Thursday, October 19, 2017

Stream


Danica McKellar
Percolation


Stream
Steam
ストリームスチーム
Sutorīmusuchīmu
ps96

I'm a little teapot short and stout.
My steam streams heat that screams through the spout.

 The walls cannot talk. The windows are not able.
Passers-by admire the tea-pot on the table.

The neighbors pause, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.

The steamy little pot sits near the Scorpion's tail.
The hunter wasn't near. He had taken to the trail.

It was the archer who taught the young to hunt.
Defense was a skill that went with archery as one.

The arrow points to  the target
 in the forest as the market.

Use only for sport, to eat or defend.
The arrow is an instrument that the mind sends
or retends before returning to the whence
from which it had withered.

'Wither is the quiver?'

The Milky Way is wide and bright.
The crescent moon waxes into sight.

Saturn is Cronus reincarnate.
Cronus came from Osiris and Tammuz as his climate.

Jupiter took what he could have inherited as king. 
He didn't want to look like he didn't work for the thing.

Saturnalia  was Latin for the Kronia feast
Free speech, games and gifts celebrated harvest with a beast.

The temple at the base of the eternal hill kept the treasure for the capitol.
Enemy weapons were 'sacrificed' to make the 'treasure' oh so practical. 

The neighbors pause to look, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.

Gautama was the Buddha.
The lotus was the gouda. 

Moses was the Giver of law.
Law was drawn from what the past saw.

Cyrus was the Annointed. 
Customs were appointed.

Alexander was the Savior.
Education shaped behavior.

Julius was the Caesar.
He was a true believer.


Jesus was the Christ. 
He didn't support the heist. 

Mohammed was the Prophet.
Peace for nations was put on the docket.

Salvation is good news on any given day.
Let life celebrate the joy of living in the way.

Glory is a story for each in the unity of nations,
but even an alliance can't claim all the glory in the station.

Too much wealth for one
makes poor health. It's no fun.

The sun shines over all from heaven.
The moon illumines portions for the presence
of relevance.

The divine presence 
is the relevance for the elements!

The temple is a place for the resilience
of consilience.

Ascribe power to divine illumination.
It provides light for insight to reach toward perfection
beyond imagination to reconciliation 
for the population.

Worship the holy for the beauty of holiness.
Beauty is the love that transcends loneliness.

Let the bell ring for the clarity of the thing.
Clarity in concept is represented by the ring.

Let the heavens rejoice. Let the earth sing.
The sea will produce thunder for the wonder of the spring.

The trees in the wood and the goodness of the good
will receive liquid bounty to glimmer as they should.

The judgment of justice will come to judge the world.
The standard for authority will be lifted and unfurled.

The neighbors pause to look, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.


Psalm 96 Cantate Domino

1 Sing to the Lord a new song; *
sing to the Lord, all the whole earth.
2 Sing to the Lord and bless his Name; *
proclaim the good news of his salvation from day to day.
3 Declare his glory among the nations *
and his wonders among all peoples.
4 For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised; *
he is more to be feared than all gods.
5 As for all the gods of the nations, they are but idols; *
but it is the Lord who made the heavens.
6 Oh, the majesty and magnificence of his presence! *
Oh, the power and the splendor of his sanctuary!
7 Ascribe to the Lord, you families of the peoples; *
ascribe to the Lord honor and power.
8 Ascribe to the Lord the honor due his Name; *
bring offerings and come into his courts.
9 Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness; *
let the whole earth tremble before him.
10 Tell it out among the nations: "The Lord is King! *
he has made the world so firm that it cannot be moved;
he will judge the peoples with equity."
11 Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad;
let the sea thunder and all that is in it; *
let the field be joyful and all that is therein.
12 Then shall all the trees of the wood shout for joy
before the Lord when he comes, *
when he comes to judge the earth.
13 He will judge the world with righteousness *
and the peoples with his truth.

