Dancing Along Space Edge…

“Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.”Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The loves of men and the loves of women and freedoms’ sweetest notions must not be influenced or weakened by the principals of greed and the powers of dithered legislation, an impotent executive office or a purchased judicial robe. Pondering if America’s ‘founding-fathers’ did spin tales with double tongues and savage intentions since a mile-wide emptiness is emergent. Governance does not notice us or heed our cries and, they still await our deaths for causes and foundations and reasons and rhythms, we ultimately do not recognize. Sweet certainties are principles that all life is equal life that all women and men rich or poor are above borders of wherever boarders for nonreasons and never judged by color, big guns, nuclear death and the perpetual diatribe of segregation, inaccessibility and panic.

“Any man or woman who is willing to think. All those who know that man’s life must be guided by reason, those who value their own life and are not willing to surrender it to the cult of despair in the modern jungle of cynical impotence, just as they are not willing to surrender the world to the Dark Ages and the rule of the brutes.” Ayn Rand

First Amendment

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”

  • On June 1, 2020 in Lafayette Park – Washington, DC…Wondering if tear gas and Stinger Ball grenades used to interrupt and hurt people peacefully assembled “to petition our government for a redress of grievances” was a significant contravention of our 1st Amendment? Of course! And to use this ‘illicit force’ for a ‘Donnie T’ photo-op? WTF?

 

To perceive and conceive and absorb and substantiate every notion and motion now or just beginning to develop something real or unreal is suitable. With no restraint to communicate every notion and motion either known or just discovered is sacrosanct. ‘Freedom of Speech’ and ‘Freedom of the Press’ is the motion of all notions correct or incorrect. Words are not eternally genuine or insincere. Context is often cover for lies or truths. Readers often determine validity or invalidity. Often this determination is not objective. Whimsey may not be independent. Reactions often supplant logic. Clarification often ignores emotions. Normally words spoken are received as the listener wishes to perceive those words and understand what is said or meant or desired or needed as both, truth and invention. Often the silence between all words interconnects everything.

We are not ideas to kill or fancies to perish. We reveal various packages of fabric and color and need and we all bleed red-same as liquid and air mix and body same moves across these places or other spaces in motions to exist together without prejudice or of religions ‘to-take-to-hate’ or to replace, irreplaceable life. We shift into objects of alternative daylights with the accepted expectations of extraordinary flashes of original thought and lights of magnificently creative creations through the perceptions of flashing preconceived originality and congestion repeaters across a wondrous land of sugar and cinnamon-spiced tea or coffee or me or you or us or…In becoming an impression immortally important and becoming another legacy repeated or recalled and retweeted we ‘amen’ to both, the previously consummated and the just about to transpire! “Ashes to ashes and dust-to-dust.” New ways to win, we-must-be-us.

 “Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.” Albert Einstein

Our Mothership:

  • Spins at the Equator = (1000mph)
  • Around the Sun = (67,000mph)
  • Around our Galaxy = (490,00mph)
  • Toward the Great Attractor = (621.371/mps)

On Earth side’s moon, a great-walled plain called Mare Crisium- ‘the Sea of Crises’ is about three hundred miles in diameter and start-stop by a circle of colossal mountains. Once an ancient sea dried here and it took a thousand million years before the half mile deep water was gone? Dying achieved; right after life, animated upon another spinning World. We are all émigrés of this Universe. Since an explosion of mystery or reasons or rhymes or by sorcery, we step through time and place and dwell with one-another, together forever. We are the ancient, the existent and the ‘days-of-yet-to-come.’ We are the Gods of Virtuosity! We are life; all growing and all walking and all flying, crawling and swimming. We are Life. We are perfect and we are unstoppable.

Furnish us an Earth where women walk in day/night security and no one recognizes a conflict called ‘War’…Where love is love and where force cannot occur. Where there are no shadowy spaces called ‘heaven’ or ‘hell.’ A place where life does belong, and life is good every day. We construct worlds and we sustain humanities and we all Love our Children. For the magic and the mischief-of-life Gods are not required.

And! Beautiful you are…

 

‘Zombie’ — The Cranberries

‘In the End’ — Linkin Park

 

Creates An Encounter…

Love Me Again

“Know I’ve done wrong,
Left your heart torn
Is that what devils do?
Took you so low,
Where only fools go
I shook the angel in you.

Now I’m rising from the ground
Rising up to you
Filled with all the strength I found
There’s nothing I can’t do” …by John Newman and Steve Booker

Hollow is the dismal man. Dark everywhere eyes must see and change where spirits be; a shape of things started, and races done. Blue light fires dance and yellow streaks find sky, and shrieking moons shake where gravity drag is rare and above, clouds often look for skies. This house is quiet and moments ago those leaving sounds stopped. Hollow man is robot shaped, sans spirit simulation and no ghosts’ twirl within his machine. Choices end as decision dies. Energy vibrates when spirits move ‘cross heavens and earths. And! Many spaces inside lines of coded rhythm and words pouring from a bewildered one or two or twins in-step without reasons to be or motives to discover additional avenues within tunnels and venturing courses across assorted lights.

