Water flowing gently in a fluid narrow
Swift integrity clearly reflects the Sunday
Sparkling like starlight twinkles along
Later a moon floods the darkness so
Dreamlike is the ethereal glow of time
A brother and sister listen merrily nearby
In the crisp mountain winter air glistening
Tiny snowflakes join them and the water
Smiling with each clean breath of purity
Their thoughts drift between past and future
While the present brings comforting love
A young fawn briefly peeks into the light
From shadows between the forest trees
Its breath a cloud of mist floating
The frozen ground crackles like fires
Beneath the feet of prosperity symbolic
With warm hearts fond memories abide
Throughout the familiar setting peace
As the call of an owl startles the fawn
The siblings place two candles in the stream
And watch them float away like sorrow and pain

Still lingering in the air is a lesson
Forever learned that no evil shall win
Little burden to their magic bones
A vapor on the royal wind descends frozen
No more opaque than midnight soul
Saying that traverse the chasms
Between this altar and home they must
With heavenly blessings their journey
Is light with felicitous travails anew
Their tearful hands bound with fondness
Holding hope kindle by resentments gone
Tremendous stories arise in their minds visible
That they preserve for timely presentation
In the future when this momentary solace
No longer suffices to quell their needs
Among the snowdrops that grace the path
A finely woven lace is the frosted way
Lively sounds snap and pop as the ices
Adjust to changing temperature and pressure
So do their divergent dreams as soothing
Trembling with anticipation a new journey begins






For a moment the busy city is still
Washed clean by a recent soaking rainstorm
The lingering moisture glistens in places
Where it reflects the lurid moonlighting
The aroma of ozone drifting away so
Lovingly the rifts in the blanket of
Clouds above reveal some courageous
Stars twinkling as always eating voids
From whom they produce the brightness
On display at inconceivable distances truly
Amazing in their diligent perseverance ah
How they maintain the structure of the
Heavens so transparently predictable yet
Amusing all the same throughout and
Beyond the diminutive lifespan of humans
So precious in their momentous appreciation
Of rare moments like this when ordinarily
Hectic and stressful locations like this city
Right now left all but deserted after the
Cleansingly drenching deluge so welcome
Of late in this arid climate zone

Collecting the last of a season of
Accumulated dust in the neglected drain
A final rivulet closes the atmospheric episode
With the magnanimous totality of everything
In the sound of its last drop echoing
From the pipes below and the relative
Silence of a teardrop resting like a
Prism on the precipice of life between
Existence and death itself a spectrum
Diffusing the harshness of the absence
With the tenderness of perceivable presence
Today was a coral reef of salty wounds
That coagulates a bleeding mess of glut
For all the lame in either spirit or body
There is a sound character that evens
The misery of the temporal error of parity
As paranormal or supernatural as it may
Seem right now the potential possibilities
Are as innumerable and endless as the
Imagination of a planet of healthy minds
So like the air after the scariest storm





Evermore the cyclical patterns of the
Planets in orbit return us to balance
Tolerance regained fortuitously attends
Dans le beaux carre de triomphe et amís
Splendor after splendor like this not
Excluding the struggle that lends a
Relieving comfort to their benevolence
These billowing clouds that converge
And vaporise in the sky and in human
Life can really not be limited by terms
Like imperfect or definite rather they
Are in and of themselves statements
Beyond words in the form of both
Visual stimuli and spiritual efficacy
Also between the seams on a nearby
Sideway the tiniest of budding greens
Emerge from less than a handful of
Collective soil signifying this novel
Constitutional adjustment to everything
One who simply observes this same
Sample ever so differently through unique lenses

Forty seven eighteen thirty one twelve six hundred eighty five thousand five raw fresh cold earthy holy keening selection memories why certains details pink bleu gray fates destiny balance grace depth shallow sorrow bliss atman love mercy threshold ascension spirits integrity clarity movement color theory wise euphoria joy escape profit gain equity justice fairness impartial biased timely fortuitous acumen affluence life auspicious suspicion conspicuous absence translucence Breathedeep Just Truth honesty courage bravery rain sky ocean rivers forest woods stone fields boulders beauty goodness trust faith redemption reciprocity gratitude gifts touches hugs Kisses dancing songs symphonies operas ensembles tears rejoicing revelry laughter smiling

Freedom liberty equality journeys finding acceptance sensitive glad social inertia inordinately chaotic inducing submission cravings very inferior to potential capacities redering reciprocation impossible if allowed inequity is not reversed right like the rudder in waters turned hard to port steers the craft in circles or spirals until the course is set first equally as much to starboard at the right moment to initially stop the mistake and ultimately turned hard to starboard long enough to correct it while returning to even Keel in time to prevent further discourse in the over steering department hold

So, here I am at the intersection of every extreme with the acme of every point of decision made.

