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"uncontrived" poems
*"Oh my, I don't feel that I can go on much longer. These old man's heels have in the past been stronger. "* And then, down a black Hole to seek the last truth; defeating blunders of mind, but too long in the tooth. And then, back out, returning to the open. Auburn leaves beneath lie still. Wind stirs, orange spirals woven. "It's a universal fractal spill." And then, *"Recursive, it's recursive; my whole existence has thrived. One end is subversive, the other end is contrived."* And then, the black Hole opens wide, ******* grabbing, attracting-- uncontrived, unaware of requite. One old soul the Hole is extracting. And then, ...
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
Upon A Kind Physicist's Unending Death
Our Lady visits places where no man has trod asunder Places where the hand of time has kept them from the sun, Places where the roiling earth hath ground to rend like thunder Where history, as we know it now, had barely, then, begun. With elegance she burrows forth, with elegance a seeking Tended by her retinue of young, admirers’ lithe, With elegance she sinuously writhes within containment, To elegantly strive to shape her contour, uncontrived. So femininely fabulous, admired by all and sundry Her deadlines met assiduously, taken in her stride. Secretly she smiles the smile of one who dwells thereunder Who secretly entrances with her quiet performing pride. Fare welled on her journey by adoring crowd and bunting, Fare welled midst a sea of flags by rotund Prince and child To coyly disappear from sight with retinue of admirers To reappear with fanfare in a year, to drive men wild. Sinuously spinning in her secret world beneath us, Spinning and beguiling in uniquely female way, Alice holds our promise in sweet dreams and aspirations Our Subterranean Goddess…Our Lady of the Day. Marshalg Plant Co-ordinator The Wellconnected Consortium AUCKLAND. 27 January 2014 Alice is our giant tunnel boring machine. She is currently 40 m beneath parkland and housing in Owairaka, Auckland. In 12 months she will emerge at Waterview to be spun around to burrow the return tunnel back to the point of origin. These tunnels will form the completing stages of the modern motorway system in Auckland. The system, which will be completed in 2017, will revolutionise the existing transport network and benefit the people of Auckland and New Zealand for decades to come.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Our Subterranean Goddess.
Our Lady visits places where no man has trod asunder Places where the hand of time has kept them from the sun, Places where the roiling earth hath ground to rend like thunder Where history, as we know it now, had barely, then, begun. With elegance she burrows forth, with elegance a seeking Tended by her retinue of young, admirers’ lithe, With elegance she sinuously writhes within containment, To elegantly strive to shape her contour, uncontrived. So femininely fabulous, admired by all and sundry Her deadlines met assiduously, taken in her stride. Secretly she smiles the smile of one who dwells thereunder Who secretly entrances with her quiet performing pride. Fare welled on her journey by adoring crowd and bunting, Fare welled midst a sea of flags by rotund Prince and child To coyly disappear from sight with retinue of admirers To reappear with fanfare in a year, to drive men wild. Sinuously spinning in her secret world beneath us, Spinning and beguiling in uniquely female way, Alice holds our promise in sweet dreams and aspirations Our Subterranean Goddess…Our Lady of the Day. Marshalg Plant Co-ordinator The Wellconnected Consortium AUCKLAND. 27 January 2014 Alice is our giant tunnel boring machine. She is currently 40 m beneath parkland and housing in Owairaka, Auckland. In 12 months she will emerge at Waterview to be spun around to burrow the return tunnel back to the point of origin. These tunnels will form the completing stages of the modern motorway system in Auckland. The system, which will be completed in 2017, will revolutionise the existing transport network and benefit the people of Auckland and New Zealand for decades to come.
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I am Jesus, I am Nazareth, the holy book, scripture and ghost. I am a game of shadows, a king revoked of his throne, thrown penniless into the night. Beautiful, reckless and elegant I give no creedeance to those who declare wrong from right. I thrive in the center casting spells and insinuating foresight from my projected eloquence and esoteric insight. A compelling work of wisdom and sorcery, curdling your blood's common thread, a strand of DNA shared with all living and dead. A spooky terror of uncontrived epiphany, a silver lined pocket of edgeless mystery. Give in now and emancipate yourself from your subconscious's antiquated history.
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
Memory
“we should cast aside all childish games that fetter and exhaust body, speech and mind; and stretching out in inconceivable nonaction, in the unstructured matrix, the actuality of emptiness, where the natural perfection of reality lies, we should gaze at the uncontrived sameness of every experience, all conditioning and ambition resolved with finality.”
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Long Chenpa