Say to yourself__
“There is something here worth saving.”
Life is not a foregone conclusion. The loser is not lifted until he stays his state of mind “Click, click, click.” Who can tell your story.
This rusty old machine
is digressing to a worst and last scenario. Reliving the dregs of the dreadnaught run.
“It’s an ever gathering storm.”
Switching back. Some things are looking brighter in the light of day Occidental conclusions of an oriental mind.__ Prejudicial preferences of one__ who confuses collections with reaping from the wine.
From the Da__Da__Da__world
of cliches:………. “I have to save my skin.” This is not practice__ This is the ” Real Thin ‘ .”
I am not contented.
It is not enough to dredge it up. To bring it out To regurgitate the senses.
No pointless play,
I will rebuild with the simplest of tenses. The glistening strength__ a thousand fold__ beyond, my old pretenses.
Make a stand.
To change it here, and deliver yourself to overcoming the fraud.
I’ve strained my ear to catch
the theme that originates from changing time and gear. Revolving in the present tense, I hide by changing elements. With no direction known__ I confuse myself with noise.
The hurtful heart reckons it is done.
When it lays hard and cold in the trenches. Pick it up and dust it off…. with the best of intentions. Eventually to act as one__ who really cares, if his acts, Are making any sense.
This is not an inconsequential act
of my own recompense. Not connected still: my sense silenced. My life in need of real.
To make sense now__
To seize the day. To learn my way, To earn my stay To harbor no ill__ will toward anyone.
Everytime a word is written, it
symbolises a thought or idea A credit to the brain. Does it add to my measure? Does it drain my life away?
Words like, ‘ therapy ‘,
‘collective of the unispheres’, or ‘Nazi’ are all, just what they seem. They, by themselves have a ‘keynote’ aspect. They tell a story in themselves.
I would take ‘Nazi’ out, and I could
do that right now,… But__ First, I want to say, I hate ‘Nazi’ themes, and every time I hear the word, I am revulsed. Begone with Nazi for ever and ever. Don’t forget the pain. Don’t forget the pain. Which they wrought __ Their hate.
Reject every and all aspects of this
Evil thing. Be gone with that effect. Love them. Hard to do.
Love theme
“the peacefullife” the quiet and joyful noise, music, students of the love of life__ The Art and Building of a better world. We (can) save ourslves from those who think we have fallen. Real action Love, Love, Love__ Emoting universal kindness and peace for everyone to believe, For real__humankind.
We are growing in our resolute way
The real world of love is coming. In many ways__ it is already here.
So, this is what, I am really about__
Nothing else will do. This is what __ I see. To be strong enough __ To believe in One’s self. To accept, that this is real. To start, to begin__ To not give Way.
After breaking in and changing
round, I’ve seen progress from last night ’til today. I feel, that what was happenstance, before, has become something to be recognized.
For more than one, the skin was strung
upon a passion found. With flowers round, he brought the sounds of light and day. I’d give this up,but it goes of it’s own accord. There is a reason for my void.
For one bloody day, I held
in sway, the skin, that holds me in. Truly thin, transparently so, it cradles my vast space and all my parts. A tiny package with every note__ focused in phase…. It moved without the limiting mind of personal self.
In a relaxed and peaceful stride
it ran toward all directions known. The pleasure of your company resolved the toil of my play.
To bring in everything that was
cast clearly__lit and honed.
Back to the cast
that fear brings__ In… I fought the waves and wind To be strong enough__ to prove my name, even when I was hurting Don’t feel sorry for yourself This is all in the past now. You proved it all, last night.
Get out of the way of your selves’
You are unified__you’re whole. No shame or blame is cast. No crying now, Ratify your existense.
It’s not enough to be only__ this shell
To crack and not break outright. What was before is no longer, then__ What is now is created, again and again.
I must claim this voice and rework
his valid truths. Till they are clear and beyond all doubt. The best that I can do.
While China slept,
the world did sleep. Each country kept it’s particular illusion. Each generation keeping it’s own counsel. They all think they are right. Real truth is not sold by corporation. Corporations, think__ They are the Trust.
Communist or Capitalist
West vs. East Vectors on the map. They are self limiting programs in demise. Morality is not their stock and trade. Of Western minds or antithesis… despot’ s dreams__ They have their own agenda. The protection plan What’s yours is mine. Th Protection scale. Those that have are always right. Everyone else is blessed by their poverty The lack of filthy lucre.
Speaking of proof
This is coming to a screaching halt……Chop, chop Snip,snip Before I go much under. This has been self- indulgent and possibly, very vulgar. I hope not too offend__only to open up to the new beginning__ that sweeps up, from behind… To begin again.
To recognize…I am leaner now in thought.
I am not the prey of my own conviction I am worthy of pity or respect. Changes were there. I worked today, even if you won’t see. I hardly made any dust, It is true.
I worked today,
I earned my way Love me for this, and say, ” good day ! “ “good day! ,” I say, Back to you.
” He cares about what matters”
Sometimes, just to find the space, To live, is just so very hard. I am not a drowning man. I own my vessel. Take responsibility for command. Don’t grab on and pull me down. I’m bailing out this ship, before the ghosts of prey__can circumvent my mind.
“You, over there “,….
the me that finds it hard to help__ “Your uneven oar is swamping my boat, with incredibly thoughtless conceit.” Disunitive, abrupt, and caustic thoughts…are Interruptions from your fear. ” Don’t let me do to myself, what I would not hear of, from you”
Accept in these, the sojourn, that
this forelorn dread has wrung. Discouraged by the lapping, arduous, waves of fear the mind, that hung itself__ for not believing In a faith so strong__ where honesty and truth and love__ prevail. What time has wrought, the journey done.
This is more than nothing.
It has to have it’s say To work out all the kinks If not today, then later today. If not today, then when?
It’s all the same time.
The paradoxical moment of truth. In place is now. In place is here. Everybody knows, It is Now Here. The covenant of Peace.
I know this__
I have not let go. This is the way, I stride today. It came to me to relax and allow. It is creation being found in the act of mind and hand and heart. A soulful longing for my better self, that is always hiding in the eaves.
I’ve learned a lot__
Thought is an overall collective. Left unstrung, it flops about and too easily comes undone. Hopefully, today, I gathered up my iniative to survive the downs and lows and sub standard piles of crap I always seem to gather.
I have the gleaning powers
of a garbageman. I will sit and listen to the same news story over and over again. Truth be told, I’m a sucker for the daily life. and the trouble it can bring.
Then I went off on some
diatribe about crappy attitude and the non healing linear mind. Can’t remember what I did wrong. I’m not going to be mad I’m going to be real. “If that’s all there is, my friend, then let’s keep dancing” Miss Peggy Lee, singer of the song.
Go about your work
And leave undone the actions of malice. The cure exists as Love.
Love is all there ever was.
Love has to be The rest is undone and without a thought. Remembering itself__for it’s own existence.
A new stage will come in me this day.
I will flow with love and all of it’s intention. Love is all I will feel, and all that I see. Over and over, I strive to see and feel__ You are seeing me in peace and hopeful Go now into the day and Be Real. Love is Kind Help out.
Trust the Rust-1985-
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This is the beginning of a new day for me. I will now be a presence on the web. I have been reading blogs from the beginning and I have a great regard for all who are truthful and responsible. I was young once and now I am older. Call me ordinary but I hold out hope for our good end...I am reaching out for my beginnings and my end.Thankyou and goodnight. your humble servant Ulric Hubert Rainard
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Prospects Abridged
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