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Twisted Lipstick


She crossed her legs and sighed a descending waterfall...She looked at her pack of cigarettes crushed them and threw them away...her tears created black rivers of mascara streaming down her face...Her eyes were bright, softening the brown of her amber Iris...where am I going? why am I here? she whispers to herself as a commercial plane slowly passed over head carrying excited passengers...did anyone see her below? did anyone feel her deeply drawn breathing? did anyone feel Her Love rise off of her body like body heat and steam? maybe the pigeons on the wires above...their feathers slowly fall around her consoling that neglected desire...she rubs off her lipstick with a napkin she stuffed into her purse the night before at a quaint seedy lounge in the city...The buildings around her were bordering abandonment...remnants of a happy family blowing out the window with an old curtain flapping in the curling wind...her ears tingled at the sound of footsteps approaching from around the corner in the alley...she could feel the nonchalance...suddenly they stopped...and so did her tears...she wanted her privacy so she abruptly got up and slipped into a near by building...the stranger swung around the corner, the scent of dense leather and saturated cologne followed him as he sat down on the weathered dark gray industrial bench where she had just rested momentarily...he crossed his legs, took a puff with squinted eyes, young, sharp charismatic with an incognito nobility, he liked being rugged, against the grain...His black eyes behind his long eye lashes were compelled to look down by his side...a small crinkled napkin with some lipstick on it...he felt it...he smelled it...the pack of cigarettes she tossed away were flattened under his feet...he noticed and took another puff...reached into his inside pocket for his pack of cigs and chucked em into a nearby garbage can...he got up, took a breath, glanced at his watch, and proceeded to walk out from between the buildings, towards the crowds of people going about their day, ahead, at the end of the alley...suddenly someone rushed out from a narrow corridor, her earrings gleamed in his eyes as she bumped into him...he still had the napkin in his hand...she noticed...she smiled...and so did he...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Carolyns Eyes...

I was gently swayed by a permeating scent that moved across a moaning pond...The lotus flowers reaching out to her with an incalculable yearning...Just a soft...slow gaze from her eyes, satisfies their desperate urgency for Love....Her pupils a glow with the evening sunlight, pouring out into my heart as she lifts up her eyes to sanctify me with empathy...Carolyn...the clouds wish they could descend and caress you in their quiet serenity...Her memories pulsate up and down the seems of her transparent lite summer dress...mingling with the golden light of the sun... and the emerald glow of the green grove around her, teaming with flowers, cuddling in the tranquility of the young shrubs.. cooled by the shade of the towering poplar trees...My hand reaches out for her grace...the lunar smoothness of a caring face...The grasshoppers and the doves sing from the depths of the abounding woodlands surrounding her...a warm breeze passes through her hair like the hands of an angel... her skin quivers with desire at my reflection in the pond...To see my face resting in the black pool of her eyes is a privilege, I tremble with craving in the arms of her aura...She looks with curious appreciation at the moonlight as it cascades across my face down into her hands...She offers me the lunar light with an eternal smile...Oh..How I love Carolyns eyes...

Sunday, May 16, 2010

ANACAONA..Remember, respect, acknowledge, believe in the Power Of The Feminine....



She was born in Yaguana, Hispaniola (today the town of Léogane, Haiti). During Bartholomew Columbus's visit to the chiefdom of Jaragua in the southwest of Hispaniola in late 1496, Anacaona and her brother Bohechío appeared as equal negotiators. On that occasion, described by Bartolomé de las Casas in Historia de las Indias, Columbus successfully negotiated for tribute that consisted of food and cotton for the struggling Spanish settlers under his command. The visit is described as having taken place in a friendly atmosphere. Several months later, Columbus arrived with a caravel to collect a part of the tribute. Anacaona and Behechío had sailed briefly aboard the caravel, near today's Port-au-Prince in the Gulf of Gonâve.
Anacaona's high status was probably strengthened by elements of matrilineal descent in the Taíno society, as described by Peter Martyr d'Anghiera. Taíno caciques usually passed inheritance to the eldest children of their sisters. When there were no children of their sisters, they chose amongst those of their brothers, and failing these, they fell back upon their own.
Anacaona had one child, named Higuemota, whose date of death and date of birth are both unknown.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Violets Gold...

