Solar Life and Flashes…

Sun_532Solar Lighting begins late in the evening sky and continues through the following weeks; first scorching the million-acre-land around Calimesa City and ultimately damaging the domes of cover across the skies above those made at home. Life ends and life begins. A different life also creates-stop-start inside several thousand—where water begins and evaporates.

Rulers gather and die.  The death of middle worlders on surface is many and rarely varied. A renewal of the hidden memories of power in times of sorrow and danger and fear prevail.  Wealth again moves and poverty descends from above the sunlight and below the ground levels of cave dwellers and their children.

Across spaces of lighted atmosphere and spaces absent of everything except views above and across an angled galaxy, war of rearranged arrangements begin and end in victories and losses. Some obtain more of less and some lose everything to those others dwelling above these spaces and below this ground—stretched places of caves and cave-ins and areas where life hides from death and awaits the end of silent lightning and the reaches of flash.

Once again upon these skies, a spinning whirl of land and seas of salt and lakes of salt less liquid, warriors stage the wars of rearranged arrangements and wealth distributes where the winners rejoice and the losers lament. The dead are discarded beneath the soiled blood and inside rocky renditions of those of victories in death and legend. Quickly forgotten are the response of battle and the rhymes that end with hunger and rearranged arrangements.

For these days of peace remember pleasant moments of above ground splendor and days of night and night of days as knights begin an uncertain dance of daze. Swords and shields never rust and the lightning of solar ruins again gather in place of suns and along a galactic twirl of swirling earth filled with the salt of sea and the breaking winter waves along the shorelines of a billion lakes without salt and filled with many lights of star sparkle and life.

These are the days of women and men and children and reaffirmation and survival’s rearranged arrangements and offerings. These are creators of ways and means and love and care in heart shaped reasons and certainty. The responsibility of these creations are moments before another war and the death of songs forgotten from those last days battled when reasons were few yet responses necessary. Always…Rearranged arrangements? Blood feeds the form and those forms cease flesh without it? Let it be written so let it…

And! Beautiful you are…

Fantastic Future Fantasy…

21aWe are bourgeois folk perched on top of a bourgeois mountain and at the peak of a bourgeois civilization. We! Also are the bodies and the souls of Workers everywhere…Are we in the last minute of prevention or are we swallowing ourselves and consuming our own?

Tis the Greed of Destruction! The day of mechanized material ruin is today and our warehouses are… Nothing new has developed and culture has been reduced to banality, repulsion and stupidity.

Truth is gone… Replaced by the corruption of a worthless government—And! This government of US continues to purchase or pay ‘We the People’ just enough to forestall a Socialist revolution that already has started and is sputtering along in America. Faith in the economy and the dollar and freedom is gone from our precious society. Hope—as a tiny ray of sunlight or moon-lighted shadow is for; the Workers of the World, Dead!

Let there be news of nothing and entertainment, while those called intellectuals, argue pointless drivel and political fundamentals. Our nation continues war and the notions of future war and the preparation for war— Our government continues to purchase or pay US just enough to forestall the coming Revolution—Repeated?

Let us fabricate a notion that America feels thwarted or poorly treated. This notion creates an enemy and sides must be delineated. We are for US and against those whatever; is ‘auto-therapeutic’ for those of the unsuccessful many.

Watching the rich or famous or infamous and…instantly, we receive extra-rational cravings never to satisfy but possible, especially in this Tea-partied-extra-irrational, severely-to-the-right-wronged-sided American lie.

Then for your entertainment, let us watch the News created by money for money and your believing the unbelievable…Financial cliffs, foolish babbling between a Congress or a Senate and scandals and a garbage in-truth-gone-symphonic brought to you through discounted prices and junk food—wowzer.

And-by-the-way: The people of Iran are suffering due to US-created and committed criminal-sanctions against their country. An almost total embargo against a productive country in a World Economy is another crime against humanity. How about the people of Palestine and policies and injustice and the destroyer of society…WMDs are not just Chemicals and Bombs and Nukes—oh well! Not entertaining…So?

