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Dominion Theology and the Annunaki...

2012-01-29T10:48:00.000-05:00

Dominion Theology is another method (Evangelical Christians created by Religion) to govern America. And! From off-world comes Genesis 1:28 “Dominion over”—oh No! Not government, the media, schools, businesses, churches and humanity and our “Pretty maids all in a row” dressed in burlap bags or… or?

Dominion theology controls thought and creativity and art and science through blue sky insurance (the repent or die notion), religious power, suppression/discrimination, violence and War! And destruction? Must be Republican Party Politics? Note: A Democratic President has never attacked Religion!

Names against freedom are forever, however, below are just a touch upon and advocating control through religion—R.J. Rushdoony (1960s), Bill Right and the Campus Crusade (1970s)…get them while they are young, Marvin Olasky (one of George w-dot Bush’s-goofs), C. Peter Wagner (1980s), Barbara Bachmann (think…Coburn Law School @ Oral Roberts U.—1980s). And! The Republican Front runner Mitt Romney and wowzer let us pray in Mormon-speak–may we say cult is the word?

Thoughts: Attempts to rule through religion is the coward’s way: Old Catholic = the Dark Ages, oppression of women and war, Muslims = 21st century cowards, oppression of women and war and now Mormon doublespeak and Dominion Theology = dress women in granny dresses and bonnets and keep them barefoot and pregnant? Hey! Let’s marry several at the same time! Smacks of oppression—doncha think? Truth: Oppression = Coward…

Perhaps! By Dec. 21st-22nd of this year, Earth-Women will decide to jump Mother-ship Earth and flee both old and new oppression with those incoming Annunaki. You know...Gods and men of great renown.

However, I am in love with my Cinnamon girl and you see, my baby loves to dance. And! Without her there is no Baby. Go figure…

And! Beautiful you are…

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America Dead...

2011-11-26T07:38:00.000-05:00

To Rule America Please:

Establish a harmonious society free of today’s enormous gap between the rich and the poor. Rid government of corruption and replace this abomination with social justice.

Understand progress! Progress is a combination of success and failure. America’s leaders are cowards. They praise their successes and blame others for their failures. Admit your mistakes and covet your corrections. Follow this method and your attempts to govern may become useful to all of us.

Govern by way of legislative revolution, realism and ‘soft control.’ The proper use of ‘Humane Authority’ dusts away the inhuman results of tyranny. All forms of ‘Inequality’ create enemies of the state and of the country. Inequality equals hate and revolution and ultimately war.

A ‘Hegemonic America’ has cheated both at home and aboard. The result: A government of indifference toward moral (not religious) concerns and violence against non-allies.

Presently:

America’s condition equals a country of scattered revolution (little ‘r’). America’s heart and soul is both attacked and is dying.

If a true Revolution (big ‘R’) does not overnight appear and succeed - America is dead. Then…’Long live Tyranny’?

Beware of future Oil wars and China? “Beware of Wolves at Night—Beware of the Moon’s Light.”

And! Beautiful you are…

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I Come Now for You...

2011-11-06T06:59:00.011-05:00

Touch! I touch your breath with mine

On mid-January night.

Coats and bare hands and lips

Almost hot with kisses and whispers

In this silent and most windless night.

Even now – I come for you!

Brief times ashore with great times away
Across a universe divided by sea
And water and little wind and many
Waves of lights torms and planet touch.
Even now - I come for you!

Away from mid-Jan’s night magic
And soft lips and kisses without
Sounds but our own in this silent
And most windless night.

Even now – I come for you!

And! Beautiful you are...

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Final - Cry - America...

2011-10-27T14:04:00.000-04:00

Is this a crisis caused by Capitalism or is this a crisis of Capitalism? Very large difference-yes, however still a damned crisis. Do we still have faith in the US dollar? It is quivering, but it is still a major cause of the worldwide model of economic faith and monetary survival. The US dollar is the currency of Control...

What happens if it loses the faithful? A world-wide "run" on banks could bring America to a terrifying and an ugly end. Would the end of America's end happen quickly? Yes! Will America's 'Dance Bolshevik' be a Ballet or a Twist of terror?

Our government is already gone except for the lies and the lies, sans the Entertainment of 'News Today,' have ended us without a single bang?

And! A cure for our present and ailing economy is Socialism? Socialism is already attached to our financial means and ways and solutions. Three hundred and twenty million souls must never trust nor tolerate more uncertainties in our current plant-slash-and burn free market paradigm. Have I written the word 'Greed?'

The broad measure of Government and its control of both large and failing business will not fix our economic diseases. The solution is a war against the Greed of Destruction. This economy is neither a Type Reagan, nor another novel cure by Lee Iacocca/Chrysler.

We are a no-pain-no-gain social beast and we believe that a salvation of today’s Capitalism is possible. No! We are the children of the Greed of our own destruction. Pour trillions of dollars on the warming fire. Today’s misery will mean a cold and most harsh future for our children. A ghost of a future Christmas Future and…And! Past Greed?

