I would agree with you
on this matter
of pure love.
I do.
I did not think.
Of pure love
I would agree with you
on this matter.
to get to the immaterial is alternative
slipping through the next
false nothing. i want the real nothing.
and i do not want to will
for it. abstract fact
of WHO, teach me where
i reside.
to get to the immaterial
is alternative slipping
through the next false
nothing. i want the real
nothing. and i do not
want to will for it. abstract
fact of WHO, teach me
where i reside.
choosing a substance to get to the immaterial is
alternative slipping through
the next false
nothing.
i want
the real nothing.
and i do not want to will
for it. abstract fact
of WHO, teach me
where
i reside.
i am lazy, unless
impotent--
or brand new.
Begins
with the acoustic of my voice
responding to the sound embracing
it. Singing,
"Here! Hear I AM!"
was pigment, not you.
Not them, called so many cruelties.
Not them. Color
the doors. Open
the walls. This is no pen
for you, forty years known, anticipated
many, many more, could you know
the inception of your name
with Mine.
the humiliation of a woman
alone with her thoughts.
nothing, really.
nothing at all.
I think that Jesus still weeps
while His Father laughs,
the Holy Spirit calls her,
"Come, my dearest daughter,
cry with me."
way I go first, ever
the only choice seeming
to be; never
my best rationale, rations
being what they are,
my idiotic poisonous giving
the worst
I have ... maybe all that
I am
any way.
The Rain! Bright sky's person
kissing me.
with the damage of you,
n...y
Heart, you may stop.
26 June 2009 at 12:10AM
their thinking
of that would immediately make that
your literal, non-refundable
reality, how fast
would you backpedal--how fast
would you pack your head
with anything except that first
pressing must, that might
as well have been damnation
for the reality of
your presuming
your failures and successes
would ever go further than wanting
every second of their thought
Politics makes poetry of history and we get to have an input into the line breaks and punctuation. Journalists are the medics and playwrights. And poets, full of themselves, write Redeem, Redeem, Redeem the self, forgetting poetry and justice and hearts, bleeding or otherwise.
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/06/25/questions-mount-sanford-survive-governor/?test=latestnews
SEN. KNOTT'S opinions, as reported on FoxNews.com June 25:
"The way I'm looking at it now after going home and sleeping on it. ... There's a lot of questions out there that need to be answered. ... I intend to get to the bottom of some of them," Republican state Sen. Jake Knotts told FOXNews.com.
"We need a person in that position that can start moving us forward," he said. "I'm beginning to believe that he didn't care about South Carolina. ... He's got to think about the embarrassment."
Knotts, a longtime Sanford critic, was taken aback by Sanford's decision to step down as chairman of the national Republican Governors Association while staying on as governor.
"Why should he be able to represent the whole state of South Carolina when he can't even justify in his own mind the ability to represent the Republican Governors Association?" he said.
Knotts said he wants to know whether Sanford committed an "impeachable offense," and that his seat should not remain "dormant" for the next year and a half.
Sanford's term is up at the end of 2010, and he cannot run again due to term limits.
NANCY'S opinions, self reported on FB June 26:
Sen. Knott's comment, "... he's got to think about the embarrassment," interests me.
Sad though it may be, an individual's moral laws will differ and change in much the same way economics do; especially over the course of years. This is not spiritual hypocrisy, in my opinion, nor is it an immediate debaucher of a man or woman's long demonstrated integrity.
Rather, it is the outward manifestations of the constant interactions of emotional and physical chemistry that each individual has; that each individual may reach toward knowingly, as Columbus toward the Spice Islands; or discover quite by accident, as the wealth of one's Interior Continents, an individual's "America", if you will.
This chemical-emotional gateway is not piracy—which is criminal, or lethargic fishing—which is irresponsibility. To believe moral changes are criminal, casts blame, shame, and failure on the opposite partner, which is not just.
When an individual's chemical channels have discovered the wealth (or poverty) of their Interior Continents, whether through drug abuse or careful relational choices, the individual himself—not his family or allegiances—is responsible for continuing to guide his principled choices.
In the area of drug abuse, a guided, principled choice may be to choose medical assistance to regain footing. I think of New Orleans and parts of the Netherlands, places where the literal geography is lived upon with the sea, lived upon through engineering. I see no difference in the principles of chemical recovery and national sovereignty, no difference to choose or find yourself born into emotional geography that cohabits with geothermal fault lines, grapes, bogs vs. literal economic, national geography that protects its citizens through land ordinances and cumbersome balances. Geography is rich. Individual geography is rich, too.
What is personal morality and integrity? What person gets to define that for us? And where, really, are we free?