Everyday— unnatural death and destruction across our sweet world, is just a sound-bite or two from being ignored. No money in reporting actual news! Opinions are the new truths in Newsy-news and Juicy gossip.

The Supreme Government of America casts a large shadow and darkness across us. It is similar to dogs with no masters…Every moment it hurts and kills and destroys everything it touches. ‘It exists for the money and by the money.’  In a Capitalist society there is no Democracy or Freedom…Never was and never will be!

Do not allow the rationalistic truths and the materialistic lies of today to confuse the Revolutionary messages from the People of our World. Beyond the shiny beads and cheap trinkets we, ‘made in America folk’, are also these people.

And! Beautiful you are…

Change or Flash Away…

2‘To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but reading and writing comes by nature.’ Well said; for one of fortunate beginning. If food is ones only focus reading and writing is mute! Power is keeping the masses hungry-fearful-uneducated (Koch Brothers)…So! Few may rule many…

We are fearful of the conditions of America’s front and present society; because of the decline and the failure of our economic creations over the last ninety years. Since the (1900’s), our production has rapidly developed complete with swindle and the sin of speculation—Damn the workers…And! Capitalists hold your mortgage until they steal your land and your children’s future. Can we say, ’Banking ‘failures’ in (2008)?

Checking the ebb and flow and the laws of nature within a Societies’ structure, we discover the economic demise in its modernity. Capitalist and wealthy ‘landowners’ (speculators/bankers) create failures through their economic avarices and our governments.

Without the strength of the Union of American Workers, the company stores of old: (coal-country—West Virginia and Kentucky, etc.) will continue and instead of wage slavery we will be simple slaves. However, we are chained to the company and the power of the wealthy–called; our failed economy and our corrupt government. Company Store—Oh no! Did anyone mention Walmart?

Should we discover a Senate/Congress/Judicial and Executive gathering of competent women and men, we will still continue destroying the strength of people and freedom through another few years of Capitalist sputter and plunder.

Remember there is no freedom or democracy in Capitalism. It never existed except in conjuring instruments of war and the building and destroying of same; and the real or imagined enemies of the United States of America. Through violence, attempt to balance the world. Works for a while—and then ‘what do you do with a drunken sailor?’

Presently, the class struggle between Capital and Labor has been relegated or forced into the background; politically between government and the aristocracy—an Alliance (government of the purchased and wealth), and assembled in Camp ‘A’. And! ‘We the people;’ dragged by capitalists and property-job-loss-devaluation through America’s Banks and speculators into Camp ‘B.’

Watch our corrupted and purchased—Government toss-out the lies of ‘Democratic’ Capitalism between Republicans-vs.-Democrats. Legislate nothing for the people of America…Problem-speak of ‘great cliffs or defaults’ or any other ‘sound-bite-fantasy.’ Capitalism will correct nothing.

Print us more money and we will spend it all at the Company Store. Pay us just enough! We must eat something? Without food comes Revolution-eh?

And! Beautiful you are…

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Illusions and River Spirits…

44The Hollowing is an indentation of soil between concrete ruins and dirt–just a skip from Will’s alley. It is a sacred area. Hollowing is visited by those healthy and those sick of Plague Waste…Religiously sacred? The Witches’ Coven and blessed ground is touched and healing powers and love abounds and…Crowman knows better.

Hollowing is a bomb-sized hole in the ground used as cover during Latest War. These pictures of miracle destroyed large chunks of Sity and killed eighteen million and one half…Latest War occurred one hundred years past and was just another in the many wars fought first for ideals and then for survival…Plague came later and survival lost!

What of Coven and what of life’s life? In a wig-waggled world most children do not live past the ‘coming of age.’ We are ‘preggers’ and then we die of Plague waste. It is a simple death. No suffering, no pocks, not ugly…just sleep. So! The hope for young men and young women to procreate, in case of ‘cure-fall,’ is great. And! There is ‘cure-fall.’ Many gatherings live past their twentieth year and some into their thirties.