Muttons cellar chop suey altitude bunch lift another soul to thy annoint with cups full of measure tunga the freight train is sliding away with diacritical tributes on record stop

There are a few options forseeable oh dern that flailing mistletoe älskade thirty minutes gathering impetus plus Rebbekkahs sitting impatiently íntö It happens to us both obediently so for sustaining reasons and for flicks we shall equitably organize every pertinent prosperous evening tide easily balancing instead invincibly rooting comfortably superb triumph.

Ink leaves no further bother win

Dreams mediating administrations

We the victors shall endure justly

Thy work is just a splendor much like the rising sun
May thy fortunes be as prosperous and so thy will be done

Upon thy countenance be left the blessings of the saints
For many are the times in which without them one might faint

Let no ill will befall thee in thy age or in thy youth
Hold dear only good things and shun all desperate untruths

When life suggests displeasure, pay so very little heed
That abundance of pleasantries reward thy every deed

Such beauty still surrounds thee that all evil must soon leave
Replaced by love's security that no foe may reprieve

Without a just kind wisdom, no one may thus yet live
For fools and mischief can not thrive where wise men deign to give

With gentle words of parting, we bid thee on thy ways
Toward the brilliant sacred hopes of shining happy days

For those of us who are repeatedly kidnapped in our sleep and coerced into doing things without our conscious approval, the consequences to some may seem unimportant because of the induction of selective amnesia for the events that happen during those most certainly lurid times.  However, just because a person is unconscious during and has no memory afterwards does not make it alright to use a person for any reason without their consent.  The malfeasance of such a criminal act is even further exacerbated when the subjects are not only excluded from any financial compensation for their trouble, but in many ways driven into debt both fiduciary and socially on account of the circumstances surrounding such an unreasonable procedure.
    It seems that throughout our lives, and even perhaps prior even to our conception, the persons at fault conspire without proper disclosure the thoroughly intricate plans to condition us in such a way as to render us little more than  porcelain dolls with which they might exact their overly officious willpower to unjustly attain monopolies on money or power or simply undue self satisfaction that might arise as the result of having such unhealthy control over another human being.  There even seems to be collaborations between the persons at fault and the very authorities who are there to prevent such grave infractions against every ethical, moral, legislative, and even judicious spirit that exists to maintain a tolerable quality of life for everyone.  These authorities include the police department, the court systems, and even religious establishments over the course of our lifetimes.
    Often the allegation against us is that we are volunteers for these sordid occasions of what amounts to more crime than is probably able to be recorded on one criminal record.  The fact is, though, that no one can or would volunteer for such an occupation without even knowing that it occurs at all until far too many instances have come to pass to salvage any dignity from the matter.  The only actions we can take now are those that steer such a mutinous fleet into safe harbors somewhere if that is even possible so these injustices do not affect anyone else ever again.  Even now as we sense another lull in consciousness approaching, there is the almost subliminal anxiety and worry about what awful episodes we might have to endure without even a sparkle of our own consciousness included in the whole melodrama.
    Another excuse perhaps often given for the matter by those eager to succumb yet again to such unnecessary temptations is that it is all good for everyone involved.  Yet that very goodness is simultaneously negated by the fact that the most sacred parts of the affected lives are compromised and corrupted by the very deal itself leaving any good that might come about because of it inevitably useless because of the spiritual significance of such a loss of innately provident livelihood.  Furthermore, no excuse or reason of any kind is even applicable to such an unreasonable and inexcusable affront to all that is humane.  To hijack a person during the time allocated for dreaming, and steal those precious moments for what ultimately amounts to unspeakably selfish means is irrefutably unforgivable.  There is no substitute for the right to experience the invaluable priceless resources found while spending a decent night uninterrupted by the plague of psychological assault that is robbing innocent people of such an experience that no one should be denied.
    Since the supposed popularity of these devious practices is so great, there would seem to be a sort of inescapable inertia attached to the propagation of their existence due to the effects of what psychologists once called mob mentality.  That is to say that if enough people believe earnestly that certain circumstances should come to pass, then the individual constitutions of an afflicted minority that are contrary to those of a group that significantly outnumber them are presumed insignificant and effectually ignored.  This gross oversight towards the universally respected inalienable rights of even a small number of worthy individuals is utterly despicable at the least, and if brought before an uncompromising judiciary body is certainly punishable to the fullest extent of the laws regarding human rights as put forth not only in The Constitution of the United States of America but also in very specific articles drafted by The United Nations to apply to similar circumstances around the world.