We are free to be debtor to those we choose to love.
I am sorry for Sanford's predicament, the expectations he accepted being so strong, and his own personal desires surprising him (?), as they may have. (I suspect, though, that his desires, nor any other man's desires, did not come to him as a surprise.) His prior choices before Argentina were a part of his road: married man committing publicly to one woman. But his road curved, as all roads do. He may not have seen it coming, looking at his integrity, not knowing that his integrity was with him all the while, holding it into the shallow air space of his chosen expectations.
I say "shallow" not to infer that marriage is shallow, his family is shallow, or SC is shallow—not at all! I say "shallow" to infer that at some point, individuals in every condition of choosing, find it hard to breathe. In surfacing chemically & emotionally, individuals are often killed by other individuals' anger and disappointed expectations; instead of receiving the calm consequences, or bearing the rough consequences, for their actions.
Yes, I am after peace, because I believe we have it in our Integrity—a constant self-truth we alone possess, which remains at all times untouched. Our integrity to receive the cost of ourselves. Our integrity to restore those we can.
Principled behavior within our personal integrity will recognize when expectation becomes untruth, and will respond in as gracious and non-militant (I believe) a way as we are nobly capable as humans, for the benefit of other's self-awareness, as well.
When our choices cause us to betray or discover our constant self-truths, then within the full range of our Integral Moral Responses, our principled living will allow us to move toward our best health, or recover our better (or) WHOLE life.
Why we are not encouraged to embrace our individual integrity first and last and in between; why we are encouraged to embrace Expectation and Authority and Definition over our chemical and emotional integrity, is barbaric to me. Barbaric to local and greater society, I believe.
We may lose, trade, choose to cross an ocean, or simply find our road turning, without losing our integrity. We are chemical-emotional people, and so long as the TRUTH of being ALIVE is kindled, integrity remains intact. It is not the rare, Olympian Self, it is the nose and lymph nodes and backside and skeleton. Integrity, in my opinion, is the gold of an individual's being alive to consequences, continents, poor houses, wars, and peace.
Yes, I am after peace. Recovery of chemical and emotional prosperity. Drug addicts, abused children, wives, mothers, husbands, fathers, prisoners of State, may retain their Integrity, recover themselves, should they embrace their lives to the point of recognizing when an accepted expectation becomes a lie. Guiding themselves by their personal chemical-morality and standards that reveal themselves as true or false to their Integral Self, serving the integrity that—think of this—has chosen them.
I understand why Sanford knew his mind in stepping down as chairman of the national Republican Governors Association while remaining governor of our state. He recognized the untouched integrity of the Governor's office, outside of himself. He is right to remain. He recognized and respected that his chemical-emotional choices conflicted with the greater ideals and personal expectations he had agreed to in the name of The Republican Political Ethic, which is frail (stern) in respect to chemical responsibility in morality.
I will be interested to see whether Sen. Knotts and others determine Sanford's comfort with Argentina to be an "impeachable offense". I am interested to see what "starting to move [SC] forward" is expected to be.
It is not where
you are, but that I am
loving you today again,
having known your face,
your eyes, your words,
your company. Having
loved you, I am
loving you where I will
ever be,
dear, loved man, my
friend.
i can impregnate
a space with my
voice.
Hear music of
me - nancy,
just nancy,
holy nancy,
daughter of God,
mother - man -
impregnating Jesus,
impregnating location,
born, born, born, & born again.
Me. My soul's news
requires, insists
its grip on death's
intense NOW.
intense Jesus.
Where is Mary?
His mother's peace
will be my own.
21 June 2009
water, center plaza,
solitude. desiring
in the scent
net his cent
innocent
1 see me
and see my mother hating
my father, and hating her mother, who was
hated by her in-laws,
my father hating his father hating
his mother and himself.
1 see me
and see my hatred of my mother hating
my father, who is like me, like me, like me,
hating the fixing, fixing, fixing, fixed viewing
of me, me, me, me, him, her hating me.
1 see me
and see my husband hating me, his wife, hating
who 1 was and who 1 am, my husband hating his
life, his life, his life, so much good, so much good,
so much good and rich and abundance, and he hated it all.
1 see me
and hate who 1 am for my ineffective life giving no person
1 have loved any degree of lasting happiness. 1 hate who 1
am.
When did 1
come to see as hatred?
When did 1
come to see coping as
hatred?
flowers project themselves
into the air, the sunshine,
our hands, holding
every scent they carry
from their dark
burgeoning velvet under-
grounds.
electron
last
i
city
elasticity
of One
prayer
elastic it
y.
is not so severe
as shocking to find
O-Ne-self continuing
to live.
