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Music is . . .

the magic

of everything

Music by accident

Music searched

Music revealed

Touched toned

voices between melody

calling . . .

calling . . .

a life bargained

for chance 

to dance

with eternity ©

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You were born the wanderer’s soul. ¬†This is how you began to be whole. ¬†The stars keep dancing, and the world keeps turning. ¬†Why would you think yourself to be any different?

 

 

 

“Tragedy is imitation of an action that is serious, complete, and of a certain magnitude; i.e., through pity [eleos] and fear [phobos] effecting the proper purgation [catharsis] of such emotions.” ¬†

—Aristotle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Happiness is not a¬† “pursuit” as is falsely proposed by deceitful thoughts of mankind, but is the reward recognized of self-worth when the heart unites with wisdoms of intimacy [soul] centered in compassion, kindness, and giving necessary to meet the requirement of balance between the give and take of the seasons of birthright of all life.

Everything of existence exists within a perfected order.   Humanity must return to the mindset of humble acceptance; an embracing of forgotten instinctive morality of mortality.  Why would humanity so grossly think themselves the exception to given ordered place of Universal law?  An instinctive knowledge of place within the whole.

Humanity is meant to exist for experience in moments of joy gifted of an eternal now of vested personal truths that need¬†be shared to the whole for purpose of change. ¬†And everything, just as a child is disciplined for imbalance of temperment, has ill consequence to be learned and understood without provication if thoughts meant for the giving are not given toward a betterment of life for the whole. The reward for courage of unselfishness, is happiness—gratitude reaped of higher conscious accomplishment of being, and even no matter the rain of self-inflected pains of ignorance tolerated through lessons given for greater necessity’s sake.

A suffering continues, over and again, until be realized a humility gained of the broken-ness of false expectation, disillusionment, and disappointment. ¬†Humility gathers up the broken pieces to show the path to reconstruction through intimate conversation of ‘muse’ of greater ‘force’ of core being: A true who of ‘self’ found if one is brave enough to dare remove a mask of gross intention; a numbered permission to enter the ‘stage’ of altered reality of illusions of lure.

Within comes the revelations of mortification of conformity moved by evil-minded endeavor. ¬†‘Seen’ is the continuous consumption of precious wasted souls [gifts]: A punishment of tears of self-disappointment spent in ignorance and mental imprisionment of anxious torment for want of dreams deferred by stolen moments.

The greatness of mankind, the arts of emotion . . . music,¬†poetry, story-telling and writing, painting, the humanities—remembrances of histories rich in thoughts of desire for change of heart and consciousness! ¬†And if one is completely honest with the truer of ones-‘self’, it will be from these desires that mindful wisdoms naturally flow from the center of being; a balance where freedom exists. ¬†No suffered anxious ego needing constant consult of place and reason.

The more expediently humanity gets it’, the sooner the world’s children will no longer be burdened of the ‘sins’ of apathetic forefathers. ¬†And an end will surely come to the insanity of killing propagated of false ideological‚Äč claim.

Life’s adversity is a false ‘bitch’, and will continue to be so until is acknowledged that the Earth is as our glorious Mother to what souls continue to return to through her womb to complete an ‘assigned’ task. There are no exceptions! ¬†And so it is . . . to the ones who remove the mask go the rewards of a just taste of anticipation of “heaven” on Earth; a state of spiritual sight revealing the truths of worthiness—beauty reaped of perdition’s tears of persistence toward Love’s promised perfection!

Forgiven must be everything of the sleepy minds of ignorance while the awakened heart forsakes the illusion of shamed mark by showing the world a born face of imagination’s courage of creative charge!

To humanity is entrusted happiness; a responsibility of divine measure to be shared with all manner of matter! Smile we must, as we reap a gratefulness of full heart in knowledge of miracles happening upon life at every precious moment!

As much as is reconciled in the silence of redemtion by ones of broken connection, such must be repeated aloud by all, until the aloneness of angst for change is no more!

Physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual hungers are all equally painful.  A humbled stewardship entails human compassion to call out the suffrage of any species for what it is . . . an abomination in the sight of existence!©

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“Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.” —Victor Hugo

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Every woman’s heart is deserving of¬†a ‘fairytale’ Love. ¬†Imagine that! A belief of heart¬†worth bringing¬†forth to be meant¬†to just be where broken is its own kind of beautiful.

