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Julian Nov 2018
The padlock on the continuous barnstorm of a transcendent time whose bunkum is transmuted consciousness aligning with parallax to a congruent worldview is not axiomatic but certainly a veridical property of reality. The universe is as much concept as percept and both properties of consciousness that lead to adaptive behavior are tethered to the eccentricity of the observer rather than the oblong nature of the observed where errors in prima facie judgments delineate the saplings of humanity to beaze under the proctored sunlight of an eternal sunshine that withers seldom to the whims of capricious arbitrage of those whose hubris exceeds the limits of the intellectual frontier because they are gilded with bricolage mentalities that scaffold the skeletonized worldview rather than apprehending the concretism and synthetic arraignment of interrogable reality in a manner that acknowledges the factitious intersection of pioneering understanding and the corporeal existence of realities both transcendent in spatiotemporal mapping and reversible propinquity to the sensible acquisition of tangible knowledge. I contest the worldview of many philosophers as a callow retread of basic logic whose ambition is underserved by a desire for prolix pellucidity rather than cogent succinct promethean formulations that dare to muster the herculean task of demystification even if the entropy of formulation is always flawed by the jaundice of the observers rather than the disdain of the observable consensus. We swing by a filipendulous thread that dangles speculation and reifies the blinkered piebald world of spotty concatenations among neurons recognizing that incomplete associations become the staples of philosophies that are precarious in some logical foundation but sturdy enough to weather the vagaries of the bluster of mendicants who verge on comprehension but pale in comparison to the monolithic edifice of so-called truth when the defalcation of figureheads supplants the clerisy as the new proctor of knowledgeable assertion. I contend that foofaraw is a primeval instinct of community ecology that expedites the balkanization of otherwise unitive properties of society and ravages them with bickering based on clashing predilections that are bellicose and combative rather than irenic and balmy. The acerbic fates of many leads to a rudimentary pessimism or a chary optimism that chides against the fortified exegesis of divinity that can be both proclaimed and stultified for its latticework properties of buttressing society in a permutation that is nimble in some respects but too turgid and rigid in others. The goal of humanity is to become a pliable instrument of a pliable universe that does not rely on buzzword dogmatism or the masquerade of hollow punditry but that relies on self-reliant principles for ascertaining veracity and impugning mendaciloquence with vigilant alacrity rather than casual sportsmanship that reaches finality only upon the handshakes of a battle waged that concedes the impotence of gladiatorial spectatorship as just a gambit of the half-witted cockney witticisms and shibboleths of sportive diversion rather than consequential and decisive reckonings with the subaudition that undergirds all events of any consequence with either a clinched victory or a callow defeatism of a futilitarian worldview that stoops to reconciliation only to propitiate antagonism and buffer against the truculent brunt of weaponized coercion to checkered flags that arbitrate the outcome of a binary polarity of humanized affairs. The majesty of creation is that reversible boundaries can be permeated in a bi-directional manner through the artifice of concerted thought rather than the orchestration of a linear traipse through the deserts of an inclement fate won immediately when projected upon the tangent of any given velocity at any point of acceleration away from the targeted impetus that grants only a partial vantage, a cantle of reality that is fragmented and piecemeal rather than circular and emergent. The most dire battle that humanity faces is the attrition of circumstance by the purposive declarations of imperious authority that seeks to muzzle the ingenuity of many for the deliciation of the few creating an accidia among the clerical institute of thinkers that imposes hogra that few people can grapple with that they are marooned into a cloister that reaps fewer rewards for an ascendant intellect than a virulent libido can clutch with predatory gallops against the also-rans that fight for carnality rather than the ethereal principles lingering within the grasp of many if it became a cynosure of worthy heralded acclaim. We witness the mass fecklessness of giftedness as a shackle of those whose plaudits come intrinsically fortified but sustain none of the abuses that the pedestrians would like to obtrude upon enlightenment to curtail and abridge the art of invention like the coagulation of blood to rob the vitality of throbbing pulse of importunate self-discovery of its macroscopic vista and its telescopic foresight about the future hodgepodge of a recursive fractalized reality besieged by the enemy of linear logical formulations implemented by ivory tower psychologists to muzzle the empowerment of abstruse language in order to make savory the nostrum of the apothecaries of delegated truth bereaved of recourse beyond certain leaps they cannot fathom well enough to flicker with even a faint transient wisdom that is designed to be amenable only to the supernal nature of ideation rather than the caprice of bedazzled humanitarianism. We need to forswear the -isms that flicker with doctrinaire dogmatism and flirt with forceful harangues that exhort a codified message and launch veridical properties of recondite etherealism into an immovable orbit whose inertia can broadcast a singular message of recoil against puritanism in science or skepticism in faith. The bedrock of this message is the deployment of useful extravagance without inordinate delay, the drivel of malcontent transmogrified into the prattle of estimable giants that have stature among the leviathan enough to recriminate against the autarky of self-smug simpletons that infest the world with barbarous indecencies and crude prepossessions that abortively crumple when met with the acerbic teleological gravity of ulterior consequence rather than blossom under the siroccos of manufactured wind designed for windfalls that always create a crestfallen aftermath from the anticlimax of understanding leading to the desiccation of consequence and the engorgement of precedence. These frangible realities become buoyant because the physics of the public dialectic insulates the creaky rickety vestiges of canonical knowledge as a sworn precedent inviolable and immune as a building block of all scholasticism, a retread of parchment recycled over and over again to entrench the past as the titanic vehicle that dictates the future of thought even though the porous inconsistencies of the vagrants of crude formulation make such a vessel less seaworthy than scientism and dogmatism of the monolith would have you believe to be true. The querulous quips of the uninformed predominate with such clutter that the armamentarium against useful idiocy is stagnated into a resigned accord with infernal subjugation of the public volition to insubordinate against a system of parochial enslavement rather than a catholic enlightenment whose universalism of principle ensures a steadfast society guided by scruples rather than undermined by the prickly thorns of abrasive contrition and the magnetism of empathic concern that sabotages the clarity of intelligence and provides a welter in the place of a well-arrayed code of peculiar but defiant distinctiveness that acts as the splinter that cracked the intangible but refractory borders of human inclination and demonstrated the sheer force of golden consistency rather than fickle withering resolve. I exhort and implore the world to heed the best minds that realize the syncretism is answerable to contradiction rather than scuttled from beneath by the impudence of its assertions against the common propriety when it stakes controversy as a gamble to aver the veracity of worldviews that violate orthpraxy with gusto as a brazen gallantry to rescue a foundering planet that seeks disequilibrium in harmony rather than an equilibrated sensibility that is proud to discriminate properly and honestly to clinch fact rather than kowtow to factitious slumber of somniferous kumbaya that is too deferent to maxims that are unduly polite only because charisma supersedes genius in its efficacy to mobilize people to fulfill their roles. With the miscegenation of justice that occurs because of expedience we find holes in many legalistic precedents because they anoint pettifoggery over sensible jurisdiction and face a leaky and ramshackle fate to foment paternalism and divide the clerisy among certain key considerations in order to save face rather than to impose a clarity of orderly supervision that seeks to dissipate the embroiled spiderwebs of dodgy prevarication and quacksalver logic to once and for all ascertain the truth that lurks beyond the primal jaundice of Kafkaesque confusion.
Hear the raucous universe
hum itself to sleep