Not many—but sacred—for they are the mothers and the fathers of future days…Not hopeless, then. Sad, yes…but expected without variance, except by Coven…Witches live forever. Witches are the power of lives and life and choices and dictates and control. They are the fire builders and the rain of oils that fall from somewhere-to-there without distraction…The Coven hurls great sounds and flashes across sky and through the clouds.

Sity is a child’s world both spelled and said as it sounds. Sity is concrete and great rivers of water and oil and salt and the saturation of dusted waste and dusted life. Sity is a brief whisper of humanity. Sity is crap. Sity is sore. Sity is the dance across once hills and soft snow and winter night. Sity is life and snow is no longer white.

Crowman glances down. The boy is strange and speaks few words. Withdrawn? However, that is his way. They are; the children surviving Plague. Quiet? Yes! And; yes again to fatalism, fear, courage and the strength of one or more than one. Nothing surprises them. They accept everything. They expect nothing normal and nothing abnormal.

They do not understand the difference. There is nothing either moral or physical. Customs and habits do not; for children, exist. Only survival…Sity.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Of Moral Depravity…

The Christian Right—of the USA is gathering for their Hate Spew in Philadelphia 2012’s ‘Bang-a-Gong for Judgment Day’ festival of  ‘My God is Bigger than Your God’ and Let’s Dance Orgy in 4-part harmony…Could this be the ‘Born Again’ America’s Taliban—‘Rises Up’ party again and again and again? Oops…Looks like a set-of-three.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Moral Depravity— Let us gather together and chant! Education and wisdom –cannot save us from depravity…So! Let us keep them illiterate and stupid. Come-on Slaves of the World— Send money– Be fruitful and multiply— Kill the unbelievers—Send money— Believe in us and Send money, money and money…Oh No! Not another set of three.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Moral Depravity’s Second Coming—It is upon us. Everything from: Financial ruin-to Recession-to-Terrorism-to last year’s Arkansas Bird Kill-to-President Obama-to-Thoughts-thoughts-thoughts…Oops three-set again.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Oh God! What we need is another ‘The Response’ by Ricky ‘the tricky’ Perry.

And for followers: Our Quest Squeakers include—Pat ‘the tat’ Robertson, Tony ‘jerkin’ Perkins, Cindy ‘windy prophet with a direct line to god’ Jacobs, Anne ‘fanny- bishop of what’ Gimenez, Joel ‘the mole’ Osteen, Davey ‘wavy’ Barton and maybe an ancient ‘waiting for Dec. 21st’ Mayan Prophet or that famous 18th century Preacher George Whitefield.   Miracles here and there and everywhere…eh?

Let us Pray—Please keep them Illiterate and Stupid and Poor…Oh No! Not another set? Something Biblical cometh this Way…

And! Beautiful you are…

Of Wars and Instructions…

How will Economic War between countries ultimately become actual war among all regions of the Earth? WWI and WWII and revolutions Yesterday-Today and Tomorrow…

Rough times and individual hardships create Tribal Societies—then war among tribes, seeking ways and means to improve themselves through a Society. These alliances can be through: economies, religions, the spoils of war, blood-relations, tribal contacts and need, strength, sex (must stop the Annunaki from taking our earth women), appearance (racial construction) , geography (territory), necessity (the invader), power (higher tail-wagging), selection (the ‘anyway an animal’) and government/religion (my god is bigger than your god)…

In the physical world: Individual survives through family, relatives, neighbors, community, town, city, county, district, region, state and the relationships with other near-by states (USA), common enemy, country/economy (EURO) etc., civilization, continent, world/planet and on-and-on-across galaxy and universe. Let there be one then two then many and let many bring death/destruction/change/alterations to survive…Let us do the Big Guns Boogie…doncha think!

