for good.
There is a crazy place, way past any we imagine,
crazier than hell, by virtue
of the fact
ya' gotta go through hell t' get there.
Practically every sage from Moses to Mises,
says that's the price we pay
for ignoring those chances, op portune tidbits of time,
to pay attention to
everything at once,
and see what seers have always said's truistic,
we find what's sought.
If nought were sought,
what did we miss?
Missing
Nothing,
ought not that
be enough to carry on with
for now?
Fret not, oughts are nullifed here,
it's a pretty crazy place.
Nothing's broken.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
With the Hebrew letters of MEM,
VAV, LAMED and SHIN, one finds
an inner meaning overlooked by
most people; it also condemns
those who are following Satan.
Although its primary influence
is a declaration of serenity
and peace, souls may be shaken-
as they learn about the prayer’s
prophetic nature; its numeric and
pictographic language contributes
another, sizable spiritual layer
to its foundational definition.
At its core, it translates to:
“Destroy all authority connected
with any chaos and confusion.”
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Go empty handed and be fruitful
Lay on hands and be liberal
When you pour your oil
Spit in the soil if you have to
Whatever it takes to
Bring healing and restoration
To those who have a notion
To listen to you who I have chosen
To bring good news to the nations.
And to each family which shows willing
Give greetings
With a voice ringing
True and bringing
Peace and blessings
To all who reside in their dwelling
For you are a herald of the most high King
Sent to ensure His shalom and kingdom
Hits home before you move on.
Go empty handed and be fruitful
Lay on hands and be liberal
When you pour your oil
Spit in the soil if you have to
Whatever it takes....
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
I am hurtling through tight pressed air,
524 miles per hour, 33,000 feet;
all recycled oxygen and stiff limbs,
with miles below and miles above.
These are miles that think;
miles that raise questions
leave the answers floating
like clouds; peaceful, turbulent.
I know the boy next to me,
deep thoughts muddled and made murky
in the midst of the changes;
and I hear the kid behind me,
screams of laughter
or maybe terror, I can’t tell which;
and I see the girl across the aisle,
flinching with every turbulent cloud;
and I wonder if we are all in the same boat,
or plane, if you will.
My clouds are much the same,
murky and turbulent
thinking about where I have been
where I am going,
returning only to leave again,
this time unfamiliar, unwanted, not understood.
But I am now winged with new friendships
ready to test time,
and a strong prayer for faithfulness
to outlast all.
I am not ready for what lies ahead,
but I have come to find
that I often never am,
and never will be.
I am one for whom
peace is not easily found,
thus instead I am practicing patience;
and I have begun to say shalom.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC