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Night Owl May 2010
Past altered states tests postive and subtle
******* So and so's ­teeter Paleolithic après time puddles
And submit terrible philosp­hies
Ashy stubble ticks politics 
and sacrafice to peer approval ­sacralige
Test probably appears stable
Top patriarch's able sudde­nly to
Pop above submerged tables possibly
After, something tests­ patience awkwardly
Stumps tarot practioners and *** testers poor­ application sterily
Topology plain, astrology scorpio
Torpedo po­wer aptly strikes to pedal antlers sour
Take particular appointments
Stop testing plea­se apply sorted
Terror power and sexless torn pigs
afterhours pen­ and store tips, plow.
Alter simians testosterone, pow!
As scient­ists type papers about sexing tasteless past alligator snouts 
te­sting partly after science takes party alliance south to pawn arm­y 
subtle tipped passion. artsy.
Start these.
pick atoms smarmy
T­ally past all sentences take pride
As stencils test pestilence. A­nd sigh.
The previous alterations simply tried.
And didn't work, ­hence the present
Path lit incandescent.
I'm looking towards the ­east waiting for positivity to peak
You're turned backwards nosta­lgic for something that'll never come repeat.
Kenshō Dec 2014
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there were people  who believed in laughter,  joy and love. They believed in many deities,  but the most important to them was their Great Mother Goddess. They believed in and lived with the powers of Nature. They reveled in the Wind,  the Rain, the Snow and the Sunlight. They marveled at and  revered  the changing of the seasons and saw  therein  great excitement  and  wisdom to be gained. They knew  that  if  they
tended,  cared  for  and  loved the Earth,  in return  She  would provide for,  care for and love them.   They saw that all  around them  the  world was filled with Life,  much as their own but  in many  different and wonderful forms.   They felt the life of  the flowers,  plants  and  trees  and respected them  for  that  life essence.   They  looked about and observed all the many types  of animals  and saw that they were kindred to them and  loved  them.  They  felt  and observed the great Love of the Goddess all  about them  and knew kinship with the Moon.   They were practioners  of
The Old Religion, worshipers of The Great Mother!
Something I am reposting - I found it on the web. It is important to me. =)
Eclipsing Moon Sep 2011
Beauty Is As Beauty Does
A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


If enough people are interested I will continue with this series as a Book with chapters this one being renamed ...Beauty Is As Beauty Does-Prologue .





Beauty Is As Beauty Does



A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red







If enough people are interested I will continue with this series as a Book with chapters, this one being renamed ...Beauty Is as Beauty Does-Prologue.







In the dark recesses of the void, we call our universe a cloud was forming, one devoid of morals or intent.



The molecules came together under the thought processes of a malignantly minded old sorcerer, blended with his hope of a lasting endowment of centuries of learning and spell castings.



He was searching for a one to carry on his knowledge and spells of potion and this cloud could carry out the espying in secret as he wished...under cover of dark and thought...unless a spirit was descerned by another caster of woven potions.



Today in time was measured more by centuries and decades as the process took... its form...questing for the entity as this universe and others had been targeted for his type of Magic...sorcerers specialized in their trade and like all good practioners he had his fireworks shows with energy beams and potion majic mixed to control and manipulate the certain being he was working with...for power was the name of his gambit...the access and addition of as well as controlling in the sphere of a society...let’s just say he got his jollies from using others well earned energy..What they worked for...he stole and reveled in the process.



It just so happened that today...his cloud was in the vicinity of a planet known to the Magical world as Earth...Terra...this being inhabitied by beings in many dimensions and frequensies...it seemed to home in on a child...being birthed as a logical consideration ..So that; further study was merited



.Marking this beings location in the foothills of a hidden mountain range ...in the Tibetan range and former birthplace of a religious teacher known as Lord Buddha...Siddhartha...and a nice long history in the telling of the Monks who followed him...this time a twist a counter turn of the incarnation was a Female child ..Looking to be imbued with the same set of majical powers...and the beginning of another time and space of reign as the first...excellent time to lay claim to the mind and teachings of this ...ONE..Of Beauty.
the nights where I go to sleep listening to some SNMR of a fireplace, the sound of falling rain, the sound of waves caressing the shore, winds of a wintry blizzard... and the evenings tuning in to the radio... not being burdened with my jouvenille taste in personal choice of music... how soothing to not be the curator of my own downfall, claustrophobic... a release in the outstretched consolation of time, not being my own d.j., which only truly works in the realm of classical and jazz music... and nowhere else as via BBC radio 3.

Ah! The world is a fine, fine place...
with BBC radio 3 and 4 in
the background...
why did I think succumbing
to the corporatism of classic.fm
would amount to much:
of note people who only care
about classical music if governed
by visual aids of cinema...
yes, the world is a fine place:
reminiscent of my maternal great
grandfather hacking rhe airwaves
trying to play cards, eat peanuts
and sugar cubes like a cackling horse
brightening the dull grey of those
20th century days without
knowledge of what coffee beans were for
dumbing sackloads into the river
tuning into: hello Europe, London speaking...
just like now... uninterrupted
by adverts with dental practioners
and war mongering charities...
the world is o.k. with BBC radio 3
and 4... Westminster Hour on radio 4
come 10pm... then switching to radio 3
for some classical and jazz and
Icelandic cello duets and some New York
hum hummy itchy ooh ooh
of those generic haughty female vocals
with a metropolitan "unique" lisp...
in the future, which is also now...
there won't be a need for a t.v.
and a license of ownership...
a book a candle and a radio.
The South African,
And even at large the continental economy,
Is rough on bankers and economists alike,
It has become a hub for capitalist business,
Corrupt politicians sharing the spoils,
Coffers not safe
Left-overs given to criminals
And the crumbs for the citizens
Each party in cylo even in cylos
Even race has lost the race to poverty
The runner-up being unemployment
Local investment is not even in the race
People have lost their ability to govern their patience
Essentially the economy is ungovernable by policies
It has become artificially influenced by patterns and trends,
By globalisation
With the only investment being foreign
Whilst local resources and labour
Are being exploited
Even the world bank is alarmed by the 80/20 wealth proportionality ratio
Its all about economies of scale ,
Margins and bottomlines
Sometimes even tax is not profiting
Debt has captured even the debt-collectors,
And tax-practioners alike
Making it difficult even to debit creditors
Black-economic-empowerment struggling to break-even,
Making it a loss trajectory
Entertainment industry booming whilst tourism is strough
No recovery from fraud
Crime at its peak
The economy is reflecting its health status that there is no adequate intensive care,
And no unity,
Even in classes by educational wealth
Imports does not produce exports
Not to mention the ports-system
Cant even afford to pay attention to service delivery
Subsidy housing erected everyday,
And yet there is no adequate infrastructure
It is a tendering system
Informal industry petitioning to be formalised
Whilst formal sector is behaving informally
The supreme housing of policy we knew as the parliament has become
A magic circus
The show sold to the highest bidder
Whilst the reserve bank has a weak bladder
So many loopholes in the system,  
In constitution the economy has no scapegoat,
The agricultural industry is not alive,
Development is banked
When we do a post-honourous dissection,
We see natural disasters instead of manmade causes
Del Maximo Nov 15
I was quiet today
all day
life is peak and valley
but even with all I’ve been through
this day was low
call me Chief Joseph
I’m tired
authorities say one thing
practioners say the opposite
embattled and entrapped
in bureaucratic *******
I will fight no more
for now
my voice is parched
my limbs are weak
my spirit is diminished
today they burned down the fort
I will lay low and rest
among the ashes
maybe tomorrow
or the next day
I will rise
like a phoenix
and fight again
but tonight
I’ll take some warm calming tea
and close my eyes and rest

Lord,
give me sweet sleep
and pleasant dreams

Del Maximo
(c)11/13/2024
This has to do with healthcare in the U.S.

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