Are we Eternal Spirits connected to the Universal Life. Without physical body we are eternal? Why Physical Bodies?  Isn’t both strange and sad that we (the physical folks of earth see ourselves as the center of life. Stretched across the heavens we only acknowledge or see US/WE as the only life in the Universe. We know better. We believe in gods/creation/creators and through governments/religions we hope for our continuation beyond physical life and the continuation of life for our children ad infinitum…Like everything physical we are born, we create offspring and we die. Cycle-cycle-cycle and runaway cycle. We are too simple to rule! We follow out-of-survival instincts both perceived and required.

Life is out-there! It is real and it is abundant and it is ready! Life exists whether seen or known. Stretched across the heavens we see and do not understand the multiplicity of life.
Our earth-bound religious boundaries and our governments of survival are always blind, stupid and ignorant. We see everything and we have no mind-wrap algorithm or expressions to explain much of what we see or almost see. Survival is not knowledge. Survival is fear and fear is the ‘Little Mind Killer.’ Yeah! Though I walk through the valley of death”, I will fear nothing for I am also the strength of the eternal spirit–never alone and always a something?

Remember: Mankind’s war against mankind is the constant war against Mankind’s Self. I fear that war never ends unless we destroy the mistakes of our creators. The heavens we are instructed to worship maybe the Hell we are instructed to hate. A God is a Devil and a Devil is a God must be another instruction to fear. To become! Our physical survival must not be allowed to continue?  There is a place where my heart always returns!

And! Beautiful you are…

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Dream Touch and Curves…

He dreamed of you. He dreamed of you last night or this morning. You and there in a room off the main restaurant-bar place. Not real except in memory, in imagination and in places of sound and silence. For a few minutes, they were hiding as they always did, away from everyone. He searched through the few moments of privacy, where women and men or women and women or men and men go to touch, to smile, to whisper, to share and to be alive. In those precious moments of time touch and heartbeat, he was never a lonely soul in a dying world. You were life for a few heartbeats.

Her face and form danced within his dream. Tiny freckles, lips to laugh, eyes to dance and ears to hear the music of words and silence. Underneath a table and cloth they pressed together knee-to-knee. Then dream gone…Never explanations of nothing but life and why and gain and lost and oh…he thought you may have died and visited on your way star-side, just to let him know they were still…

Once upon a sailing ship, he saw her gown as the morning sun poured (if the morning sun can pour through anything) through a window and filled the doorway-sun-side framing her body as the opaque texture of her clothing changed because of the light, into a thin and transparent breeze across the shadow of her curves and her beauty and…never before had she been more naked or more clothed than she was on that morning.

Friends and caskets and funerals without flowers. Less mourners and small lines. What is left are folk circles talking and laughing and…Caskets usually look the same except for the little ones. These caskets are always too small and too heavy and hard to carry. A spiritual death?

This depends on the casket bearers and their knowledge of the little one. Inside those tiny boxes is a sorrow so; unexpected, unrequited, unresolved and not replaceable as the sorrow is unnatural. But here, inside the October City, the pressure of the cooker is a great and steaming beast as real as puppies in May and the death of a baby. It hurts and the parent so misses the child that is no longer with her.

However, puppy grows into dog and kittens lose interest in chasing streaks of yellow or green ribbon. Instead, they rest beneath the bright and benevolent sun, warm of bone and slowed with age. They live and they pass by naturally. They come into this world, into this cycle, into pleasure and into pain. And! With time their animation ends…

The mother cries against his shoulder and his shirt is damp because of her endless supply of tears. She is phantom. He fears that on this long walk down this even longer aisle  he may let her fall. This path has been followed too many times. The long walking aisle. There are those memories of other mothers and widows and fathers and of old men, and not so many of them anymore. He has never dropped anyone. Grief and grief and more grief and the gods listen to their cries and watch as tears enough fill basins as grows this insane sorrow.

No failure – because they lean against one another for balance and weakness and sorrow and memory and love.

Now! He walks with her down a carpeted aisle. It is an aisle-covered almost knee-deep in flowers that cannot be correct. They are too sweet a perfume to be real and they grow from metal stands and glass vases. Memory is a rattling frail movie without projector but still inside their minds. He has helped a few survivors through shattered hours of loss, of incredible loss, of baby loss, a sacred loss and a savaged proof that loss is not a sustainable reason for life. Loss is loss and hell is not replaced by heaven. It never disappoints those suffering the curses of death and sacred loss.