Lionel Butler (Editor of the Financial Times) offers a quote from both Gary Becker and Kevin Murphy’s argument that “politicians should avoid a ‘cure’ which ends up killing the ailing patient.” However, their patient has already flat lined. So! Dead and onto or into another robust or not new patient. Welcome Socialism and hi-ho and tral-la and yippee -yi and off to work we go…

Finally! Nationalized medicine and Federal jobs and the creation of new jobs for millions of our Unemployed American Workers. Think National Socialism...Think Revolution and be free to work again...America’s Workers Union…

How about our War-Machine-Industry? Destroy and build it again and again…ad infinitum? Presently, there are over (60) million young Chinese gentlemen without over (60) million young Chinese gentlewomen.The world has gone to war over many reasons and crimes and times and wealth and…and sixty million missing gentlewomen--Ouch! Yikes...to population control!

Should we circle our wagons or reach across our already too opened boarders? Should we increase our influences from Canada’s most Northern reaches to just South of Brazil’s tip? (Languages: French to English to Spanish to Portuguese and --- Oh Joy). Let us protect and defend and trade and trade and trade.

Financial ruin, across the Atlantic, may destroy Europe and the EU and the final countdown of Old-World Capitalism and Colonialism. Anyway, Responsible Capitalism is dead. This response never was and never will become a force for decency or wages to earn a decent living—doncha know!

I dreamed I saw America's Workers Union---just last night.

Not since this world’s beginning, has it had to Deal with so much Nothing, for so Many…WOW? Think National Socialism…Imagine! America’s Workers Union!

And! Beautiful you are…

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A Wolf Cry...

2011-10-24T09:52:00.000-04:00

She dances with a wolf. She is a wide-hipped witch with long dark hair falling across her good eye. She is the stealthy one! A dogged dancer, perched on pointed toe, one butterfly swish from toppling from her marble pedestal. She dances with a wolf and those slender leather boys of South Second Street.

Hardened folks, those able to shout blues and verses while spitting life into the center of god’s one eye. A pain? No, just something enjoyed. A four-minute orgasm with a two-week recovery period. A definite subspecies survival record.

Anyway, this species is an intense animal. Even it’s most genetically unfortunate, can intently concentrate on sex. Complete attention to every copulative detail at the most supreme level of awareness.

Something new…uncomfortably proud. This one now stands where the others have been. It is, however, her moment of reward and loss, but also a creation of accomplishment. Noticed and accepted in ways too small or too large to understand or quantify.

Uncomfortable in that cycle of applause and proud in the shadows of silence when she has time to examine her prize with the senses tuned for the examination of both good and wicked… They are as normal as any mutants found in these injured places.

For a moment she remembers that once warmth was without fire.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Blood - Vision and War...

2011-10-19T10:08:00.000-04:00

Just behind us are the peaks of another mountain range. The mountains have names but no one can remember. However, there is nothing higher found in this earth or beneath the sea or above the sky. From one point of reference the moon’s darkest side is still reflected earthward toward us except that direction is usually required by the viewer and not the viewed. And! We are forever lost?

We too, reflect those images and bounce those images across the visions of our what-ever. Not viewing, they are both slight and meaningless. But meaningless to a manipulative side of a slightly imbalance if not imperfect brain. It is a perfect set of cross reticulated master plates, reversed images and right-reading positives.

Anyway, pure vision would be totally objective if it was - notice twin eyes and the singularity of vision - not beamed from receptor to receptor. This is truth? Put first generation type directly to plate and dodge reflected images completely. Are these impressions invalid or are they contaminated? Does contamination always cause validity? Or does the turning of equal moons in an evening sky wash away the trash of validity?

And! Why do twin eyes see a singularity and then…Ba-Boom discover opposing conclusions? Here twin suns? There twin moons? And everywhere a quack…quack?

Now Shift...

The rage of Earth-Side is at hand? Is it just a 2012 skip away or is it later or has it already occurred and is “It” about to happen again? How many times would Greater Beings destroy our earth and us before just cashing in? “Well enough of this crazy experiment,” wrong and wrong and wrong equals enough.

The book or the story of our Revelations are a horror times terror times a forever march and the market of death and more blood and gore and death. How much blood does it take to win? Our own armies have proven that winning any war is a loss.

Oh yes! How about the death of our souls? Why not just take it all. Not Bang-Bang. A big flash and…oops there we go.

Secretly, are you really a member that Chosen few “straight to heaven” special group? Not many seats on that spaceship out-of-town. How does a person/soul become a winner? What religion? What color? What country? How about the People of Peace or Warriors of God, or rich folk or poor folk or…Jews or Gentiles? Wowser?

And! Beautiful you are...

America's Workers Party...