 

Happiness is to love and to be loved.¬†¬†And yet, how many souls do truly¬†feel loved—the ‘something’ to have without reason for¬†logic aforethought: A ‘something’ of faith:¬†A faith of knowing. ¬†A ‘go with the flow’ mentality necessary to evolve to allow the¬†‘self’ to¬†feel the ‘something’ that¬†is real!

 

She feared a listening to her own ‚Äėvoice‚Äô‚Ää‚ÄĒ‚Ääfeared that the pains of her soul would bleed out the tears of many lives hidden of the words waiting to be spoken through the silence. She summoned a courage of¬†‚Äėunderstanding‚Äô of¬†question of ‚ÄėWhat has been the most important thing you have done in moments of life-times?‚Äô ¬†She already summized an answer, as she is a survivor of Love‚Äôs ‘tests’ of endurance, because after the scars, she stilled angst for love.

 

A woman’s intuition¬†is¬†sincere, and even when made ignorant¬†for a time of Love’s blinding. She¬†chooses¬†to love Love always, and even in an eternal tiring of trying, as she cannot easily give up on love so wantonly desired. ¬†She will attempt discovery of means of acquire¬†as she¬†wills¬†a world of her own desire‚ÄĒ‚Äägiving¬†wholeheartedly to Love’s¬†rhythms as it tares¬†down the walls of distrust in unending attempt at rebuilding her¬†pieces continually falling at her feet. She waits for¬†the melting; a smile that tells her he needs her. ¬†A trust in his eyes that says he will never leave her. The touch of his hand in hers that says he’ll catch her when she falls. ¬† A lust for repetitive kiss of¬†‘because I love you’. Until the moment of betrayal comes‚ÄĒ‚Äähe lets go of her hand, he pushes he away with indifference, and kisses her no more. ¬†He hears nothing at all¬†through her¬†tears lost in a seeking of Love’s seeming unreason. ¬†All this, she does endure¬†for want¬†of Love to make love to her like the storm ravages the ocean!

 

Is¬†‘the devil’ of mind delusional?¬†¬†Is¬†the ‘God’ of hearts an illusion? ¬†Faith, is choice made clear of¬†reflections of choosing direction‚ÄĒ‚Ääbe it negative thoughts of impending loss of worth by idiocy of hearsay, or be it positive thought for the keeping of heart¬†of¬†understanding Love’s way for growth and preservation? ¬†Is not Love a do or die challenge of worthy battle¬†for Universal soul sake?

 

Perhaps . . .  Love designed her for contentment for a time in aloneness.

 

 

Perhaps . . . ‘something’ of the Universe desires her for a¬†purpose as it whispers in her ear,¬†“I am sorry for your rain of pain, but it must be this way for sway.”

 

 

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Dearest Duke: ‘Move’ your Princess wisely, or¬†lose her entirely.

 

Dutiful¬†Princess: ¬†Let not mankind give you unreason to think¬†you are not of ‘substance’. ¬†You . . . are given in loan for Love’s greater sake!¬† If many are un-worthy, have no doubt in your faith that many others pray you walk in love their way.

 

Perhaps . . . for many, love comes in pieces in a noisy world.  One must be willing to lose connection with people, places, and things that create all the noise in order for the peace of Love to flow freely from the broken pieces.

 

 

A private conversation in Love’s sway, is¬†a soul quenched of a wound.

 

 

He asks: “Does Love truly exist?”

She answers: “Love is an adjective and a verb moving all matter of noun. ¬†Love, is the what of who¬†you are¬†of¬†what you do, and of what you say or don’t say; a word of meaningful connection to just being. ¬†Thus, it is meaning what you seek. ¬†Love, just is‚ÄĒ‚Ääthe same as always been.”

 

He asks: Well, if we marry, will we ‘find’ meaning?

 

She answers: Depends¬†on your life perspective. ¬†You won’t ‘find’ what was never lost. ¬†If you ‘find’ that there is beauty in life, then Love’s meaning is self-evident. ¬†If you keep ‘looking’ for Love as a thing to grasp, you will never ‘find’ it, because Love just is and was never lost. ¬†What you must ‘find’, is yourself . . . Love is there first; a¬†way of being, again to just be. ¬†To love yourself first, you must dare take off the mask given you at birth by ‘systematic society’. ¬†You will ‘see’ and feel Love everywhere and in everything if you do this first! ¬†Once you rid yourself of the mask, you’ll want no more to hide behind it! ¬†All ¬†truth will be revealed immediately:¬†A joy of all Love released from its imprisonment of mindlessness!