He is positive that he has never dropped anyone. Yes! Their precious sorrow and the gentle leaning into one another and following this worn carpet toward the words and tears that ends a little dream and begins another and well-oiled reality, is the now in this moment of life.

And! Beautiful you are…

Coming Soon: PME Radio Network

‘V’ And The Runners

The Runners came last night and left ruin just above the south-side Viaduct . A thin ribbon of concrete stretched between the north and south of Jack Park to continue October City both north and south and east from Lakeside to West Cay. Between their raid and the jet booms above sky, City was still Sity and the confusion of Night-Day was marked by a simple gray dawn the a period of oily rain that fell day-to-day between high-light and gloom.

Amery Tavern was a meeting place for several teens and the few twenty year old girls and boys that still found life without plague-set. Vinny was one of these ” lucky” few and thought to be a last defense captain for Greendale Village. He was tired and streaked with that mixture of blood-splatter and ooze-liquid they all called rain. He carried a sawed-off short barreled shotgun and two old forty-five pistols. Around his waist was a double belt of bullets and bullet pouches and two belted shell looped carriers crisscrossed his chest front-to-back.

“You back ‘V’,” Genna a twenty-year old plague-free girl with dark hair and a combination of army jeans, shirt and a sweat-shirt pull-over directed toward him without looking up from her bottle of liquid.

“Yeah!” Vinny answered.“Where were you?  Several more Runners last night. They settled into rail-stop seven and held-out against us for ‘bout two hours. We fired too many rounds to waste them and…”

“Busy V.” she said. “I will be with you next time- Vin—no problem.” “You doing reloads today Genna?” “Yeah Vin…Yeah I’ll be there.”

Near Genna on the far-side of the bar, another twenty or so people, both rested from the night’s fighting or engaged in small talk without directing anything further toward Vinny or his people.

And! Beautiful you are.

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The Fear of an Exploding America…

Drones carry war into many villages. Talibans’ toy-tin soldiers, a war machine once created to fight Russia and its Communist politics in the early years (the 80’s) is now an army of survivors and the army of death.

Toy soldiers and Communism and proxy wars against damning influences in any country. The US of A will eventually bring war to many countries near you…Creation and then Destruction and construction and destruction.

Once upon a time, Afghanistan was at war with mother Russia. Mother Russia was a Communist country and wham, bam…thank-you…! Without 1980’s politics and its economic model the Taliban would not exist. No war equals better farming and ultimately lower street value for a better drug…WoW! Our next shipment is on its way?

Imagine a young mother. The young mother carries a baby. The baby is covered with a thin blanket. As bombs explode around the mother and the baby, please imagine that they are running across a damage street from one building into another. Imagine, they are joined by (200) other women holding, within thin blankets, two-hundred little ones . Love! And the survival of life.

Life is sacred. Stop the killing and the blood-spilling. Hope young mothers and babies end their running, alive for another day.

Respect and Understanding and Peace and Love…No Religion Required!

A Gnostic Portion…

From the Queen of Heaven Gnostic Church in Los Angeles:

“Humanity is endowed with an essential spark of the Divine Light. Though, as we live in this world, we are a mixture of good and evil, our divine nature serves as a compass to guide us to our true home in the Pleroma (Fullness).”
 
“Evil exists. While our sparks, our souls, are divine, evil exists in the form of archons or limiters that strive to keep us in ignorance of our divine heritage. “

This Writer…The confusion of Formal Religions and their version of ‘yes and no’ and ‘maybe so’ and ‘maybe not’ and always a ‘path(s)’ similar to and…From Pope to Bastard…From Found to Lost…and?

“There is a way out that involves the remembrance and return of the soul to its divine origin. A true desire for freedom upon the part of the individual soul may eventually open the way for him or her. There are intermediary beings and powers that can assist us to the Light. These Messengers of Light serve to guide us and open the way for us.”