2011-10-05T13:43:00.001-04:00

The Workers Party of America is a revolutionary political party of the working class. We do not believe that the social or political maladjustments can be remedied by mere reforms in the manner of exploiting Labor, but only by the complete abolition of the system of Labor exploitation.

We believe that this can only be done with revolutionary struggle, through the establishment of the Workers’ Republic. More especially must this be true at a time when fifty plus millions of us have been thrust into the desperate position of being deprived of the right to labor, by which alone we can live, and when the call declared its purpose to be the solution of this terrible problem, among others.

Human liberties that the courts have construed out of existence are not the rights of the men of business, holders of capital. Presently...Bankers, Stock Traders and Speculators have suffered no appreciable loss of liberties. The kind of rights that the courts have sacrificed has been without exception the rights of the property-less Masses — those who live by labor. There has been a deadly progression by which the elementary and life-enabling rights of the Working Masses have disappeared.

Out of the nightmare of crime in which the capitalist rulers of the world have killed and mutilated 500 + million men in seeking gain to their narrow class, there has emerged but one constructive act, the only one bearing a promise for the future of the race, and that was an act of Labor. Elsewhere, it has been Labor and Labor alone that has stood guard and fought for the few remaining Human-Rights. Wherever our Labor Front has been broken, disaster to the human race has resulted.

Cooperation with wealthy landlords and the mortgage holding capitalists, grain traders, and the multitude of petty parasites that serve them in politics, will not free the poor farmer.

Will you demand that public works begin at union wages, under the management of the unions, at the expense of the national treasury, with the day of labor shortened to make room for all unemployed? Or do you tremble at such a “destructive” manner of helping hungry workers?

Nothing is clearer than those practices would be destructive to the interests of the Wealthy Classes. None is readier than we to admit the interests of the comfortable classes are irreconcilable with the interests of the Working class.

Defend the unemployed from hunger and defend the workers’ organizations from destruction and defend the toilers from being abased into more miserable slavery — do it at the EXPENSE of the Wealthy Class.

'IF SOCIAL DEMOCRACY SHOULD BE OPPOSED BY A MORE TRUTHFUL TEACHING, THEN EVEN, THOUGH THE STRUGGLE BE OF THE BITTEREST KIND, THIS TRUTHFUL TEACHING WILL FINALLY PREVAIL PROVIDED IT BE ENFORCED WITH EQUAL RUTHLESSNESS.'

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And! Beautiful you are...

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The Jade Day of Two…

2011-09-28T18:33:00.004-04:00

We arrived on this mountain of hope without the old valley springs of emerald and jade and the evening rain once causing the spring earth to grow high with crops and grass and hay and the weight of many plants and weeds. Red dirt and rain and night and daylight and nothing failed for as far as these eyes could see.

Upon waking, we saw a place of high plains and mountains. Treeless above and barren below and dark Redlands before sunrise and still red and dry after earth’s tilt toward ground without greens and without liquid. From the window of space, vision came until descent accomplished, ground-fall. We were home and maybe more or maybe less.

To greet us, great caravans of others arrived, hungry for wealth and fame and the spoils of a victorious war. We brought them nothing and we gave them less. Second day was without relief from war or the curse and the Greed of Destruction…

And! Beautiful you are…

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Genna Moons and Vinnie...

2011-09-20T10:47:00.002-04:00

We are not so many folks as before. Before sickness, the plague, the cleansing, the little deaths and deaths for many, we were well and we lived long for long times. Presently, we are gone and forgotten and lost and remembered.

We made them. We gave them the life that they are and from those children others more and children never sick, just alive. Others also arrived and from the sky, not surprises but expected and wanted and unwanted and forsaken. They are here and born and killed by those before until we are the few that were left behind.

We the steel both rusted and without rust, older than me and younger than the rain that now oils the grounds. In a northern part of a northern land where snow had fallen before the rain and heat and the oil came or just after the beginning or the new-est end. No matter! No thought. No rest and not tired, however, just a few of us folks between sea, sand, lake, Sity, salt and leaven bread without white but not with color that matters.

Gray is the color of brain, even for the warders of places no one remembers. They say that hearts are shaped like hearts and red and beating boiling blood across a veined highway from here to there and back again.

Body is good for plague. Even the small ones alive or not real get sick and cease. We see the sky sounds that streak the cloudy stained sky and explode beyond view but bright enough to light behind the cloudy sky and ka-Boom a sound or two or three.

Note: He smiled by pulling his lips tightly across his teeth. They did not show and his lips stretched thin and pale. From his back he produced a large hand gun and another sawed-off shotgun. She also noticed that he had large handled knives tucked inside his twin black high leather boots.

“You got ammo for those?” Genna asked.

“What do you think?” Vincent replied.

And! Beautiful you are…

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The White Knights of October

2011-08-17T13:21:00.000-04:00

I was born of the sea. I lived underneath the stars. And! Nature is our very own wreak of trains and the horror of deaths over a million days. Let us then sail away to the other side? So cast your spell on me. I am not afraid. I am not afraid of blood feast and everlasting life. A death in the family or is this one at all dead and never buried into the dirt of eternity?