Saturn of Rubens
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Saturn was the Roman reincarnation of Cronus. He was the titan of agriculture as well as time. Time was defined in calendar form for agriculture. This is the reason for the depiction of the scythe.

He is shown consuming the infant as a symbol for the consumption of the future by the past in the present.It's a gruesome depiction but it forces ordinary thought to think symbolically. Cronus was described as the consumer of his children.

Little exists outside of Rome to indicate that the cult existed elsewhere, but the name Saturn is similar for the Etruscan word Satres. Satres was the god who hurled lightning bolts from the darkness of the north.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Pass


The Anclote River with the Power Plant

Pass
the Passage

Letters take flight into the dark night that inhibits sight for mental delight.

Words are syllables for which meaning is critical. Sounds pound around town for the giveable to make living more alive for the liveable.

A speaker speaks with tones. A painter paints with strokes. A singer sings with notes. A writer writes words to connote.
The spot where the umbrella lies ties the knife we could find to its most intricate bind in the incision of mind.

My guide and I came to the hidden road to find our way back past the darkened toad. We passed to see the beauty of heaven bestowed in the stars that shined above the trees in a row.

Thought is slashed as it were with color. The far flight of those immortal others, the ever-returning stars, our brothers, saw the lightning at the end of summer.

There was darkness past dusk in evening. Humid hail fell as my father descended to the earth to tell my mother to throw a handful of pebbles in the well with the swell of giant looming walls in the thunderhead knell.

What roots clutch, what branches grow
out of this stony rubbish? You don't know.
You cannot say or guess. You only sow
a heap of broken images, where heat and hail had been thrown
to beat the dead tree that gave no shelter.
The cricket cricked a creak with no relief from the evening swelter.
The dry stone had no sound of laughter for your elder.
The black shadow under the large rock told you to dwell there.

Come to the shelter of this hard dark rock. I will show you something different from talk of your shadow at morning striding behind your walk or your umbrage at early evening rising to meet the hawk.

The square was there in a stone cube as a chair.

I'm going under my soles
with the moles
digging holes
for the troll.

The gremlin resembled a weapon. It could not take the emblem. Seven Kevins were sent to the Kremlin. Their parts resembled the need for assembling.
It sounds like the voices are snoring but if you snore then you ignore the warning. I'm not done exploring this soaring to implore tomorrow morning to adore what it must for the adoring. I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The fresh wind is wild
for the home too.
My dear Irish child
where are you?
I am entitled to the thrust given by the gust that blows the dust thus.
Proverbial words are applied. Wait to receive your answer. Step inside. Let the butterflies fly to realize the size of what they flutter beside.

She sat in the Chair
like a burnished care in the air.
Light glowed on the marble where
the shine lined the space there.

The mirror showed visions not derisions advancing without collisions. Dreams dove into decisions.
The standards taught were wrought with fruited vines from which a golden Cupidon peeped out behind. Another hid his eyes in line with his wing feathered fine. The flames from the seven branched candelabra refined the shine. . The light reflected upon the table. The glitter of her jewels rose to her sable. Satin cases poured in rich profusion to enable the vials of ivory and colored glass without labels to ooze unguent scent from unstoppered fables.

Powdered or liquid. Troubled or confused by the ooze
sense was drowned in odors that were moved
by the air from the freshened window. These were behooved
to fatten the prolonged candle-flames into Latin grooves.

They flung their smoke into the laquearia of Libran sight. The pattern was stirred on the coffered ceiling beneath the higher height. Huge sea-wood fed with copper burned green and orange in the candle light. It was framed by the colored stone in whose sad plight a carved Griffin took flight.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Stand and deliver a shiver there.
Stand to abide by and help the breath of air.
She sat under the firelight. Under the brush her hair
spread out into fiery points of conditioned care.

Points of light burned bright, then became savagely still.
I did not wrong you with any act of will.
I will not cheat you on any bill.
No fraud has caused you a death of chill.