Lucky we be not Holy Hollows. Understand imagination and beyond momenta of strength, the dances of baby birthing and powerful protection and the iron resolve of an iron love. Nothing stronger than devotion; or better than together, sing-song choirs and the fusion of life-forces. We are children of these salty seas and characters unified. We are the daughters and sons of earth and of the starry heavens. To hold and touch; too much, no! And! Forever is never long enough? The sweetest Dance, indeed. Together we be, for without love there is no peace. So! Surf waves crashing shorelines and discover Ghost Gardens near space-place center, where home is one planet east of sunlight’s door and along ridges of deep space in sky’s silent fog. Footprints spread across one trillion jumps of space teeming with twining twinkles and a trillion ground-bound souls.

Gravitational Lensing: “Light around a massive object, such as a black hole, is bent, causing it to acts as a lens for the things that lie behind it. Astronomers routinely use this method to study stars and galaxies behind massive objects.” The size of this ‘whirly-twirly’ may be both, big and small. An immense entity may bend the ‘space-time’ continuum just as a heavy object positioned in the middle of a trampoline, presses downward on this composition. Anything smaller often rolls around the edge of this simple-dimple and spirals inward toward the larger body; dragged inward bound, as the gravity of all planets attract rocks swirling in space.

Life is the antithesis of order. Animation is symmetry without structure, save winds and rains and those foolish storms of chaos and belief. Go figure the here or the now and still; narration is not achieved or fashioned apart from the directors of spins and twists and by the thrill of the lie. Or! Believe in the smile of Leonardo or the Lady’s laugh or the chatter of countless viewpoints or the convictions of our many hearts. It is our nature to run with and from the many or the few. We often see through the curved ceiling of high doorways only when curved light enters tiny windows.

Is societies’ perspective of behavioral aberration a result of deterministic qualities of controllers or the eat-do-not consume behavior dependent upon economic conditions and the fragility of physical conditions? Is sharing; a conscious choice, a group survival dynamic, a desire to belong, or a non-physical reaction? Isn’t social construction a further strength of spirit and the power of individuality? We are the daughters and sons of earth and of the starry heavens. Our antiquity is animated! Our history is simple and true unless suppressed or distorted for unnecessary incomes and the perversion of affluence. We are the eternity of spirits, never beginning and never ending. Such is the sweetness of life.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Caribbean Blue’ — Eithne Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin

‘Under The Bridge’ — Red Hot Chili Peppers

Illusions of Freedom…

palestine_347She stands beside him, cave-side; children pushed behind them and when sounds roar across their place she throws her spear without fear save the saving of her little ones and she falls beside him…Death is swift on this little world of green diamonds and purple sea water. Quick death is free and for those left remaining; baskets of food—coal heat—wraps to body warm and the smiling time are costs of slavery and last as long as short life and hard work. Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie?

Global revolution and the reality of freedom’s notion are real and everlasting and deadly. Before ‘newsy’ motion and scattered screens across a distance of feet-to-inches incessant in headlines to bylines to lying truth and spin, mothers and fathers and sons and daughters have lined cave openings and died to protect the sacred freedom of home and community. Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie?

Again gathered before camera to drama-dance on stages—so a universal audience may witness both success and failure as trumpets of sound and fury nudge folks to march in directions of locked-step confusion contained by the armies of ‘lesser evils.’ And! Damn the army that dares to launch death and destruction against people. When does the army of a nation kill a nation of people? First bullet fired—first blood spilled and Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie…

A revolution of war is our war. We watch yet we also die. When our women fall we die. When our men fall we die. Their hopes for freedom and a better life is our hope for freedom and for life’s sweet moments to stretch into those minutes of sunset light as it kisses the line between water and sky. We gather and stand together because sight is not through eyes but observed as a gathering of eternal spirits and life. We protect body—because life is the forever time and we dance across a spectrum of color and desire to forever remain free… Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie?

Something better comes this way? Sometimes yes or no or in the many may-happens or would-have or could-have occurred on that warm summer breeze or in the cold-cleaned air of winter. Again, we gather and stand ready and our spears may fly and our arrows may both bounce or pierce the flesh of someone else or another brother or sister or mother or father. War ensues and even the winners die. In battle or through accident or by sickness death always sparks another change. Still; it is always better to fall in Love—than to fall in Battle… Donchathink?  Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie…

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Time After Time’_Cyndi Lauper (2011 Human Rights Campaign Dinner)