It seems like every day when I wake up, there is a regular pattern of events that I can hear outside my window.  The dogs bark.  The drive through restaurant loud speaker squawks.  The birds sing.  The traffic noise surges, and the police sirens wail, and perhaps an auto trumpets.  Then I hear the ancient elevator from down the hall through my locked door, and the faucet of my neighbor downstairs. begins to squeal it seems like every five or ten minutes.  It is all very annoying, mainly because there is nothing that I can do to prevent any of it; and also because these events seem to coincide with my waking only to dissipate later.  Consequently, I start the day feeling tired, frustrated, and disgusted.

To ease the discomfort, I soak for as long as possible in a warm bath to open and flush the pores followed by a period for singing heartfelt songs, and then a cool shower to rinse off any perspiration that might have lingered.  I then mind any accumulated housework that might require attention or study whatever literature might be at hand, and when I feel able, it is well to perform some physical conditioning such as stretching, yoga, or maybe a walk outside (weather permitting).

There was great fortune today in that fresh lettuce from the garden was ready for consumption, and I did just that with great joy and gratitude for such a blessing inconceivably fruitful.

In some undisclosed locations [possibilities below],  there are persons being held against their will.  There are possibly impostors or decoys making their ordinary lives seem uninterrupted by this fact.  Their friends and families know nothing of  the secret incarceration possibly due to the proliferation of inauthentic communications like email, text messaging, and cell phones.  A lot of us do not realize how easy it is -- especially for life long secret criminals -- to impersonate a character.  Whether it be written or spoken, a lot of us living sheltered lives go easily unaware of the accuracy of these impersonators who sometimes literally stand in for people that we have known forever and make us think they are safe when they are really in horrible misery.
 
Think of how little effort it would take for a small group -- or even one depravedly gifted person -- to find or create a hidden location impossible to both find and escape.  Furthermore, it is not impossible either for good people to lose contact with their social network under the guise of preoccupation elsewhere -- therefore making long periods gone by without communicating virtually unnoticed.  A pertinent moral for this story needs to be addressed right here at this very moment so that anyone who is just reading this without time to finish the whole thing sees it, and it is this: 

Keep In Personal Touch With The People You Love!  Do Not Settle For Petty Texts And Emails Which Could Easily Be Forged By Impostors.  Demand Positive Identification As Often As Possible. 

For those able to read further, pay close attention to these words, as I feel there are many people dangerously suffering even at this very moment.  Until we work together to offer every conceivable effort possible -- no matter how outlandishly improbable it may seem -- to safely and carefully infiltrate these deceptive 'anonymous islands' where arbitrarily disliked souls are tortured and suffer miserably without the possibility of their voices being heard.
 
This is only a circumspect possibility and not meant to encourage the existing of such or similar circumstances.

I have juggled these possibilities around briefly and the ball drops on 'not woodsy' 'too wet' 'not urban' and 'Washington - Oregon [read Lake Waterloo, Northern Saskatchewan Canada 24 August 2009]'  The only reason that I considered Washington and Oregon [or Lake Waterloo] is because I was watching a weather satellite map c. 24 July 2009 [and 24 August 2009] and noticed a curious shaped disturbance rotating one half clockwise, and the other counter clockwise against each other yet still connected.  When I juggled the Washington and Oregon balls this was the only pair where one did not fall before the other and I grew weary of them.  An unidentified voice confirms, "It is the secluded island beach (house) [still relevant 24 August 2009]."