We heard no cry for help because she killed herself. She took the fault to her grave. Even now, I hear her wolf-howl again and this time I am ready for the run. We are going to travel until the end of that night and we will dance forever. Without you I am unable to taste blood.

Those golden stones and iced rocks just over the edge of this sea. And! In the frozen great north there came a most powerful life of Aryan blood and Viking strength. Rejoice in the blood of white men and the legends of yesterday and the tales of tomorrow. Spell-caster come again and let me live eternally.

A higher ground and another reach and he climbs robot-sky to escape machine and to run with the wolf. Blood-borne machine is soured by the skins of metal and the gnashing teeth of beasts both dead and alive. Robot dead and robot alive? Tall as evening’s moons and as near as the other suns. Saved to feed for another day? And this is Love!

This morning light did not show along with the twin Suns of Fainter and the living orbs of Grand Daidden, Morsefase and Chalethton. Without Sun, cold winds started by 12:00 high-light and in a half-week and the coming colors leaves of autumn-certain were changing from brief gold to browns and a cold-wind-blow stripped tree limbs of color.

Leaves tumbled quickly to ground when they could touch earth and traveled against rails, barriers, buildings, structures lighted, glowing, living or abandoned… We never saw Sun again.

Not in Lifetimes recorded, evermore. No cycle changes to bring our light back to us. No tan to cover our multicolored bodies. No warmth to pull ache and the pains of aging from us, no glow in the skies west of Central City. No night sky reading as stars lighted the night faintly. No more Fainter to see, nor Daidden, Morsefase or Chalethton to watch across a pleasant sky. Just darkness and light less days. Cityscapes dying or dead. A giant unheated world of buildings, merchant rows, communication centers, the external cyber realms, nets and subsets, routes and sub routes and the warmth of suns above the labyrinths of Sainch-Canne.

We went underground and took our light with us…

And! Beautiful you are...

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Silver Trees and Joker Gods....

2011-07-04T09:08:00.001-04:00

Imagine this setting: A forest of silvery trees with twisted branches above bare ground of neon streaks of color and lumps of silver and black pearl stones. The sky consists of patches and neon light against a sapphire twinkle in the starless night. Back-on-ground and beyond the forest are twin icy ponds as seen in a poet’s dream.

With the Immaculate Conception, did Jesus have any of his mother’s features? Is it possible, that much we understand from the old testament and a dance into the age of Peace, Love and Understanding, still harsh and deadly, is the actually study between an Earth created or big “ka-boomed” and then altered ad infinitum.
Bang – Bang – Bang and another Savior comes to earth from another place, world, galaxy…or something from a creator or the winner of another war in the heavens or from an active imagination/writer. One of many wars already completed and many new wars not yet created both above and below this Earth.

We have written histories about God(s). Wars wage in the Heavens and man’s own wars against good and evil and always against mankind – you pick the place. A happy discovery, while still in this present condition, is a truth of the history of religions, of powers, of mankind’s story and maybe…from where we actually started and why we were ultimately dumped here on earth.

Important no! Unless this history can be applied to mankind’s own deliverance from war and suffering and horror and the forever of being wasted…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1dJDzB2OFU “Higher” by Edenbridge

Revolution Everywhere...

2011-06-22T13:28:00.005-04:00

America! What about a revolutionary country instead of a reactionary nation? Is the United States of America lost in reaction(s)? Are modern wars reactions? If set along and into these losing creations and shifting reactions then America is already dead? However, we could or would have done better?

As a revolutionary and not colonialism's cruel joke, we could have established National Socialism as the guiding philosophy of a New Age. The idea of labor being treated fairly and well, of the middle class being nurtured and not preyed upon by corporate masters (Once upon a time Unions were strong) and of a country that has no racial or class or language or religious divisions -- without democratic party infighting but a true place able to realize and maintain a long-term plan.

We have launched many industrial miracles. We have used that same brilliance and unity to reach the moon and to become a leader in computer technology. Oops!

However, we have been willing to betray our workers by importing low-wage laborers. We have allowed usury and fractional reserve banking. We have developed a caste of managers unable to understand or justify true productivity.

Is National Socialism, able to prove itself as the most secure, prosperous, and culturally 'vibrant' government on earth? A definite 'Yes'?

Precious blood lost and to what gain...Yes? Freedom-Sweet Freedom tis worth every single drop!

Blue Sky God and Death…

2011-06-19T10:33:00.002-04:00

Part One: Rejoice in this freedom from God the Death Maker and God the Destroyer…Something to see today and not by the use-to-be-seen by only prophets and who-would-believe ministers of blue sky and those spinners of grief and invisible fear.

Damn! Tis time to saddle-up and ride into battle and to die. Anyway, living is just a slow way to die. Let us all die in this final and complete battle.

