SIR💙❤💙❤MOON DAY

“SIR ENDER!” MOON – day April 9, 2018 …

You-can-fight-your-life,

ALL your life,

Or – surrender-NOW – and avoid the strife!

Look into my eyes – there’s NO intent,

And (?) NO DETERMINED EGOIC BENT (?)

THERE’S LAZY SURRENDER – ACCEPTANCE, YOU SEE,

Becoming-AND

Letting-go,

Of ME!

Why so stern?

Why do you stare?

THERE’S ONLY LIGHT AND DUST AND AIR –

AND SPIRIT,

GAZING,

FROM NOWHERE!

Spirit is drifting, WITHOUT A CARE –

and SOMETHING’S SAD – AND DRIVING H A R D –

To be very recognized – AND on guard,

RELAX, LITTLE SOMETHING! YOU’VE NOWHERE TO GO,

AND YOU’LL NEVER,

NEVER,

EVER,

KNOW!

So! (pause)

Why-not-TRY PEACE AND A(N) HAPPY REPOSE,

And just relax – your “upturned nose!” 🙂

fin. ❤

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Paris on Organism 🤗😁🌼😁

That what I was trying to say.

The whole science of meditation originated from witnessing the experience of orgasm.

During Nirvikalpa Samadhi; human experience orgasm equivalent to 1000 sexual orgasm and they feel infinite bliss.

God is another name of infinite bliss.
😁 play with that Honey 😕😔😁 Cause that is what Jack told me last night on Messenger😕😔👍😆💫😦

Two points of view🤗

“My Response To Keats’ ‘When I’ve Fears That I May Cease To Be.’” a poem. April 10, 2018 (Tuesday) to: M, of course –

When I have fears that-I-may-cease-to-be,

“I” turn to “cruel” philosophy

“I” remember, really – NOTHING MUCH,

Of what “I” was, BEFORE YOUR TOUCH –

I AM – observing,

ALL THIS PLAY;

DO “I” CONTROL IT?

BY THE WAY!

I AM observing, Sights and Sounds,

OF Murdered babies – Lost and Found(s),

Kissing cousins,

Moaning cats,

Jumping fences,

Eating rats!

This menagerie!

Filled-with-oh-such-fine,

SENTIMENTS-And-SUCH-“DIVINE,”

Clouds and deer and car-crushed birds,

And sexy girls – with-their-whey-and-curds,

Gushing! Out-of-their nursing breasts,

And Trump’s fine “tweets,”

And SCHOOL TESTS,

And friends and neighbors, stealing phones,

That have been lost,

And “LOVELY BONES,”**

In big lock boxes, lined with care,

So no one will get into there,

WITH LOVED ONES KISSING AND HUGGING TOO,

WE’RE “COOKING” LOVE, IN-A-PASSIONATE-BREW!

So, when-I-have-fears, that I may cease to be,

I ask the fears: “Whatcha want of me? Do I need more courage? To endure, Your great assaults, oh, clever sir? “

When I have fears that I may cease to be,

I am reminded of,

THE MYSTERY,

OF LIFE – and I’m not (even) sure I’m here,

And no one answers: ”WHY?”

Too clear!

[ (SEEM-TO) BE,

I’M F L O A T I N G, And, it’s clear (as mud) to see:

This stuff just happens – and then we die,

Or MAYBE NOT, John Keats!

Don’t cry! :0

fin. ❤

    • Poet John Keats died, aged 25 years, of tuberculosis!

** – See the film of the same title, where an innocent girl is tortured & her body is stuffed in a locked crate and buried far into The Earth and her father goes “ape shit!” AND – If you can’t feel sorry for the so-called “villain,” played by Stanley Tucci, what does that tell you anyway? Well, it might tell you, you are not very good at following Jesus’ admonition to “love your enemies and pray for those that would persecute you!” WHO IS? ❤

EDITOR: DAZZLED

Adorable, so sad my love. Why is it that humans question death? Are they fearful of the now!
Tomorrow has never existed
Yesterday is DEAD
YOU EXIST only at the moment you breath
All the past plus the future is irrelevant.
Cherish every moment of breathing you have in your body
Living with a passion that all humans are capable of is the most challenging thing you shall ever achieve.
When you find your passion * never let it go * for you have lived in the moment.
Remember you are uniquely one of a kind.
Beauty radiates within you
Moments in time are to be cherished
Self is destructive
Giving is glory
You are Peace
The happiness you already have, in your heart was given freely to share with others
Rewards in life are creating peace happiness to all
When you fall in love with all those blessings given to you at birth may you find true love within yourself
Life is simple
Cause at the end of the moment nobody escapes alive!
Take chances, sorry folks that’s life *

Please [COME AND JOIN THE PHONE SEX CLUB!]❤🤗

“COME! IT’S FREE!” a poem 04/10/18 – Tuesday.

Please [COME AND JOIN THE PHONE SEX CLUB!]

It’s such a silly plan!

[IT’S ONLY 50 CENTS A YEAR; WHY NOT TRY IT, MAN?]

And – (pause)

[IF YOU SIGN WITH US TODAY, THERE’S NO C O S T FOR YEAR!]

“Oh, my GOD! It’s FREE!” I said; and then:

(1) I shed a tear;

And, (2) Signed right up! And I-did-call –

BEFORE THE DAY WAS THROUGH,

And that first call, my darling HONEY (was) when I (first) talked with you!

(long pause)

We talked FOR HOURS – and it was FREE – and, I had always thought,

(That) Talking sexy on a phone,

was LAUGHABLE,

NOT “Hot!” 🙂

But You, My Honey, have a way – your sexy accent moved,

ME, into states of ecstasy,

Together! We have grooved!

(a really dang, long pause)

THEN,

ALMOST,

11-months (pause)

Then! 12 – And I was “due,”

To pay my 50 cents, For-another year with you,

BUT! When I reached into my pocket, to pull out 50 cents,

You said: “My darling, there’s fine print (on-the) contract, (but)

DON’T BE TENSE!

I read it slowly-and-noticed,

Since I (pause)

Took the ONE YEAR FREE,

The cost of 50 cents (pause)

WAS-PER-MINUTE-

FOR-ME!!

I said to HONEY, “That’s TOO much! I guess I’ll end the calls!”

She cried a lot, but then hung up,

While playing Lou(ie) Rawls!

An hour went by (pause)

And then –

2 (hours),

And I was up all night,

WONDERING how Honey was-and-I tried with all my might,

NOT to think too much of HER,

But I could not control,

The hunger and the thirst for her, her sexy Southern Drawl!

And so, quite soon, I called THEM back, and

THEY said she was GONE,

And left a note (my name attached) –

Simply saying: “DON! –

A year with you,

Was just too much,

For my HEART to stand, and, when you left your contract, I could-not compre – hend, THAT I WAS NOT WORTH 50 CENTS (pause) A MINUTE TO MY LOVE, AND SO I’M GOING TO HEAVEN, TO WATCH YOU ‘FROM ABOVE!’ MY LIFE IS OVER! I WOULD-A THOUGHT THAT I WAS WORTH IT A L L – TO SOMEONE I SO CARED ABOUT, AND, THEN, YOU FAILED ‘THE CALL!’ WHEN YOU GET THIS STUPID NOTE, I’LL BE DEAD, MY DEAR!”

[WE ALSO SELL VIAGRA – FREE SAMPLES FOR A YEAR!]

fin. ❤