----------

The near ninety heat of the October beat
hit the concrete until it stressed my feet.
There was no crowd, only cars in the street.
I had not thought cool air could provide such relief.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled.
Each step fixed eyes to steps impaled
with slow staid fixity up the low grade sidewalk as the trail.
Oh how I wish I could just sail
to the place where time kept the hours
with a dead sound on the final stroke of power.

Three and nine are square.
Test your care
if you dare.

Raise your thumb.
Six and twelve are plumb.
The vertical did come
before seven and one.

Three and nine fifteen are level.
What the devil?
The horizontal hands have a bevel.

Please retard the sun with a gentle mist.
Let earth realign her axial twist.
Enchant the land with the magic of amethyst.
Give this wisp of season another suitable glimpse.

The cones of pine and cypress lie upon the ground.
Dune sunflower, goldenrod and oxeye daisies abound.
They garland the sandy coastal bed outside of town.
Monarchs, falcons and warblers fly here to hang around.

The twist of tangled cord and the elephant tube
that go with the wet-vacuum
extract water from the AC wizzer wahzoo.
The testimony of hot days has to be exhumed.

The river’s flow is broken. The last float of leaf
docks and sinks into the wet bank with relief.
The cool wind crosses the hot land for belief.
The nymphs have departed unseen.

Sweet flow of water, run softly until I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, discarded thongs,
handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends or plastic bongs.
It bears a tonal shift in the quality of the autumn light's sarong.
A rat crept softly along the bank
through the plant life, over the plank,
dragging slime on its belly from the mud in which it sank
while it was fishing in the dull water, brown and dank.

There, their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors
departed. They left no addresses for the rector.
By the waters of the Anclote, I sat down and wept for the specter
of the local sceptre . . .

But at my back in the rattle of the bones,
a chuckle spread from tear to moan.
Death’s second self, sealed up all, in the all alone.
You saw in me the glowing of such a tome.

There lay the deathbed on which he must expire
consumed with that which he was nourished by
that in the ashes of his youth lies the tie
that you perceived in this mortal cry.

This makes your love grow strong
to love that well which you must leave before long.
Now the sweet swell of song
can carry the tune before it's gone.

Heal


Maura Tierney
"The Affair"

Heal
Yourself
あなた自身を癒す 
Anata jishin o iyasu
ps147

Security for the nation state
is secure when it isn't late.

The expansion of alliance 
for trade, travel and science
will reduce the defiance
that opposes guidance
to compliance
with reliance 
on license
for triumph.

Responsibility
will set us free. 
I have been appointed 
to bring good news to those anointed
with the management of labor.

Freedom is ours to savor.
The blind will receive insight.
The redeemed will take delight
in their part in leadership
as the spirit dripped device
for us to sip.

Respect your role in the healing art.
Medicine treats malady after the start.
It works until you find something better
to avoid illness or injury as your debtor.

The pharmacist creates a tricky mixture 
of herbal extracts to work as an elixir
to change the body's texture
until health becomes the fixture.

The physician  provides a service
though it may make you feel nervous
will teach you to refrain 
from that which causes pain.

Diagnosis is a skill
that helps you redirect your will
to find the cause of malady
to deter avoidable tragedy.

Give up your faults as they are found.
Diet, exercise and hygiene are elements to which we're bound.
Adjust that which you are able
around the home and at your table.

The soul is often healed
when the cause of malady has been revealed.
It is good to sing your praise.
Your spirits will be raised.

Your house will be rebuilt with peace.
Return from exile will be achieved.
The broken heart will be unbroken.
The wound will be bound as healing spoken.

The length of night has reached the day.
Equal lengths have found their say.

The darkness will increase. It's spun.
Earth's axis tilts away from the sun.

As the winter solstice draws near
the orbit will lean away from here.
It leans it doesn't stray or sharply veer.
Gravity keeps our sphere 
on course for the new year.

The number of the stars are counted.
Their course is set with majesty unbounded.
Hope in the heart of lowliness is lifted.
Pride from the reach of passion is sifted.