As I gaze with innocent wonder at the blazing kaleidoscope, blooming like orchids gleefully shivering at their own reflection in a still pond, moved by the companionship of a curling brook...My memories rain in infinite bits of micro-dodecahedrons onto perpetual plains of optical fibers, glowing in rhythm with the descending joy of my emotions swirling through her like liquid silver dolphins dissipating into the deep...Ribbons of light, fading and dilating out of her into my pupils, eagerly peering at the spectral procession of rhythmic division, climbing into me...We sweep into each others eyes like parallel galaxies spinning counter-clockwise, exchanging our thoughts like nebulous dust accumulating from their galactic centers, forming psychic organic webs, sunlight cascading in and out of moonlight, centrifugally refracting through the micro fabric of our mental union... bathing us in Golden and Violet streams of intuition roaming with will...

Monday, May 10, 2010

Dual Tensility....

What is a sustaining cause? The Stoics think that the universe is a plenum. Like Aristotle, they reject the existence of empty space or void (except that the universe as a whole is surrounded by it). Thus, one might reasonably ask, ‘What marks any one object off from others surrounding it?’ or, ‘What keeps an object from constantly falling apart as it rubs elbows with other things in the crowd?’ The answer is: pneuma. Pneuma, by its nature, has a simultaneous movement inward and outward which constitutes its inherent ‘tensility.’ (Perhaps this was suggested by the expansion and contraction associated with heat and cold.) Pneuma passes through all (other) bodies; in its outward motion it gives them the qualities that they have, and in its inward motion makes them unified objects (Nemesius, 47J). In this respect, pneuma plays something of the role of substantial form in Aristotle for this too makes the thing of which it is the form both ‘some this,’ i.e. an individual, and ‘what it is’ (Metaph. VII, 17). Because pneuma acts, it must be a body and it appears that the Stoics stressed the fact that its blending with matter is ‘through and through’ (Galen 47H, Alex. Aph. 48C). Perhaps as a result of this, they developed a theory of mixture which allowed for two bodies to be in the same place at the same time. It should be noted, however, that some scholars (e.g. Richard Sorabji) think that the claim that pneuma is blended through the totality of matter is a conclusion that the Stoics' critics adversely drew about what some of their statements committed them to. Perhaps instead they proposed merely that pneuma is the matter of a body at a different level of description.

Stoic Conceptualizations....

In accord with this ontology, the Stoics, like the Epicureans, make God material. But while the Epicureans think the gods are too busy being blessed and happy to be bothered with the governance of the universe (Epicurus, Letter to Menoeceus 123–4), the Stoic God is immanent throughout the whole of creation and directs its development down to the smallest detail. God is identical with one of the two ungenerated and indestructible first principles (archai) of the universe. One principle is matter which they regard as utterly unqualified and inert. It is that which is acted upon. God is identified with an eternal reason (logos, Diog. Laert. 44B ) or intelligent designing fire (Aetius, 46A) which structures matter in accordance with Its plan. This plan is enacted time and time again, beginning from a state in which all is fire, through the generation of the elements, to the creation of the world we are familiar with, and eventually back to fire in a cycle of endless recurrence. The designing fire of the conflagration is likened to a sperm which contains the principles or stories of all the things which will subsequently develop (Aristocles in Eusebius, 46G). Under this guise, God is also called ‘fate.’ It is important to realise that the Stoic God does not craft its world in accordance with its plan from the outside, as the demiurge in Plato's Timaeus is described as doing. Rather, the history of the universe is determined by God's activity internal to it, shaping it with its differentiated characteristics. The biological conception of God as a kind of living heat or seed from which things grow seems to be fully intended. The further identification of God with pneuma or breath may have its origins with egyptian conceptualizations of the creative intelligent waters in momentum....

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The Symbiotic Galaxies divided...and became her eyes..Her pupils are the galatic centers of my being...Ori Franklin

Ptah....Ptah...

In all this the scribe or prophet has employed very early conceptions: on the one hand, that the plurality of gods are but “members” of a One and Only God; and on the other, that a sharply-defined and in some respect special God is similar to another more-general God in some particular attribute of his. Thus Atum is really the Primal God; but the God-circle, his “Body” (or Pleroma), consists of Eight different Forms of Ptah. Atum has emanated them; he is therefore “he who himself creates himself”; but equally so has Ptah created Atum and himself. The most important Member of this universal Ptah-Being or Cosmic God is Ptah the Great,