Today nothing heard in this news filled nothing to report except so much of so much of the same and never more than the voice of ago and ago beyond the drop of sound wasted and never noticed by anyone. Without doubt, let us ride to the dragon.

Finally! God has stopped by to destroy us and we will not easily go down…And! Our voices often carry in song and with courage on this fine day to die. We are the guardians of Earth. We are ready to battle and to win!

Today, we will sleep the silence of quiet without that pin dropped into a never mattered sphere of soundless noise. Is chasing a dragon more similar to a dragon dance with the last Princess of the End found and then lost?

Oh! to be once again consumed with everlasting greed without the limits of history’s future before history is realized. Scars of deep sound and again these shallow scars will shriek in pain and without the agony of dragon fire across the blue cold of this field just before the battle. Our horses stamp and snort in this rich air sharp with cold and ready for dying to be done all over again.

Friend! May you bear witness to the death of this fine battle in places removed from reality and blinded by bright red blood against this morning clean and cold.

Bright sword will sparkle from the sun and the cold and the blood because what goes around comes around and battle never changes the charges of strength and death.

Come on damned angels of death and test these warriors deep in wood and belief in victory scattered across worlds never seen and never known. Do not longer wait damned spacer. We will meet each of your substitutes head-on and with fine swords and the endless firing of a necessary death all along these towers and beyond this sea.

You have selected these places where we will die. We will dance with the dragon and we will happily die. War against a now visible foe is a good war and any death against this tyrant is a good death.

Carefully pick this world to change with simple death and with slight chance to win. Take your babies into our heavens. From beyond our stars you jumped into our worlds to rule with blue sky and the threat of eternal damnation. Our fearful ones are many. Why so few favored ones? We do love death for we are very good at the living and dying in three-quarter-time.

Multitudes are left behind to fight and to experience that sudden death without debt and finally without fear. And! Our death shall be noble death. We will die by any means necessary. Sweet and righteous-why? Yes!

Destruction of Unity...

2011-06-15T19:12:00.000-04:00

Machines must not replace working men. The outsourcing of jobs must not replace jobs for the workers of an entire country. If so, Capitalism is the responsible master of an irresponsible loss or gain of financial power.

However, machines cannot destroy concepts. Machines often starve children and add to the tiny graves of fallen infants, both hungry and hopeless in the productive cycle of any nation. Machines are being spewed from the technical womb so quickly that they may also starve. Presently, no one can afford this endless inventory.

Mankind is also inclined to replicate and die at a rate slower than they birth. Never an empty womb. Never an empty warehouse. And Mother Tax Collector come-on and up the ante. We pay and will play and will multiply while churches advise to be “fruitful” and…

So, please come to the bridge and hide inside caves created by time, steel, bricks and air. Tease the morning with swaying body stayed only by indecision and a relaxing fear of height and rushing water.

Jump or don’t jump for there are many replacements…Become airborne and never strike the ground? And! Baby, we were born to wasted.

A Star Guide

2011-05-19T12:24:00.002-04:00

I am worn and tired and pained of this gravity rich bone hollow earthed wreak of a planet. Welcome infants, fortunate to live into adult beings of war and of shells and of walls built around selves for survival and…

Even love kills for many reasons and the hits and misses are unwelcome and those hurting wounds bleed from every opening in the survival shells.

Layers diminish and the going on inside the wounds cry for a sweet peace. Peace, however is a never last and leaves the day and by life’s end flits ghost-shaped quickly across dream-side.

Just before the worn die, worn smiles and animal body screams in silence for more time and more and more and…

This concert ends days after air breeder's body stops and with Star Guide ready, soul breeder leaves this wreaked place along with many names and the Nemo, travel across sky toward anywhere. Long sky visits or short-lived freedoms are then trapped by anything and bang - bang - bang soul drops and body stirs in good places.

When born, star traveler sleeps in safe arms. And! Infant loved is again robbed of star knowledge and the memories of once past life and the future memory of sleep and again death. Again, the stupidity of primal-side.

Once and for all, the circle is again safely closed and the web building starts the markers of builders old and builders new. The Star Guide is folded into its original shape until it is again required and opened to be read and followed across the sky bridge. Bang-Bang-Bang and let the games begin.

And! Beautiful You Are...

If Care was a Raindrop…

2011-05-13T17:54:00.001-04:00

If used again: Short trance-time. Note: ‘S’ Quest

This morning, I saw an accidental visitor settle into a chair. The battle of ignorance was well on its way. Money – Mine – you help and is a truth carrier to one of this sick family a miracle or an (accident)? Sick presently. Earth Ends—then Who cares?

He was dressed as I was dressed. A causal pair of jeans and a white pull-on shirt tucked in. I do the same tuck. But, then who cares?