The harmony of the spheres is music.
Fluids move in amusement 
inside and out of that which is human.
The heavens are covered with clouds that are fluent.
Rain is prepared for life rooted and unrooted.
The earth will be given that for which it is suited.
Grass that has grown on mountains will survive.
Plants that Spring hoed will see harvest when ripe.

Flocks and herds will find food where it has grown.
Ravens will feed on anything edible where it is thrown.
The might of a horse is a sight for delight.
Exercise strengthens the human device.

Pleasure is preserved for those who work with fear.
Favor is shown to those who are dear.
Community that seeks that which is best
earns that reprieve known as rest from the test.

Security is strengthened with the bars on your gates. 
Your children are protected with the element of grace.
Peace has been established with your borders.
Immigration is constrained when by necessity it's ordered.

We have been satisfied with wheat and corn from the earth.
Fiber and nutrients were provided for health that has worth.
Leaves change their color before they fall to the ground.
When they fall to the earth they are mostly brown.

Heal yourself from the cause of malady found.
You will see your self as more experienced now. 


147 Laudate Dominum

1 Hallelujah!
How good it is to sing praises to our God! *
how pleasant it is to honor him with praise!
2 The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem; *
he gathers the exiles of Israel.
3 He heals the brokenhearted *
and binds up their wounds.
4 He counts the number of the stars *
and calls them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord and mighty in power; *
there is no limit to his wisdom.
6 The Lord lifts up the lowly, *
but casts the wicked to the ground.
7 Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; *
make music to our God upon the harp.
8 He covers the heavens with clouds *
and prepares rain for the earth;
9 He makes grass to grow upon the mountains *
and green plants to serve mankind.
10 He provides food for flocks and herds *
and for the young ravens when they cry.
11 He is not impressed by the might of a horse; *
he has no pleasure in the strength of a man;
12 But the Lord has pleasure in those who fear him, *
in those who await his gracious favor.
13 Worship the Lord, O Jerusalem; *
praise your God, O Zion;
14 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; *
he has blessed your children within you.
15 He has established peace on your borders; *
he satisfies you with the finest wheat.
16 He sends out his command to the earth, *
and his word runs very swiftly.
17 He gives snow like wool; *
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
18 He scatters his hail like bread crumbs; *
who can stand against his cold?
19 He sends forth his word and melts them; *
he blows with his wind, and the waters flow.
20 He declares his word to Jacob, *
his statutes and his judgments to Israel.
21 He has not done so to any other nation; *
to them he has not revealed his judgments.
Hallelujah!

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Live


Kate Winslet
Gratitude

Live
Worthy
価値がある
Kachigāru
ps106

The spirit  has the far-reaching beams
of unloosed dreams.           

The deep diving legend in myth or bible   
shows the plots of the poets from  the elder revival.            

The air of the temple was more rare than the  lily.
The stories contrast the known with the silly.

You strong walls with sealed roof rising to heaven!  
You pinnacle of power fashioned from mortal leaven.          

You have the life that lives in history. 
You harbor morality that is not just a mystery!            

You too I welcome with songs filled with joy!
You are the haven of help for each girl and boy.      

Live in a manner worthy of life.
Rise above adversity to overcome strife.

The right to life is the basis for law.
Killing for defense is the last straw.

Defense is against a threat that is present and clear.
The just and faithful value life as dear.

The duty to retreat is only blessed when its best.
The presumption of fear is not a quest to be pressed.
It is something confessed to digest the contest.

Killing an unarmed person is murder.
You make a martyr with fervor
and become liable for the merger
of the lurker and shirker.

Democracy does not decree
the choice between matrons or patriarchy.
Minorities are not better than the majority.
Everybody is the concern for the government of me
for the brave and the free.

Raise praise for goodness.
That which is best is that which stood blessed
through the test.