The rhythm of the bleeting,
babbling, fence-jumping sheep

The beat, its regurgitating engorgement:

inhales,
groans,

sighs...

This is the song
of the tempest lullaby
July 6, 2015
Marshal Gebbie May 2021
Spanning what has been, as such within this lifelong, long,
The intermittent interludes dictate the days of song,
The halls of sparkling clarity, the avenues of joy
When corridors of enlightenment emerged, when, but a boy.

Tense before the starters gun, the competition hot
Clad in silk and spikes exuding confidence, I'm not.
Bare feet pounding on the turf I lead off like a hare
"Let him go" the Grammar scoffs, "at the mile post I'll be there".

With 250 yards to go I hear pursuing feet,
Engaging yet another gear with fleet of foot, so sweet,
To surge ahead to victory and win glory for the school,
But joyous to this pounding heart, to beat Grammar, was so cool!

Realization pulsing at the softness of her touch
Electrified engorgement when the need was, Oh too much.
Walking on a ten foot cloud of spangles from above
With thumping heart and pounding breath, could this be first love?

Wedding bells ring on our bright sunny day
And the bride's looking gorgeous and anxious to say...
I will, I will in a lifetime decree......
And the planet spins wondrously well, friend, for me.

Sun set through the windows of a peaceful, happy home
Lawns are mown and Autumn leaves, little kids have grown.
Happiness pervading, there is loving in the air,
As I run my fingers through my darling's auburn hair.

The pride of a father with the ultimate acclaim
When the kids have grown to manhood and gently explained,
That it's time to put the feet up, relax and recall
That they now call the shots, Dad, Cos you don't know it all.

Time for that interlude when introspection calls,
When the warm flood of memories echo down halls,
When the weariness bites at the back and the knee
And you've, perhaps, come to terms with your...( big sigh), mortality.