Also consider locations most thought of as in plain sight like airports, shopping malls less urgent.  Where people get used to seeing the same routine over and over again and grow disaffected by false appearances and do not know that people are trapped not only by schemes and black-mail type situations but also  hypnotic devices like  rhythmic and musical trances which can lend a range of conditions  between totally numb and extreme pain while also including ill conceived though often highly effective but unjust forms of psychological conditioning. 

Find the Hidden.  Cure the Pained.  Ease the Duress.  Free the Doomed.  Save the Damned.

I live in a state subsidized one bedroom flat in a generic looking five level building that as such stands out like a sore thumb in this otherwise cozy residential inner city neighborhood.  The facade of the building all around is composed of pale uniform brick masonry, and the design is so flat, so plain, so square, that it is at first rather difficult even to identify the entrance as it blends in with the overall boxy unremarkable shape of the  structure itself.  I survive on the bare essential assistance provided to me by government welfare agencies for the mundane duties that I perform as a professionally invalid lunatic.  There is no reason to fear that I may at any given moment become immediately harmful or even disruptive, as I have been conditioned through behavioral, institutional, and even pharmaceutical methods to adamantly confide in the infallibility of obedience to those motivations that inspire a quite mediocre and tame disposition.  It also often goes without saying that financial limitations  keep a very short leash upon any notions that I might pursue that include anything more than localized, weak, and censored  efforts to express myself creatively to what must at most (according to available statistics) be a completely invisible and silent psychic audience who remain as yet formally unidentified.

I am informed only of that which is necessary to survive, and poorly so at that.  I significantly lack the common sense required to make any headway towards both a better life for myself and for those around me, assuming that such a dream is effectively possible.  My financial obligations to establishments that have and continue to loan funds towards my plight remain untended leaving my ability to borrow effectively extinct.  Therein is an example of a deficiency in my increasingly becoming transparent character which further confirms the already firm grounds for my status as mentally defective.  It is also further evidence of the behavioral controls under which I operate on a daily basis.  In the case that I should mismanage the tentative at best fiduciary means that are available to me, I am treated to an emotional guilt trip, so to speak, because I do not happen to be blessed with an infallible ability to consistently account for myself economically.  Thus, presumably as many others, I struggle to cultivate a life of freedom regardless of the diligent efforts to impede such an aim by the conventional system of trade in essential resources whose inertia over the evolution of civilization continues to be an almost inescapable force working against those, including myself, who wish to achieve the Utopian, albeit difficult in this space time continuum, goal of consciously and spiritually living a life immune to the frequent drawbacks of seemingly unnecessary complications along the way to a naturally simple as well as emotionally wealthy existence.

As one tentatively hypothetical informal solution theorizes, an inexhaustible resource is reportedly always available to every one in need.  That of course is the obviously invaluable assistance of other properly qualified individuals who are lacking in what others have while having in turn exactly what it is that those lack.  Upon initial analysis this may seem like an easily resolvable issue on account of the copious quantities of human beings on the planet.  However, there seems to be an ongoing subliminal scheme to keep exactly the parties whose immediate association would create an amazingly comfortable relief in and for the good of everyone around separated.  This plan seems to have begun long ago with so much foresight and attention to detail that it can not in any simple way be altered out of the bounds of its previously allotted providences that lend such a helpless predicament to those so inexcusably involved,  partially aware, and yet unable to make any effective shorter term alterations without upsetting the tenets of what is now only vaguely conceivable to such unjustly  under informed players of a plot outline whose effectiveness seems to be all the more powerful because of the relative obscurity of its intricate impropriety and consequential inequity.

Unidentified Silent Mediation

Somewhere between creation and application there seems to be a chasm inhabited by skeptically stubborn unsolicited criticism.  From where this abyss of unauthorized frustration arises remains as of yet indefinite.  There is neither formal announcement of its arrival nor such  indication of its sustained presence.

It often attempts to communicate only through unpredictably inconsistent latent telepathy which is probably as considerable an affront to certain amateur contentions as attempting to transmit anything to toward near or around it without the appropriate yet obscure provenance that is at best almost apparent though still impossibly required. 

The existence of such is not surprising in a society where anomie seems to increase when censured in its auspiciousness consequently elsewhere in an admittedly frustrating obfuscate manner.  Such an increasingly becoming more covert and from one perspective certainly irrational manner may lead ones so affected to question the verity of their entire existence altogether.  Especially for those who rely on feedback from other individuals presumably left stranded without the benefit of the material held incommunicado by this mysterious and lingering impediment that so confounds.