 

Simplicity . . . is where Love resides! ¬†No need to seek it! ¬†And even through the proposed and created masks of broken-heartedness, Love remains faithful to YOU! ¬†The one thing of life you can be sure of is that a meaning of faith is simple . . . faith is ¬†about belief in Love’s presence in all things believing ¬†in YOU . . . despite all else!

 

Q:  What is mortal sin?

A: ¬†Mortal “sin” is what it is, the sins of mortals’ lies and ties created by the wicked ruseful who do knowingly and¬†willingly¬†betray their fellow mortals: A convincing blindness assured given of mask to uncertainty and unreasonable illegitimacy of perplexing complexities¬†of¬†intentional stagnation of individual imagination’s creation of perfected evolution . . . over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over of each new berth unending, until each can deny no more the ‘voice’ of thought within of whisper to ‘take off the un’god’ly [ugly] mask of unknowing shame’! ¬†“Sin”, is a thing of mere mortal’s sole unsoulful doing by choice! Nothing more than human drama of dogmas¬†having nothing to do with a ‘God’ of all¬†things created of love!

 

She, one of continuous counting of many, is¬†overdone with lies and contrived controls of mass mania vested in mankind’s religions and politics; words of ‘other’ [hidden] meaning professed through dillusion! ¬†She, comes over and over, holding a divine Love close to being in spite of mankind’s own ‘evil’ inventions of spiritual reckage!

 

Give her¬†simplicity and she’ll¬†be fine! ¬†The Earth the beach the beach house and wine! ¬†Please take note of the sign on the entry-way door strunned in pink¬†cockle shells and clay purple turtle bells:¬†“WELCOME: NO mask of TV governed-mentality to ruffle your hair! ¬†Please do leave un-smart phones on the veranda chair!”

 

A reachable DREAM come true . . . IF . . . she frees her will to know an experience has no mask!

 

Love is given to hearts for the serving, yet sadly abused by the undeserving. ©

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Arc of dark-nesses . . .

surrender to rod and staff

Mortal hope ordained ©

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She was a child and a wretch—fighting in the¬†spaces between. Embraced were her scars taken without fear while molded was the darkness to the light where¬†her dreams¬†appeared out of¬†pain and aloneness. ¬†¬†

 

 

 

“Today you are you, and that is truer than true! ¬†There is no one alive who is you-er than you.”
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adam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adam or Atom?

Force of matter?

Attitude of principle?

 

 

 

 

 

This pain masked
as pleasure
Those pleasures disguised
as pain
of legacy . . .
of susceptibility . . .
of intent

 

 

 

 

Compulsory
will of engagement
of conflict stirring stagnation
of challenge . . .
of evolution . . .
of life stage

 

 

 

 

Neither benevolent
nor malevolent mutation
escapes equaled opponent
of will

 

 

 

 

A bitter-sweet pill
for life-long taking

 

 

 

Acknowledgeded

are ‘demons’
of detriment
lusting and reeking
of lies and ties
donating ills
of discontentment

 

 

 

 

Tho too . . .
is witnessed
‘angelic’ impressions
of combatant
self-love

 

 

 

 

Choice . . .
a mere restraint
at hands
of consternation

 

 

 

 

Lest’ then
‘see’ true . . .

s i n
is simply idealistic
non-sense . . .
illusions
and disillusions
of coerced reality
of beliefs . . .
of 
dis-beliefs

 

 

 

 

Entitlement is high
and mighty . . .

but so too
may be
the missing

 

 

 

 

A frolic
in these woods

is just
in 
wisdom
of all kind . . .
be by means
of power . . .
or
of prelude
to exile 
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Life¬†is¬†CHOICE . . . internal joy, or external madness.¬† Heaven and hell are ‚Äėsomething‚Äô we carry around with us, not a ‚Äėsomewhere‚Äô we are slated to eventually go.¬† Energy is eternal.¬† It cannot be destroyed, but only transformed.¬†

 

 

 

 

FEAR: Indoctrinate indifference: Apathy: A ‘contract’ of external contradictions: A learned expectation of pretension to offered fallacy: Hell: A slavery of mind.

vs.