Easily identified?
Meth's and, following Should
Invention's IT, it-self as of.
Continuity, be and.
Is,
reality.
and should be easily identified
as it-self. IT is continuity
of math's and following
and invention's
reality.
flayed f-
lay-e-
d
of m-at-h's A-Nd Fall-owing
Fa-l-lowing, F-all-owing, following f-
ol-lo-
wing
A-n-d(d.) invention's in-vent-
ion's
r'a(lit)y.
r RA y
i.
in the room, two
over keys,
two more over
keys, and two
hands over muscles
sore from normal
use. Now eight hands
as woodwind joins,
and time
will show more
music
ii.
in the room, two over
keys, two more
over
keys, and two hands
over muscles sore
from normal use. Now
eight hands as woodwind
joins, and time
will show more
music
is peace, full
of teaming cheers
as IF
were a race, roaring
"Two!
Two!"
heave, the ribbon's cutting chests,
our roaring
peace.
placing plates
on the table with napkins
red candlelit wax
expends itself
with our pizza
the surprise of the wind storm
stopping Papa John's ovens
so Bi-Lo meat lovers
square dough, and fresh
vegetables, new, red tomatoes
bursting baked
wine over dinner.
I do not:
believe I am
nothing.
I do not believe:
I am nothing(?)
I do not believe I am ...
nothing(?)
I do not believe I(?!)
am Nothing.
I do
not
believe
I am
No-Thing.
Are homes
of houses of religion
rooms
for hooking and hanging
fears of death upon?
In reason's escaping Answer
from Stillness comes all
manner of receiving
embryos
God has given
any day.
My home will be the house of my
heart's blessed knowing All
IS Ever-y I
S-ever-ing
On-e
cosmic
heeling
2 heal
1 fear.
Me to God: I am going
to sleep. God to Me: I AM going, too.
Sleep.
minding his business,
and all I can do is write
about him.
That you can be
mountain & house,
walkway & garden,
pool & chimney,
weapon & covering,
engraved marker
slating my name
So ready
for us
to to go another
day, each
other’s way.
So ready
for us
to to choose another
place, steady
our pace.
So ready
this mooring
too two clean
our teeth, and dress
two smiles—release.
his orders through
anxiety dreams, this moment,
telling me of driving in darkness
sleepy between two speeding cars,
as the Lotus two days back
on the dragon's tail.
lights behind him were blinding,
but blocking them obscured the tail
lights ahead. His only thought,
and words to me, "How am I
gonna get off this road??"
His dream ended in his pulling
into a quiet construction site: seeded straw,
red dirt hill, two guys at a distance, "an almost-
familiar shell of a building," and earth movers.
old I was.
i do not know.
where my understanding
barely touches the motions
of now. as though i am always
new, being so ever old.
runs on the backside of the road
we're driving, perhaps;
but we don't know,
since the drive
is a private one.
The day is between the hands,
The story between the leaves,
The fish between the flies,
The cast between the banks.
The bones between the nerves,
between the cells,
between the tissues,
between the wisdom
of fear taut
outside itself, fish outside
of water, hands inside
the day between them,
lines cast, story left,
banks nerved,
bones, flies
outside
the wisdom of fear—
grasp nothing
the day cannot reveal
between your hands
itself taught when cast.
10:48pm/13 october 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008 at 2:27pm
is Necessary
when the speed
of sound,
the speed of (A) voice
is threatened (?),
or threatens
the stopping of
be (voice) (?).
The stopping of SO
voices (?) Some Other
voices, the speed of (A) bullet (?):
Laughter making
green where green is not
to be (?). (A) bullet
out of the blue
when be
(tramples), (A)
singing (?). May
bullets be
(contrition)? (.) Read in
too far
--into two--
counting where
one is Otherwise,
One Some
may trigger
the green, shoot
the blue, paint the
tin-balled
knights of Hospitality.
Enter bullets (?).
Hospitality speeds hungry.
Aims Listening:
Laughter's worn gowns paint more
knights than bullets have kinsmen.
1 May 2009 at 11:41pm
in my head
collaring the shapes
in my head
masking the trim
as I go
crayon in hand.
coloring,
the shapes in
my head, collaring
the shapes in
my head, masking
the trim as I
go, crayon in hand.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 10:41PM
you.
we?
ME.
No, You.
Yes, ME.
Yes, we.
We Know
how to spell
IT; please, Show
Us again.
the sweeping rise
will swing me tucked
in the mountains'
caviar your Lotus.
for Chris, Fontana, and The Dragon's Tail, morning 3 June 2009