We listened to that eternal verbal war between and among greedy ghosts of present and future days. He listened for a few minutes and with my eyes closed, left as quickly as he appeared. Here then Gone! A stranger in this camp would have been shot and killed. But if an angel of Peace and Love…Then as (Grace Barnett Wing) - Grace Slick once wrote: “I believe in Magic and I believe in Dreams.” Well, darling that makes two of us and Kiitos for that beautiful song.

Yes! Virginia, there must be a way from life…For war is the Number one Sin against all Life. So a suicide ranks where in the list of sins? Forever War! Will never End! “The Answer my Friend is Blowing in the Wind.” Spit will strike you just like a rain drop.

And! We are born to be wasted…

Anyway! Who cares?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llLZNUu3dKo… “Dreams” by – Grace Slick

Sally and Ago...

2011-05-09T18:32:00.003-04:00

“Voices sound.

Your scent and
your touch and
still not you.

Not for moments and love.
Not for days and
alone and
Yes!

Sorrow does have
a human heart.
And! Without time
it does not depart.

So! Witch
I will now follow
you as things
and tears…No Just!

Whispers and words brush
my cheek and your soft
lips and your love.

Whispered words.
And! Oh God now
remembered and
Silence.

So! Sally of
somewhere,
do you ever dream
of me?

Stone bruises
recieved at the end
of that country dirt road
you loved.

Sally! In the
darkness of
this sleeping night -
I miss you”…from “Sally Walls” by Philip M. Edwards

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpDjO3NQxdY
“The Last Dance” by Clare Maguire (A special thank you to Vanessa Monaghan of nessymon.com for introducing this wonderful singer to me thru Vanessa’s link). Note: Sally would have loved this song!

Thank you and Kiitos...

2011-05-05T17:54:00.000-04:00

News from pmespeak.com

We have again started our blog-stat add-on. This writer is not impressed with the importance of numbers and reasons and "what- nots"!

However, we are about to reach or score or...the 300,000 hit mark. This is a good number for a blog with enough turnings and changes and strange notions and "whatevers".

So! Thanks for the hits and the stops and the repeat visits. Thanks to our readers and our hitters and other wonderful group(s). Thanks again to Wordpress and for this great program I use to write our blog.

1. After years of music and two years of professional performances, I have discovered that great music from Finland...Tarja Turunen, Poets of the Fall, Nightwish, Sonata Artica, and Others has advanced Opera and Rock. I plan to spend winter next in Finland, if they let this American into their wonderful country. To once again see the midnight sun, winter's dancing lights, to visit a few bars and restaurants and to hear more music is my hope during the fall of 2011 and the winter of 2012.

“Master
Apprentice
Heartborne
Seventh Seeker
Warrior
Disciple
In me
The wishmaster” from the “Wishmaster”…Nightwish

2. To answer this question asked by many and many - Pmespeak is from my initials. Several wonderful women that I have been blessed to know, individually decided that my three names combined became a PME...In memory and in reality, their great strength, their great joy and their great sharing with this lucky man are light years above and beyond this blog's name. Oh yes! The'M' - my middle name is Melvin and my Father's first name. I am proud to share this great man's first name in mine.

With Love To Everyone - Thank you and Kiitos!

Yesterday Aliens-Today?

2011-04-29T07:19:00.002-04:00

Over the last 60 years we have sent spacecraft to visit and to inspect every planet except Pluto and all the major moons in the solar system. We have not found a sign of life. At the other end of the evolutionary scale, astronomers have examined thousands of stars for radio signals from extraterrestrials. Presently, silence is loud.

Earth bound astronomers have scientific tools to view a few thousand stars and one solar system. This equals only a tiny trace of the potential riches of the galaxy, which holds some 200 billion stars. Depending on how plentiful Earthlike planets are and how likely the evolution of life and intelligence is, astronomers have argued that there could be millions of civilizations in the galaxy, or only one.

So, if alien civilizations are plentiful and interstellar space travel is even vaguely attractive to them, where are they? Let us use this as a quick analysis: Aliens could spread throughout the Milky Way in far less than the 10 billion years that the galaxy has been around, even if they travel at far less than the speed of light, Einstein’s cosmic speed limit.

Suppose, for example, that the first alien starship that sets out for another star takes a million years to arrive there and become established. Then the new colony and the original civilization each sends a spaceship on a similar voyage, and so forth, so that a wave of new colonies is formed, doubling the total number every million years.

After 10 million years, there will be 1,023 alien settlements, plus the original. After 20 million years, there will be a million. After 40 million years, if they keep it up, there would be a trillion. Are these alien settlements more than there are stars in the galaxy? Oops! Another question?

By then, after 10 billion years, if there were more than one space faring civilization in the galaxy, they would be tripping over one another or one another’s artifacts. Presently, however, there seems to be nothing.

If the logic of argument is correect, it will spell doom and frustration for astronomers’ efforts to detect radio transmissions from distant societies, the project known as SETI, or the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence, because the presumed fact that they are not here means they are not there.

