Friday, August 11, 2017


Keira Knightly:
"Dead Men Tell No Tales"

Shinkō o motte iru

The winnowing fan turns forever.
It works with a woosh that severs.

It separates the chaff. It makes the plan 
for where to stand. 

Though the harvest is not yet at hand,
there is the grain that has been stored for the heartland.

The fan on the weather vane turns forever.
It wanes with the whirl on a rod as a tether.

It spins and twirls for the wind that yearns for rain
to fall upon the furrowed plain.

The dark hours for being
deepen my mind for seeing.

The heat is hot
Sometimes it does not stop
after the wish that it could be forgot.

You, dear darkness.
You are above and all around us.
You provide cover from that which could cause us fuss,
but it is hard to see that which alarms because it can harm us.

The light that shines is reflected
to show that which can be detected.

Light from the sturgeon moon is swimming through the trees.
The green corn wants to believe that trees can be relieved with the breeze.

The stars twinkle when clouds do not obscure.
The viewing of the viewer is more certainly secure in the unsure 
than the view of what's sure about what endures.

That which endures is there.
The vision of it is spare even when you stare.
I just don't care about finding the bear's lair.
I want to find the square corner of the stair
to my cubic welfare.

The power of less is more
when you're ruling out that which is not the door
you hope to procure.

Where is the emblem of my safety?
It is not so close that it will chafe me.

Let me hear that which will be spoken
about the hope that my work won't be stolen by the shogun.

There have been times when leadership was good.
Executive authority put the body on track towards what could
be done for the should of what we could do if only we would.

There was an override for policies headed for destruction.
Profit was limited to legal means for production 
and construction.

Investment in employment
was used to cap spending for weapon deployment.

There was a context to balance the budget.
Responsibility produced integrity. Fate couldn't budge it.

Leadership has placed itself over the law.
Too much legislation seeks to exploit the flaw.

Greed has been put over power.
Authority is aimed to make dissent cower.

It overrides anything for any reason
without accountability for the season.

Profit from destruction has been made absolute
It is the route for the suit to loot.

The official story is propaganda.
It sells terror by memoranda.

War is not for winning.
The tale is told for the trill of spinning.

Exploitation is the name of the game.
People are sold by the flame of shame.
Facts are organized around profit for personal gain.
The reign in Spain stays mainly above the plain.

Banks support oil for the deployment of weapons.
Even the ozone is threatened as the essence of heaven.

Taking taxes by controlling government as a spoil of war
must seem easier than competition. It's the free market's back door.

Bow has become the wow
for now. Bow wow now!

Too tough.

Favor for the objective goodness of provision
is subjected to the greatest of derisions.

The need to feed need instead of greed
has become the commodity to seed with speed
so it doesn't recede. We must proceed
with the precision of the decision to lead.

Restoration will be achieved by faith.
Faith will make the tenacity of love our eighth wraith.
This wrath of wraith will make us great.

Love will spring up from the ground.
Justice will ring as our sound
all around.

Providence will increase its yield.
Grain will grow in the field.
Goodness will shine from inside.

Purpose will act as our guide
to make the path to liberty
the probability of prosperity 
for posterity with clarity
as our temerity.

Integrity in finding truth
will  define purpose for the voting booth.

Faith will restore us to power with integrity
to make equity the solidarity for our identity
in the density of necessity.

Peace is the reward for the faithful.
Happiness avoids pain and disdains the wasteful.

Have faith despite evidence to the contrary.

Knowledge in the library is a repository 
to overcome the adversarial adversity 
of the arbitrary.

Have faith.
Peace is the reward for the grateful wraith. ;) 

Psalm 85.8

8 Let me hear what God the Lord will speak,
   for he will speak peace to his people,
   to his faithful, to those who turn to him in their hearts.*

9 Surely his salvation is at hand for those who fear him,
   that his glory may dwell in our land.

10 Steadfast love and faithfulness will meet;
   righteousness and peace will kiss each other.

11 Faithfulness will spring up from the ground,
   and righteousness will look down from the sky.

12 The Lord will give what is good,
   and our land will yield its increase.

13 Righteousness will go before him,
   and will make a path for his steps.

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