IMAGINATION: Love of life: Ability to create: An internal ‘experience’: An un-learning to re-learn and reaffirm a right to liberty already given of true reality: Joy: Heaven: Freedom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is my soul’s conclusion . . . to hell with you then, oh you ‘demons’ of external injustices! ¬†A vote I do hence here give unto myself! ¬†And until such ‘time’ of man the word “democracy” does equate to¬†reality, I no longer am¬†participant of your deceit, nor will I conform to any man-made ‘policy’ or ‘procedure’ bent toward a “turn-a-blind-eye” mentality to creations of false hells committed on earth in name of¬†¬†fallacy or pretense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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She thought she would walk in the rain today, so no one could see her tears.  She and the sky had a good cry.

 

 

 

shoes-converse-sneakers-all-star-blue-shoes_www-paperhi-com_66¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† It was yet another chilly wet day in Daytona Beach.¬† A day seemingly like so many of late¬†as I¬†felt the weight of the thief,¬†worry.¬† Days on end vied for my emotional physical and spiritual energies. ¬†Even though I did enjoy most¬†dreamy-rainy days, this particular rainy day was cold and dreary with a hard-driven rain making me that much more aware of the aches and pains of aging. ¬†I was on my way to a doctor’s appointment on follow-up visit for an ongoing recovery of an injury. ¬†I was already feeling anxiety’s brutal anguish as I tried with patience to overcome the challenges presented of being unemployed and consumed with surmounting medical bills incurring along the way for having no medical insurance under state where people, like myself, are eligible only for humility without right of human decency of care and comfort: A truly vicious cycle of societal malevolence indeed! There I stood at the bus stop, again, forced to wait for having no vehicle. ¬†My¬†only options of travel were¬†either an expensive taxi, or take the long and tedious bus ride to my destination.

 

 

A bus finally approached by the time I was soaked clear through to my socks. ¬†I proceeded onto the platform, keeping in mind the slippery wetness of the narrow steps. ¬†I had already surmised that the passengers would be of the usual variety, numbed-out-zombie-like faces staring blankly back at me. ¬†I would be lucky to get a seat. ¬†As I approached the entryway, my eye staked out the only seat available nearer the front of the bus‚ÄĒsecond row just behind the driver seat. ¬†As I¬†awaited my approach to pay my¬†fare, I turned to my¬†left, and¬†through the Plexiglas wall I saw the long face of a young girl; a stunning beauty of shiny features that shown even through her fixed expression. ¬†I guessed her age to be of eighteen to twenty years. Her complexion was like new fallen snow‚ÄĒno freckles, no blemishes, no scarring. ¬†Not even a pore of her skin was visible.¬† As I drew closer to her, what I did see were three tiny and artfully positioned piercings of youthful display on her nose and eyebrows. ¬†The young girl seemed distracted in her thoughts as she looked right through me. ¬†Her mind seemed far from the commotion surrounding her.

 

 

As I stepped up to the driver, I caught glimpse of a lavishly laced pink infant carriage positioned at the young girl’s feet. ¬†The carriage was large and looming in contrast to the narrow aisle of the bus, yet was perfectly set in place like an adorned throne fit for a princess. ¬†The carriage itself looked of purposeful design with large white wheels beneath a spiraling frame of shiny silver chrome. ¬†The sides were layered in light pink lace billowing down in furls. ¬†As I passed the surrealistic still-life drama played out before me, I concentrated one eye steady on the seat I had picked out just diagonal from the girl and the carriage. ¬†In my passing, I glimpsed¬†a long peak down at the tiny infant lying within the¬†pretty-protected walls of the carriage. ¬†I guessed the infant to be four or five months of age. Her skin was a delicate creamy light shade of mocha. ¬†Her large and beautifully hypnotic dark-brown eyes were endowed with long dark lashes; a picture of envy of all mother’s dreams. Her thick dark chocolate-brown bushy hair with shiny tiny petite curls was neatly secured from her little face by a dainty lacy pink-bowed headband. The tiny infant was wide-eyed, smiley and giddy. ¬†I could see her tiny arms and legs flailing about beneath her pastel pink and blue baby blanket as she squealed happily.