Goodness is not just a matter of taste.
It is provision for need with minimal waste.
 Steadfast love endures the test of time.
A weapon is only part of that which is mine.

Freedom is social with trade, travel and science.
Training and care increase self-reliance.

Show favor to people, not money for free.
Do not concede defeat to partisan greed.
Compensation keeps competition in line with need.

Provide protection from violence.
Protest breaks silence.

Prosperity is for labor and management.
Security is for people with the advantaged consent.

Iniquity is part of our descent.
Sons and daughters were sacrificed as though by intent.
Invasions, genocide, torture and cruelty in punishment 
have been bent to the deprivation of dissent.
The destruction of opposition is a goal that can not be met.

Unarmed citizens and immigrants have been killed.
The blood of non-combatants has been spilled.
It has been poured out for false belief willed
for the corruption of government as fulfilled
and the pollution of the land with the prejudiced skill
of plutocracy billed.

Security is not secured by the industry for war.
Banking on munitions makes the nation state a whore.
Industry has to be regulated for defense or its a monster carnivore.
A nation does not live by violence and cruelty galore.

Live in a manner worthy of life.
Rise above adversity to overcome strife.

The right to life is the basis for law.
Killing for defense is only the last straw.

Defense is against a threat that is present and clear.
The just and faithful value life as dear.


Psalm 106.18

Part I Confitemini Domino

1 Hallelujah!
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, *
for his mercy endures for ever.
2 Who can declare the mighty acts of the Lord *
or show forth all his praise?
3 Happy are those who act with justice *
and always do what is right!
4 Remember me, O Lord, with the favor you have for your people, *
and visit me with your saving help;
5 That I may see the prosperity of your elect
and be glad with the gladness of your people, *
that I may glory with your inheritance.
6 We have sinned as our forebears did; *
we have done wrong and dealt wickedly.
7 In Egypt they did not consider your marvelous works,
nor remember the abundance of your love; *
they defied the Most High at the Red Sea.
8 But he saved them for his Name's sake, *
to make his power known.
9 He rebuked the Red Sea, and it dried up, *
and he led them through the deep as through a desert.
10 He saved them from the hand of those who hated them *
and redeemed them from the hand of the enemy.
11 The waters covered their oppressors; *
not one of them was left.
12 Then they believed his words *
and sang him songs of praise.
13 But they soon forgot his deeds *
and did not wait for his counsel.
14 A craving seized them in the wilderness, *
and they put God to the test in the desert.
15 He gave them what they asked, *
but sent leanness into their soul.
16 They envied Moses in the camp, *
and Aaron, the holy one of the Lord.
17 The earth opened and swallowed Dathan *
and covered the company of Abiram.
18 Fire blazed up against their company, *
and flames devoured the wicked.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Restore


Shakira:
Diet and Exercise

Restore
the Garden
庭を復元する
Niwa o fukugen suru
ps 80

The garden has been destroyed.
Re-construction must be employed.

Let the light from the sun shine.
Let the rain provide for that which is mine.

Beauty will be restored with cultivation mined.
The destruction was motivation's fine.

Knowledge about the garden
was taken from anguish so the heart would not harden.

The land had been prepared for growth
with the use of what was known.

Fertility nurtures her success.
The heavens declare warmth with wetness;
The heat of light is relieved with darkness.
Enslavement was cast out as a test.
War is next.

One day tells its tale to another.
Each night imparts knowledge to uncover.
I like the dark. I'm a poetry lover.
Dreams dance for the conscience to discover.
I dread the extent of improbability, 
but there are problems with the liability 
of empirically tried hostility.
There is also the issue of deficient utility.

I surrender to the truth of the dream's dance
despite the lance of cruelty's stance.
Re-construction is a game of chance.
The time has come to mention France.

It has acquired a timeless quality with respect for law.
The Roman republic had been destroyed by attack from Gaul. (390 BCE)
It was a lesson learned by those who saw.
Now France promotes the rule of law for all.

