Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Friday, May 10, 2013

love is not JL GRAY COMPANY


love is not telling
but being and doing
writ large upon/within fleshy consequence
suffering/fear/pleasure/joy/friendship daily renewed
unending

Formerly in times past I'd seek affirmation by divination seeking omens, portents, myths convenient to my aspirations. Not Gospel so much but nascent potential of being so for the time of discovery and then later on maybe. Unaccountably written upon the wind are answers to my temporal state also written on the wind language unspeakable obvious comprehensible just for me to hear for now. 

Long long long time ago I asked the interlocutor if being real to let me know and now it seems I must do the same in my own words and flesh.

Being white, like Spam chewed meat--previously masticated, I once saw a young man richly black and luminous asleep like an angel in bliss; an appearance? no a realization! that neither of us own but are tenant in life. And so as I held my son's sweating head praying that I die instead; I so love her that I imagine her at rest so as the young black warrior blessed at bliss and best. 

What is is best for now, for always just, is not because I say/saw/wrote it. Language and life will end but the spirit goes on and on forever loving lover of everyone.

"We come too late to say anything which has not been said already." - Aphorism 1; Variant translation: "Everything has been said, and we have come too late, now that men have been living and thinking for seven thousand years and more." 

"False greatness is unsociable and remote: conscious of its own frailty, it hides, or at least averts its face, and reveals itself only enough to create an illusion and not be recognized as the meanness that it really is. True greatness is free, kind, familiar and popular; it lets itself be touched and handled, it loses nothing by being seen at close quarters; the better one knows it, the more one admires it." - Aphorism 42 - Jean de La Bruyère 

A line/direction of integration is towards life not away from it. And I, while a fool for love, will always question; being conscious of mindfulness; buoyant or drown in the rivers flow. Dancing across the abyss sans safety net or cable. Faith can be terrifying.

(laughter)

I read then attempted to know: a relationship is best when at the end of a long and sincere conversation . . . in both M and P there is inherent: a dialog consummated. Merely a dipstick checking out personal veracity; is my argument rationalization, wishful thinking, lust or potentially worse, an act of faith? You betcha! fanny, soul and life!

I am furious about being invaded by J. L. Gray (aka www.jlgray.com or JL GRAY) monthly; entertaining myself with thoughts: Provide them with a Caribbean Cruse, to lot of them, willing a squid to eat the entire ship. Or would you believe catering a meeting all hands aboard and having an asteroid cremate them instantly? They are but infantile expressions of bludgeon/truncheon terrified anal compulsives: The Republican Party gone mad kidnapping women for breeding purposes abusing the poor for the wealthy. The specious, fecal minded will be here soon to insert their proboscis judging my weal or woe for their pleasure and I despise them. Wondering--not--why some go POSTAL or RAMPAGE. . . .Thinking of where is Chauncey Gardner, in BEING THERE, with his remote television control to simply turn J. L. Gray off; disappear them. Speaking with the minions reminds me of - Adolf Eichmann "Repentance is for little children." Like blowing bubble in an overflowing toilet. 

Obviously I'm no saint. . . .et al the lot of them: Conservatives. Regardless of brand intentions politicians rarely become, either statesmen or public servants, instead become utterly corrupt by vanity and greed. Dedicated exclusively to their pimps.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-22430608 . . . the best government and supreme court money can buy.

JL GRAY COMPANY: the reincarnation of Nazi Germany internment death camps.

“He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.” - Sun Tzu (544 BC-496 BC)
. . . absent the right of dissent or protest revolution is inevitable. As for myself I will crucify JL Gray in the court of public opinion until my last breathe lest they cease and desist these serial rapes of my attention. Not for myself alone but all Elderly and my neighbors.

Methodology: It is my custom to peruse quotes, thus gaining both an education and inspirational. Seeking not evidence but finding, coincidentally, a dialog between what (interlocutor) and myself? Astonishing! By way of free and random/chance association discovered:

“A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider god-fearing and pious. On the other hand, they do less easily move against him, believing that he has the gods on his side.” - Aristotle

I ask is justice possible in America? . . . with a nominal sense of temerity, since I fully and well know the ability of those in power to further molest descent. If nothing else I can cause the question to become 'in play' what is insanity and/or evil? 

“It is absurd to hold that a man ought to be ashamed of being unable to defend himself with his limbs but not of being unable to defend himself with speech and reason, when the use of reason is more distinctive of a human being than the use of his limbs.” - Aristotle

130510 0217 love is
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naked


what vanity this being naked in body
with had she said yes
Pamela
wondering the wattles wrinkles warts pimples on the backs of my thighs from sitting in underwear too long upon my office stool Annie doesn't say a word but she, oh God! Will she saying yes still love me?
terrified I fear rejection again for any reason
and then and then and then I laugh the little boy a man finally taking a chance again geriatric
it, this, began, flirting, and with her eyes she said I SEE YOU! And then and then again more naked souls merged and it seemed impossible and died again inside saying no don't go there for you violate her and yet naked in service to others wiping fannies both genders the dying and we?
Naked to one another in other improbable ways remaining childish in our ways souls blushing how many ways can I count the costs emotional financial improbable and yet longed for for so many reasons terrified excised from my submission no future but endurance these last days and miles in life race run no vain ambitions left
and yet and yet again we say saying yes to each other is it a lie this line of integration another life unknown terrified this joy I now know doing this the greatest joy ever spooling out the gossamer stuff knitting a soul obvious to if nothing other than myself and the interlocutor who seems to hold my head above the waters of indifference whispering say yes and yes again to each turning the fate imagined and terrified trust
at times I slump ignorant of myself the longing that the interlocutor be real thinking it must be that we grow hearts large enough to receive the yes to we as children of children born realizing the dreams true or false?
Faith it seems is experience
while Belief is clothed in someone other/else costumes tattered moldy burial clothes and we yes and yes to each other become new infants again adam and eve all over the beginning of something unimaginable trust
the
process
an
unmarked
as yet path
attraction
lust
realized
as more naked than naked can be
impossible improbable and yet possible in astonishing ways new historical hysterical terrifying and yet and yet again and again yes
the silent knowing that life does not end in death but begins something utterly new unimaginable
and
yes
we know that together
terrifying to live
more courage
than dying
yes
will all be well
yes
my/our/we trust and troth
who bonded us the dry straw and flint struck together
discovered
inflamed
130510 01:15 naked
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