 

 

I took my seat on the bus, and took a deep breath to¬†re-claim my calm. ¬†I¬†couldn’t help but peer over¬†at the young beautiful girl and the embellished carriage before her. ¬†How could I not notice that the infant and the carriage were in direct disparity to the girl‚Äôs appearance? She was dressed neatly, taking obvious pride in her appearance. ¬†Her colorful attire I would describe as skater-girl-like, a term I learned¬†from the younger generation’s vernacular: A word used to describe a certain look of particular dressing style of some groups of our youth. ¬†The girl was obviously very tall in stature¬†with a¬†sculptured medium-slim body frame. ¬†Her hair was coal black in color, straight, and cropped short to her head with a jagged parting sweep her right side.¬† Her bangs were held securely back with a small plain black bobby pin. Her eyes, a brilliant¬†blue with exceptionally long lashes. ¬†The girl’s black jeans were tightly slim fitting down to her¬†ankles and secured to her hips with an attractive wide black belt with¬†quite large open metal-framed holes diametrically encircled. ¬†Her small tight T-shirt and matching jacket were snuggly fit and quarter-sleeved to just above the elbows, neatly contrasting her jeans. ¬†The bottom of the jacket just barely reached to the top of her¬†belt.¬† The girl defied¬†being ignored in plain sight, straight down to the tops of her baby blue “Converse” high-top shoes and brightly colored pastel toned socks that perfectly complimented her shirt and jacket. ¬†The girl’s¬†neck sparkled with a petite gold chain with a tiny heart pendant dangling at its end.¬†The heart lay just atop her chest like an¬†exquisite¬†piece of ¬†jewelry displayed on a mannequin‚Äôs neck as is seen in a jewelry store window.

 

 

I was not in a habit of staring at a person, but I was mesmerized¬†by this tall and beautiful young girl and her colorful skater-girl-tomboyish appearance and the pretty-pink infant carriage holding its bubbly occupant wailing her little¬†infant’s songs of joy. ¬†At first glimpse of her, the girl displayed no facial expression.¬† As I stared in my secret awe, I watched the girl slowly turn her head as if being summoned by force to come back from her daze of moment in response to the infant’s squeals for attention. As she gazed down into the carriage, I saw her face and her whole countenance change in an instant before me. I knew that their eyes had met. A chill rose¬†up in me. ¬†The girl and the infant carriage took on a surreal glow that moved everything around them to fade away until there was nothing but the girl and the carriage. Again, not meaning to stare at such angelic site, I was hypnotized to paralyzed. ¬†I saw, in that moment, the girl and the infant share a private universe; a solitary space of which I was graciously given privy to behold. ¬†The young girl beamed with total unconditional love and devotion upon the infant. ¬†I did see a tender pure love come out of her‚ÄĒa light untouched by all outside influence. ¬†I could not stop if I might the¬†energy rising directly from this light. My own tears did silently swell from a place where I had kept them hidden. ¬†For a brief moment, I had¬†forgotten my own pain and worry, to share in this¬†private and precious joy. ¬†I was completely mesmerized¬†as I¬†allowed myself to feel an¬†energy of deep felt emotion completely, and without expectation or reservation, take me.

 

 

A spell of enchantment was broken when the beautiful young girl reached up to pull the cord announcing her stop to the driver as the bus approached her destination. She resumed her beautiful angelic smile as she gently reached into the carriage to place the blanket over the infant. ¬†She then secured a plastic covering over the entrance of the carriage to protect the infant from the chilling rain outside. ¬†I watched them both intently as they made their leave. ¬†I watched the girl and the carriage and the large blue umbrella from the moisture soaked bus window as they disappeared down the street as the bus proceeded onward.¬† I was left to myself with feelings of sadness that they were gone. I then did¬†hear the words of mind, ‘beyond the veils of intimate self-pity, lay all things beautifully seen through both sides of the looking glass’.¬©

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Forsake not these days of reflection of a heart’s¬†sonnet¬†as¬†night falls ‘the watcher’ of afterthoughts‚ÄĒkeeper of¬† the days of mortal pinnings moving gusts of wind and rain to mingle with heavenly tears. ¬†Washed away but not forgotten are the many awe-swept¬†sorrows.¬†

 

 

 

 

INTROSPECTION (n): A conscious contemplation of one’s thoughts feelings and sensations of moment: A self-reflective examination.