SETI enthusiasts concede that the paradox is not easy to get around. Perhaps interstellar travel is just too daunting and expensive, some say. But as we have seen, in movies, the aliens do not have to send themselves; they can send self-reproducing robots.

Moreover, California, and the islands of the Pacific before it, were settled by people who were willing to pack up their families, turn their backs on the known world and never look back. The scattering of humans over the whole earth from our origins in Africa is testimony to the ability of our own race at least, to keep on moving for a long time.

So! Are we alone or can we answer this question by using the imaginative and humble-sounding “zoo hypothesis.” This concludes that aliens are in fact here, or at least watching us, but are pledged to not interfere, like Star Trek’s (Prime Directive—Oh No!). If this is true, our alien neighbors “hands-off” approach means we are being treated more ethically than we have traditionally treated animals and indigenous cultures here on Earth.

In this group of “Nice Aliens” is there not one group that decides to take what they wish and slaughter mankind quickly and efficiently? The Grab and Run theory?
If peaceful, however, they could be here. We may not be able to recognize them, any more than ants would recognize the Mona Lisa or the Internet as artifacts of Superior Beings.

The discovery of even a lowly fungus in the shade of some foreign sun would rank as a landmark in the history not only of science, but also of humanity.

NASA, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration has caused the search for signs of extraterrestrial life, to be its centerpiece mission. Astrobiologists argue that this special mission is hostage to our most notions of life and intelligence. We are experts at looking for life that looks just like ourselves.

Still, could robot proxies be more expensive than electromagnetic waves and that we simply have not yet tapped into the Galactic Library or the Cosmic Internet. Imagine what we would discover if we had a Galatic Google? WoW!

“Absence of evidence,” as SETI astronomers like to say, “is not evidence of absence.” The search has barely begun, and the scientific thing to do,is to keep searching, expecting answers, and trusting that we know the correct questions.

If alone within heaven, life on earth is a perfect example of God(s) humor. We are the cosmic joke...

Dead Warriors - Just in Time

2011-04-22T14:15:00.001-04:00

Are we the tossed away ones, untouchable by hissed and missed sounds and by fates oft missed knock?

Be we man-husks? Are we the product of being puked up and out of a mother’s womb both a sin and a blessing? Are we the match of a mother’s cry of pain? Yet, we are still loved?

Sex without lust often creates a zygote equaling zero on a slanted/skewed number scale on both the (x) and the (y) axis. Zygote baby with thin points of less than zero and without a trace of a positive reason to live. Bless that Zygote before it bakes to human baby…

A modern sickness clings suction tight to the man-husk as strong as freezing snot clings to a frozen metal flagpole.

Travelers now somewhere tossed in time and alive somewhere near the center of dreams both dead and still alive. Air-breeders called by one god or the multitude of spacers that all at once claimed this place for their own sport and fun. We breed well and we number the many, soon to be destroyed or not slaughtered, because those once great warriors of old have since moved on to fight upon another world or died.

Air people still breath and dream and hope and live and die and remain in a strange yet familiar home. Air people have fought to be free, however, they still are but a notch in this eternal serfdom. And! Men should never die of age. These air-breeders must fight their way from existence into a proud and noble death; in battle and at war with…you pick an enemy.

Sail once again on dangerous seas where landfall is always just beyond that line where water meets the sky. To die at sea, is too a good death.

Anyway! We are Born-to-be-Wasted.

“Master
Apprentice
Heartborne
Seventh Seeker
Warrior
Disciple
In me
The wishmaster” from the “Wishmaster”…Nightwish

Ickus and Cash Cattle...

2011-04-14T13:41:00.000-04:00

We are not a country in the Middle East. We are neither Arabs nor Persians. We are the United States of America. We are a North American country. We have enough oil resource in this country to last for many-many years. We have soft coal and the technology to make oil from this coal. So! The Middle East and their religion be damned.

Idea? Allow these countries their destruction. Remove all of our military from the Middle East including Saudi Arabia, etc.. Leave these places NOW!

Strengthen the boarders around Mexico and Canada. We have a powerful military. Use this organization in North America. Jobs? Infrastructure is in decay…rebuild. Return outsourced employment to this country.

Circle-Our-Wagons! Without America’s military NATO is a bad joke. As Hans Binnendijk, VP of Research at the University of National Defense said,”NATO let’s see what you can do?” Goodbye Libya!

This quotation credited to Mrs. Sarah Palin was, “Drill baby drill.” WOW, I only remember this one and she was correct in encouraging our profit engorged Oil Barons to seek and find.

Oil fields, Infrastructure and Boarders = Jobs and Jobs and Jobs.

Dream - Touch and Curves

2011-04-04T17:42:00.000-04:00

He dreamed of you. He dreamed of you last night or this morning. You were there, hiding in a room just off the main restaurant-bar place. No real place, except in memory, in imagination and in places of sound or silence. For that most brief of 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 most and precious moments of time touch and heartbeats, he was never a lonely soul in a dying world. You were his life for just those quiet heartbeats.