Time has no language or words with which to speak,
but the message is a unique critique of the mystique of the bleak
that we tweak for the meek. The source has gone out to the earth we seek
to fertilize with knowledge from the Ancient Greek.
The sound of music as drawn from myth
harvests the grain by the scythe of pith.
This sound has gone out to all forthwith
to celebrate the sun as a monolith.

A pavilion has been set for the sun in the deep.
Illumination rises to run a course for time to keep.
Light comes forth like a celebrity on the stage to reap
the reward of praise from the fans that weep.

The stage is set for the course to run
from the outer edge to the end of fun.
Nothing but darkness is hidden from the radiance won.
The stream of sampling gets things done.

The rule of law requires respect for rights.
No one is above the law of light.
Judgment is for liberty with judicial sight
based on reason without discrimination's blight.

Justice revives the soul.
It gives wisdom to those who know
that it is needed as a goal.
It is there when we are ready to go.

Do not harbor false belief.
Truth will give you what you seek.
Do not abuse authority for power to speak.
Leave time to rest to rebuild the strength you need.

Honor your family for length of life.
Do not murder or contribute to strife.
Do not destroy property or your relations might.
Do not steal or bear false witness for your delight.

Do not covet property.
You desire only the novelty.
It creates social impropriety.
It reduces the quality of sobriety.
Do not support sacrifice for invasion or genocide.
It is a larger case of homicide.
It increases liability beyond the size of your stride.
It is a burden cursed by the monstrous size of the lies
by which it tries to hide those who have died. 

Set aside a portion of your income when you are beyond poverty.
The partisan polity provides mockery to defend the robbery of your property.
The poor, the disabled and the elderly provide a priority
to remind us that we are not just a majority or a minority.
Authority is properly directed toward equitable reward, not to inequality.
Spending appropriated for social security
restrains waste on the inclination to violent immaturity.

Spending on the military and supporting technology 
has to be limited to defense for the surety of maturity.
Put your faith in action to show love for others.
Earn respect by honoring rights for sisters and mothers.
Direct yourself away from causing damage to avoid crime with any color.
Love your enemy. It will cover your numbers. You won't be smothered.

Hate violence and deception without brutality or contrivance.
Crisis is managed with calm conception and non-violence.
Re-direct anger from hostility to the tireless spiraling of silence.
Use quietness to produce viable speech or action rather than idleness.

The rule of law is just when it is justly applied.
It gives joy to the heart and insight to the mind.
It makes the vine take root to produce grapes for wine.
It makes the grain that is used for bread that's fine.

Restore the garden.

Love will grow in the bargain.



Psalm 80
Qui regis Israel

1 Hear, O Shepherd of Israel, leading Joseph like a flock; *
shine forth, you that are enthroned upon the cherubim.
2 In the presence of Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, *
stir up your strength and come to help us.
3 Restore us, O God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.
4 O Lord God of hosts, *
how long will you be angered
despite the prayers of your people?
5 You have fed them with the bread of tears; *
you have given them bowls of tears to drink.
6 You have made us the derision of our neighbors, *
and our enemies laugh us to scorn.
7 Restore us, O God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.
8 You have brought a vine out of Egypt; *
you cast out the nations and planted it.
9 You prepared the ground for it; *
it took root and filled the land.
10 The mountains were covered by its shadow *
and the towering cedar trees by its boughs.
11 You stretched out its tendrils to the Sea *
and its branches to the River.
12 Why have you broken down its wall, *
so that all who pass by pluck off its grapes?
13 The wild boar of the forest has ravaged it, *
and the beasts of the field have grazed upon it.
14 Turn now, O God of hosts, look down from heaven;
behold and tend this vine; *
preserve what your right hand has planted.
15 They burn it with fire like rubbish; *
at the rebuke of your countenance let them perish.
16 Let your hand be upon the man of your right hand, *
the son of man you have made so strong for yourself.
17 And so will we never turn away from you; *
give us life, that we may call upon your Name.
18 Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.