 

 

 

 

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Yes!

Do dare

think

the unthinkable things

before things

become unthinkable!

Because

if thinking

the unthinkable things

did end . . .

actions

be just foolish then ©

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¬†“We’re all vulnerable. ¬†Mix the wrong feelings together–the right kind of bad with the wrong kind of good, and you’ll wind up with a total breakdown”.¬† -Absolem

 

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What’s amiss ¬†conscience

of Love’s abyss
where privilege holds summon
atop an eyefull tower
in final hour
of power?
 


Oh’ how humanity weeps

whilst mortality creeps
along a disturbed consciousness

 

Who holds high
the lathe
of heaven . . .
to strike first blow
upon a deceptive seven?
 


Wherefore art thou

laden leader . . .
to bring forthwith
 paradise sweeter?

 

Fruition endures
dire straits . . .
’til forsaken
human will awakes

 

A tower
of power
shall again be built . . .
to rid the world
such shameful guilt! ©

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“Burn the Lies.” ¬†‚ÄĒHatebreed

Those who seek shall not stop seeking until they find.
When they find, they shall be ‘disturbed’ [FREE].
When they are ‘disturbed’, they will marvel, and will reign over awe!

 

 

 

“Never do anything against conscience. ¬†Even if the state demands it.”
Albert Einstein

 

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In a place of solace . . . I am ensensed of¬† an undeniable ‘God’ named¬†Wisdom.¬† I do not speak.¬† I listen to the ‘voice’ of given grace attempting to end the¬†unrepentant wars amid the love and hate of my heart: A knowledge given not of tolerance, nor of acceptance,¬†but of awakened¬† intuition—truths of all ‘Godliness’, a ‘spirit’ of love¬†. . . what is essence of awe of equality of beauty—genius of destiny’s clarification shared with a divinity of the seen and not seen.

 

 

Upon perceptive wake is curiosity; a significance of art of all things: A knowing that ‘God’ is not an external ‘entity’ of a who viewing the Universe from a perch on high,¬†but is the what of all intelligence existing of all things of matter’s creation; a view from within looking out from Nature’s fingerprint designs.

 

 

Awareness is wakened to ‘see’ the natural ‘God’ of joy, comfort, order and balance, and peace—always here . . . always there . . . always patiently waiting for the pieces of Love to appreciate a connective perfection, and despite all imperfections made of¬†human willful dis-honor and disappointment perpetuating¬† purposefully to veil¬† the heavenly menageries of beauty and seduction.

 

 

Love¬†just is—the ‘something’ of everything within the true colors of reality. ¬©

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‘In your man-made slumber, you did fail to ‘see’ that what you seek is seeking you from within—moments have come to claim your return to the gardens of¬†remembrance.¬† If one falls, all shall fall if followed are the thoughts of heinous hegemony. ¬†Follow no one and nothing but your own beating heart.¬† —Nature

 

FATE:¬†¬†A name for punishment given to the foolish ‚Äėwatchers‚Äô commonly viewed as having given self-permissions in deciding human destiny.

 

ABERRANT: A non-conformist: A dreamer of one’s ‘feeling’ a pre-disposed life-purpose: A madmen of clear mental clarity and passion considered to be ‘different’.

 

 

Dare to be ‘different’! ‚ĚĄ

 

 

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True and

indisputable  chess

choice of aim

made

through 

generations

stayed 

as soldiers

of burden  

of Earth’s issuance

of moments 

of responsibility 

of place

of honored recognition

of hierarchy 

of power

of number

affirming memory’s ¬†

noble blood

of vocation 

of bonds 

of reason

 

Or . . .

 

choice . . .

is made clear

to remain

of obliviousness . . .

and thusly . . .  

pass away

the ones

to stray

blinded

of mind

in triviality

of existence

No need

for glorified

battles

of will

against agents

of indifferent bias . . . 

for this be

an abandonment

of thy own soul © 

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Nobility: recognition and responsibility: high ideals of admirable moral character.

 

 

 

“When you see a good move, look for a better¬†one” ¬†¬†—Emanuel Lasker

 

 

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