Eduardinhingstanzas as stalking masterpieces

Forbearance-Will-Intent

Seeing it all be-ings

Iraq's Vietnam (King's Riverside Church Address recollected)

I knew that America would never invest the necessary funds or energies in rehabilitation of its poor so long as adventures like IRAQ continued to draw men and skills and money like some demonic, destructive suction tube. So I was increasingly compelled to see the war as an enemy of the poor and to attack it as such.

As I have walked among the desperate, rejected, and angry young men, I have told them that Molotov cocktails and rifles would not solve their problems. I have tried to offer them my deepest compassion while maintaining my conviction that social change comes most meaningfully through nonviolent action. But they asked, and rightly so, "What about IRAQ?" They asked if our own nation wasn't using massive doses of violence to solve its problems, to bring about the changes it wanted. Their questions hit home, and I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today: my own government. For the sake of those boys, for the sake of this government, for the sake of the hundreds of thousands trembling under our violence, I cannot be silent.

A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.

There is nothing except a tragic death wish to prevent us from reordering our priorities so that the pursuit of peace will take precedence over the pursuit of war. There is nothing to keep us from molding a recalcitrant status quo with bruised hands until we have fashioned it into a brotherhood.

We shall boldly challenge the status quo and unjust mores, and thereby speed the day when "every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain."

We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood-it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, "Too late." There is an invisible book of life that faithfully records our vigilance or our neglect. Omar Khayyam is right: "The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on."

We still have a choice today: nonviolent coexistence or violent coannihilation.

Nova Canaã ya Colinbrie's villa d' Alcaroubim

Snips and snails and pain as every prophet in her house effect-ing:

We wake people.

Outside New Canaan

"Though the swine be cloven-footed,
yet he cheweth not the cud;
he is unclean to you."

Leviticus 11:7

Politics of the USA towards Persia made Past ("Creed, OK vidências")

I ran ("I needed to see it happen..."):

...(fieldworks of fire)

...(postelemental allignments)

...(coil meet-ing corpses)


I ran the self that pretend to name a 'country' conjugate-ing run-ing while in brackets performing the death metal riff statement of ever Christian crossing neon genesis evangelion suggestions:..




_______________________________________qalb note:

a trace (-) is also a minus (-) but always a matter of detachment(s)

Flops of Dew (Advertise)

Informally forgotten as if to take them alone were kind'a, well, ya know, setting the scening with standards tal, guess the mood connections' (the mood connectors obliging mnesic extensions with that alter accents) swelling ground purposes moving it, more than a came and going to reckon & to recall to!.. Onto? Flips of dew, certainly, sure we got it mispelled, but, see, that's what the title about and for, so, some eventual conduct we have here! The circle, oh, the circus
...

isto não sendo a cor uma propriedade intrínseca dos actantes

Passing Over (Sinais dos Tempos)

Directivas sacrificiais

(-)(")Temper the wind to the shorn lamb(")



mas não me olhes com olhos de carneiro mal morto

Sett(l)ing after The Day That Was

sobra o propósito
de propósito
( - não foi de propósito)

as medidas
aquele equilíbrio
passado

por quadras ternas
(trementes pernas)
dadas

- aos esquecidos
lembranças portas
(cortas)

- se somas e segues
e tornas e partes
escalas

rebentando, (arrebentando
'te nas bentas
métricas)

fitas létricas
ad ignoto ego
(prego, prego).

Easter and The Day of The Dead Quo Vadis

Bass Seeking sms [...]

Comunicar é pör em
comum; Vendo a
polissemia do
desphase (de
desphases)..e os
accounts, Se é
sempre sentido, [se] Hà
que dormir ainda [...:]
[se...what matter what?] Haja intento,
vontade [...]

Lay Lies

Título: tens filme
Legendas? não há
Movimento - sendo
Existente, vendo
Tiras e circo



P.,P. (Pós, Poeiras) - Mentes entre dentes