Her face and form dance 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 for a short while and then you parted from his dream…of explanations of nothing but life and why and gain and lost and oh…he thought that you had died and visited on your way home just to let him know that　they were still…

Sleeping on a sailing ship, he saw her gown as the morning sun poured (if the morning sun can pour through anything) into a window and filled the doorway-sunside 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 become more naked or more clothed than she became on that morning.

Friends and caskets and funerals without flowers. The lines of mourners are shorter. 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 physical impossiblity? 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 miss the child that is no longer with her.

However, puppy grows into dog and kittens no longer are interested in chasing streaks of yellow ribbons. 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.

The mother cries against his shoulder and his shirt is damp because of her endless supply of grieving tears. She is phantom. He fears that on this long walk down this even longer aisle, he may let her fall. He has done this before. The long walking aisle. Of this he is positive. There are memories of other mothers and widows and fathers and of old men, well not so many of them anymore, but just a few. He has never drop any of these of insane sorrow and frightening tears. Grief and grief and more grief and Gods hears their tears and understands their insane sorrow.

No falling because they lean against one another for balance or weakness, or sorrow, or memory, and for 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 that are plastic and cheap and fragile. Memory is a rattling frail movie without projector but still inside their minds. He has helped a few survivors through a shattered hour of loss, of incredible loss, a baby loss, a sacred loss and savaged proof that loss has always been what it is suppose to be. It never disappoints those suffering the curses of death and sacred loss.

He is positive that he has never dropped anyone. Yes! Their precious sorrows and gently leaning into one another and following his lead down the worn carpet and toward the words and tears that ends a dream and begins another and well-oiled reality.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR4QvZUgpMc - Nightwish with Tarja Turunen

Wide Awake and Still - Sally...

2011-03-28T17:43:00.005-04:00

When the Witches created the earth it was understood that they would be allowed to save their creation.
So! Where are those witches at this place in time.

And! Watch the dance of haunted lovers. Every moment they dance with unreal - realities. They dream the child's discovery of life without muddy foundation and those many layers hidden behind shells and walls of age.

Is this alternative similar to grieving for a fallen lover with sugar tears and fire sweetness and the memory of Sally's sweet-self?

Voices sound.
That scent.
That touch and
Still not her.

Not for moments love.

Not for days
alone and
Yes!

Sorrow does have
a human heart.

And! Without time

it does not depart.

So! Witch I will

follow you for

now.

Stone bruises
recieved at the end
of that country dirt road
you loved.

Sally! In the darkness of
this sleeping nightfall -
I miss you...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2-HOaIO7Wg video is by Poets of the Fall

Ten Thousand Wars and Ghost-Clouds...

2011-03-24T07:46:00.007-04:00

Ghost clouds blocked moonlight as they all raced clouds across
the early morning sky tucked somewhere between dawn and night. And! What is the color of souls?

Crowman asked this while stretching his trembling hands toward
the ghosts and making a declaration that his structure was without
soul.

In these dreams, I will see the wars
I have battled and the deaths I have known....
There be gods in this place.

"Among the stars
there is a place to where
my heart always returns." -by Unsun

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaWPduHl_j8 - by Nightwish w/Tarja Turunen

What if the World Was...

2011-03-21T13:08:00.003-04:00

Another War in our World. Is this a three-way and each one against a Muslim Nation? World War III - Oh No? I was born thru violence and covered in blood. In my lifetime I have known: Peace, War and Death. Born in blood and maybe die in...

"While humanitarian considerations are often invoked in defense of intervention, humanitarianism is far from the only issue on the table. Other reasons that have been adduced in favor of intervention in Libya include vindicating international norms, re-establishing the leadership of the US in the region, preventing spill-over of the refugee crisis into Europe, and the stabilisation of world oil markets. The Libyan people are struggling to change their regime on their own terms and there is no reason to presume an overlap between these various logics of intervention and their interests.

The incongruence between the interests of external interveners and those on the ground in Libya is already apparent. Beyond their eleventh hour timing, serious mobilisations for intervention on the part of Western powers were issued only after most Western nationals had been safely evacuated from Libya.

The fact that outside powers were unwilling to act while their nationals were on Libyan soil demonstrates their understanding that treating the regime with coercion may lead to civilian deaths either directly as a result of an intervention or indirectly through reprisals against civilians identified as opponents.

Furthermore, the evacuation channels made available to Western nationals – airlifts across the Mediterranean – were not and are not being offered to Libyan civilians nor African migrant workers trapped in Libya. If the humanitarian welfare of civilians in Libya were paramount, they, too, would have been offered this secure escape route. Instead, once Western nationals were safely out of harm’s way, coercive measures were adopted without any effort to protect or evacuate the civilians that were left behind in Tripoli and beyond." - Al Jezeera

Born in Blood and die dressed in white satin?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9Iic1MxE5Q by: Unsun - “Home”