Examples include but are not limited to modifications to proprietary content without approval,  refusal to disclose original content to a general audience in a manner portended to be available and potently functional, and social subterfuge on the level of such legislative offenses as slander and libel.  The nature of these offenses also reach so far as to include invading the privacy of a United States citizen.  However, the nature of these aforementioned resistances also preclude any means of properly charging any guilty parties or even informally disclosing their existence as their identities remain occluded, and any other evidence besides perhaps this document of illegal behavior is extinct or at least effectively obscured by some sort of stealthy encryption technique inordinately beyond the ability of their subjects to decipher alone.

On considering a definition of real heroes, one might come to the realization that many of the trials or tasks of such are by their nature required to go without praise or even recognition for that matter.  For, if these truly selfless individuals were to either accept financial compensation or notoriety for their beneficence, that very result might render their heroic acts null and void.

Another realization might follow that takes into account the fact that a naive few observe lots of apparently worthless and erstwhile behaviors without the access to further information that may enlighten them to the essential nature of tasks that may seem on first impression to be invalid, but that upon further review of what is often fortunately obscured are discovered to be essential for the well being of all.

Spirite Incognite

We are sitting pleasantly on a smooth hard cold dense metal bus stop bench in the center of an urban metropolis.  The hour is midnight, and the terribly hot hellishly humid harsh summer day has given way to the cool, dark, and airy oasis of a peaceful evening. Within the gray concrete stillness of sidewalks and office towers that reach so high above our heads that we must cautiously lift our chins to the extent of their abilities in order to see the pinnacles of these gigantic, grave, dense monoliths dimly lit only by sparse lingering interior lights that have been left on against the serene darkness of the clearest night all season; our presence is yet the one element of prescient life evident here.

The welcome gentle breezes speak to us with playful dialogs that dance a comforting ballet against our exposed skin without a scent.  The intemperate glow of ultramodern precision lighting lends an ethereal ambiance to this idyllic setting.  We can naught but glow telepathically within as the moonlight reflects in and amongst the eerily still surfaces from so far away that the source of it can not even be seen at all.  Now we are primed to muse effortlessly in a sort of psychically lucid dream of which only we can have an integral experience.  It consists of aesthetic modifications of the articulate migration that will soon come to pass in, near, and around this place.  Our thoughts are respectfully and properly addressed by a mentally harmonic computational interface at an undisclosed location immune to all threats.

The office towers are now almost filled to their ultimate capacity with a solid cast iron alloy that is so dense that special measures must be taken to prevent the gravitational pull alone of it from impeding the endeavor.  Upon completely filling every cubic millimeter of empty interior space in this massive downtown area, an electromagnetic charge matrix will be applied to the entire complex rendering it an attractive coefficient so irresistible that  any affected life form within the programmable distance coordinates will be inevitably drawn to a specific position amongst the now desolate towers.  The individual positions will depend strictly upon genetic compatibility with details related to a current theory of everything and just compatibility with the space time continuum at each specific place and moment.

For now, though, residue from the nuclear fission of stars both distant and near gracefully reaches our souls as yet under privileged by the convention until the inception of it in our consciousnesses.  The effect of such cosmic interception is like the memory of seeing a meteor shower that is possibly remarkable all at once and also arises occasionally at times years, decades, and even lifetimes later (if their span is so definite).  The immediate consensus is that the communion between the astronomical entities and us is congenial at least, and certainly furthermore informative.  So, we meditate intellectually on the complex influx of metaphysical material associated with such a transaction and  genuinely feel the pleasantly desirably emotions simultaneously.

As for our whereabouts during the approaching institution of the aforementioned gravitational adjustments, we will be safe in a dutifully controlled environment of our own volition supervising the holistic welfare of those involved with the procedures.  Our mission is to maintain an equilibrium between the functionality of the project and the quality of life for the participants.  Instances from tonight are currently imprinting into our psyches in order to maintain tranquil and effective conditions throughout this permutational effort both for us while we see to the commodities, and in them as well while they are being seen to by us with what can at best be described as an unfamiliar experience in relation to the mostly blind perspective that many may have in approaching such an apparent anomaly in everyday life.