M.
"Foxglove"
Taranaki NZ
6th May 20211
Thought I'd better document this while I can.
Recent events have made time a very special commodity
Travis Green Sep 2022
I want to swallow your diabolic rock-solid pocket rocket
Let it massage my jaws, tongue, and throat
Stroke it while I ******* it
Lather it with saliva
Tongue it from side to side
Up and down, drown in its divineness
Push me further forward on your engorgement
Provide you full suckable service

Treasure your heavenly joyful gorgeousness
Tall, masterful, and experienced ebullient king
You arouse my mainland
With your wild foul language
Divide and conquer my homoness
Make me pine for your lurid immortal machoness
Lapse into your artistically compelling
Waves of vicious magnetic delectableness

Dangerous and untamed kryptonite
Take me into your sudden, destructive storm
Without warning, allure me, explore me
Feel me all over your obscenely heavy stretcher
Open my blower, feed me your smoke
Tell me to shut up and ****
Take in my raunchy moans
Work your high-velocity hotness in my bones

Slap my throbbing full-bosomed polygons
With your deftly delectable hands
Tweak my ***** lekker crests
Show me who is in charge
Unleash your wildness
Permeate me with deliriousness
So feverish with mad crashing passion
Render me dickmatized

So overly hooked on your hardness
The bone-rattlingly monstrous sounds you make
So flamingly enticing and unquantifiable
Delicious bewitching Romeo
Unload your internal, supernal, and fervent emotions upon me
Let me feel your raw, unbridled, and explosive forcefulness
The deep ceaseless breathing
How I concede to your vindictive, merciless heat

Make me feel tantalizing things about you
That are unexplainable to my domain
Make my delightfully smoky kingdom
Rumble with sudden and staggering delectation
You **** my mouth furiously
Got me buzzing and shuddering up a storm
The more you stuff your raging beastly instrument
In my luscious muzzle, fill me with overwhelmingly
Intense delight as you gush out your sweet sausage sauce
All over my serenely sensual face
Travis Green Aug 2022
Your dashing strapping smashingness
Tajes me into the delectably magnetic midnight
In the wickedly whirling waves
Of your slammingly ingratiating sensation
Your handsomeness incinerates my gayness
Makes me disarranged and crazy high
In the wildness of your virileness

So alive and hypnotized by
Your highly adrenalizing and mesmerizing paradise
You render my sensual feminine center speechless
When you present to me your magical moist machine
Swing it like an extraordinary slinky toy
Thick, velvety, and sumptuous
Enjoyable milk-chocolate hotness
Extra ****** and hypnotic
Your contagious, salacious, and cognac maple lips

Make me lust for your superabundant crunkalicious drugs
Make me a snowbird over your smoking, showstopping seductiveness
So turned on by your broad-ranging, game-changing invitingness
You stand facing my way, breathtaking nakedness
Mister beardalicious gripping pleasure treasure
Stroking your thickness with both hands
Motioning for me to take over
And without hesitation, I get down on my knees
And please your heavy edible popsicle
Embrace your titillating captivation
So inebriated in amorousness

I kiss your fresh, entrancing, and branch brown flesh
Luxuriate in your greatly flavorsome foundation
Direct my mouth around the slick tip
In my mind-blowingly primal nature
I take down your ultra thugness
Polish your ****, marvel at your remarkable sauce
Give you the highest level of delectation

Do whatever to satisfy your desires
Serve you my mouth and throat
Tell me how far you want me to go
Where do I begin and end
Can I stretch out the limits of time
Take you out of your mind for awhile
Lionize your vital force
Feel your big fat knapsack bounce on my tongue

Speak the scintillating and picturesque language of seduction
Let it stream across my supple salubrious skin
Let me enthrall your tallness
Kiss your blooming tattooed neck
Lick your silky shimmery ears
Give you all of my fieriness
Make your resplendent skin tingle

Be at the head of your flex
Caressing your strong, passionate, and relentless canvas
I open my mouth wide and take you in more
Feel your engorgement traverse down my throat
I take a gander into your tantalizing dark chocolate brandy eyes
Drown into your enchantingness
So unbelievably blitzed on your bangingly blazing hot bulge

Inch by inch, I drench your dreams
I swallow your mean-slinging grandness
Hear you moan hard as I delve deeper
Into your hypnotic homeland
Move to the wild and impassioned cadence
Of your warm and alluring manfulness

Taste your debonairness drifting into my system
So effectively prodigious and thrilling
So harmonious and state-of-the-art grandiosity
I **** you madly and faster
Feel you grasp my luscious lascivious briskets
Gorge on my torrid points
Push my head forward more into your allurement
Pour out effervescent love liquor
On my stunning plump lips

— The End —