I have placed my olive branch within a glass case
I held it exposed to the elements but it is not safe to take it out now
It grows, humidifies the insides and condensation breeds, tears rolling on the surface
NAR June 2020
Ordained crime against the heart
Today, I had the most toxic of experiences, where ego and entitlement buried behind the cause most pressing of our concerns; showed itself with deliberate obfuscation. It spat upon me.
Not meant to name it specific. No, now it isn’t time.
I have confronted, stared down the violent use of hypocrisy repeatedly, for this is what the monied, the mobbed and miscreant pass between each other of tactic; up allegiance to misconstrue, as a skewed, scatter pattern. A conceit commonly uses by ordained crime against the heart; those with unjust influence drain the life’s blood. The insincere bloated Dia-tribal-schism seeks to rile, to exploit the message of the true.
It did wring me out today, and there again, I regain in the refrain only due to repeating a cycle to heal by resilience, the strength in my care for the humane remains. Rising among the despots amongst us, it cannot diminish cause, but where allowed.
” I mean, Jesus; come on, talk a bleeding heart liberal.” NAR FEB 3rd, 2017
SWEET CHOCOLATE JEWISH JESUS
Piece created by Jun Jun Montelibano
More of Jun Jun’s amazing art can be seen on his facebook page
A concept for branding based on a re attribution in fact of historical Jesus .
Branding was devised at the first Sundial Orchestra East coast performance whilst I improvised, convening with the higher spirits onstage at Norfolk’s Tap-house. A theme song was written after by yours truly, and arranged with A.Sleeper
To Savor For Us All.
Fine chocolate ,fashion & social justice
Forsaking the essence of honor
The greatest crimes are committed by disloyalty. Those who have nothing more than deceit make the most gains by disgrace of the sacred. You cannot get to the truth without going straight through the cackle of cowards and their voices can cause irreparable harm to the conscientious objector. An extenuating circumstance done over and again will make the fact disputable for those who have the resource to play off, they can pay 12 lying voices to disdain the victim until at last they are called criminal…..
In-Just-Us
Our symbol of the woman weighing scales with a blindfold. She is like a stripper, if you have enough money to slip her you can undress her
Madam of the Asset
It was the way she wanted it, the warrant she wanted exhumed from the matter. Fact was irrespective in her mind at that time and when the lie drew blood, she was sickly pleasured. Like a tattoo’s tool, an ornament on Bubby’s soul; the long lost cousin.
The undone friend
Never to release the thing or purge she was left with those times when she was by herself or with him, the man who came in between when tapped and stretched the thing to cumbersome proportions, getting the in-sects
all too willing to further taint and swarm, like a church gossip mill making sandwiches in the open sun; attracting the oft of kind to feed.
What principal could have produced, how it would have by design, predicated the good tiding rather than oppose the greater extent?
I came with mind full of promise and bounty dispensed a specific higher calling the clipping of their will halted this defined intent.
These messes are covered over and irreverent chides cloud these points of light, for a time..
I muster up all the pity of the fool’s victory when I cut my ideal from the work and renew path to completion because only the truth will realize;
the other portrayal runs for cover.
We are just trying to get out from under the midst of the wrong controls with the standing we are all susceptible; though a sum is worth more to some than others.
Torment of the asset
Seems you can get anyone conceivable to do anything, until they are found out, and then it is always drastic last fail.
The assets on a losing streak more willing now to do whatever it takes to make it break.
She was found out walking through-out, attempting the victim for casting directors or lead officers in this life. She could not bring down the heart, this blood, the mark.
It is a world of humble steps and with them you can still manage to catch despair from hands of a former friend who knows someone who wants the better of you, and they are willing, behind eight ball… To have you undone.
Those moments you show so much life in your eyes would be the biggest mistake in envy.
They always owe someone, and though you find at times you’re disillusioned, you remember there is a whole lot of come-up on and you pretty much can’t see until you are on top of it.
Just a bit too late and you are sent reeling, remember this; resilience is a finely tuned dark minor cord that we bend our ear to because what moves us is not what is used to.
I felt ease when the wind blew me down. I felt in pieces drenched in a cut of rain; I fell to portions. My sides let out, and when morning became, I recur.
I may not give up!
I’ve forgiven in my own ; far and away.
The vantage of those in parts that never come together in their own will, still and are pictorial as broken cups; water poured, then trickles escaping through cracks to spread onto table lost by atmosphere. Synapses, taking stride but the hand won’t move. A thought that can’t get passed.The soul won’t abide the waste.
So she like them remain in fracture until further from self.
Disillusion all en mass, together create an apparition of completeness.
A smaller child, the inner who believes to see a landscape shown through in reflecting glass, an attempt to walk into that which he distinguishes. Forehead stopped still, till eyes see through the actual partitioned portions of blocked life.
The innocent stretches before the knowledge of pain . In what is, and after.