The date today is Anoque Adami `6022 | Anoque Domin' `2018; August Third. / Update `6022 | A' D' `2018; August 3 r'd.
An Eventual activity production of the organization shall focus, upon the mining and development - of natural beauty health source Element, or sub Element, or sub Element particle which is found occuring in an original form / the actual "out of this world" natural resource materials requisite _ or and essential to the same. However at this time the approximate date of the material development is not yet ascertained.
... In the mean time, be our guest and read a few light verses of original poetry prose poem or and proem.
You.
You are your question, and your answer.
Proverb
Be what you are most easiest, because that is what you shall be most often.
Saying
He whom wishes wealth need only be his merchant self.
`2003 April thirteenth p' m' / p' t'
Poem..
The Dark Dawn of Reason - or Colour Democracy Dark! or Seven questions / One answer.
I shall recall you as sure, as certain, as the awakening sand, is cradled within the early brush of each wind bound to higher truth.
To few are strengths within sweet innocents' arsenal. Too delicate the gentle truth of all caring mothers' suckling all learning children. To kind the proper light of Great Eternal natures' yield which - untiring, unfailing though appointed - illumines the obscure sense of deepening space. Too lenient then is judgement bribed - made worse in calumny awry - in speaking a coarse sentence to history nigh. Not one breath of fresh spring wet, nor comfort arrayed for meaner day shall now ascent to futures' generous stooping where were budding tender secrets in flower, in fruit, and in nut eschewing allay. Not two pairs of any sort shall find assuaged, perplexing query amidst grove or course, or new found quarry. Not three points upon any place now may "surely" rest content so to welcome touted - though now quite known they; profane vulgar miscreant masked - time weary instance rejoined of infinite pulse. Not four season comings could care for baser things though driven upon a creators' wing than doth usurp, bribe, and simonize.
Untoward, neither shown nor meant, though worse of leviathan ignorance, does swifter shadow disgorge unhorse nudge away, they those mal-adroit god betraying lemming looking gerfalcon prey. Over chasm moraine cliff and falls though evermore in echo of wiser summer dry. So thus doth become formed - out of her last worn vail - the vexilogic pennant banner flag in colour radiant bright above worlds' maturing men.
I took up my armes and there lay upon the earth to slay - the prey. Though they were my fellow man, the situation was far from planned. Before they awoke at days' new dawn my submachine gun peeled its' spawn. A time stood still save for the hum of thirty caliber rounds, racing past the sun. A shout, a scream, a confused sound. Though well in hand and to the ground they each were then. But for a while captured whole and told to smile. So having served of duty weigh we then set off for another day. The night became more dark than black and oh so quiet - like grain in a sack. Though it was victorious by light ... now my tracer rounds to last a fight. From within my mound thick bunker turned each cardinal point in sweat, I realized the hot humming bore until its' metal sung in harmony with what was to us no more. It can be done of air or shore.
Light Beyond Night
Even when I try to turn from sunlight -
toward some star -
the nature of things compells my mind,
to set my far reaching craving for a place beyond, the night. So then I wonder to my self but not confused in fact,
Does this mean I should think upon time or now just act? To most a quandary at the least,
this muse of wit a thing no visual shape doth then reclaim. Yet while both night and light in dark slow fusing do quite fade anew
I find the wisdom to take a somber solace in you.
Opus Primus
By
Stephen Diamond
They say he is the one, I know, I am more.
When it comes and we are done, you will see why I deplore the false divine supreme.
Of mine I am the ultimate being.
Doubt my statement and I shall search your words.
Would you believe me king if at first my name were heard?
No.
No, oh no, you are not really lost.
As long as you can hear your own thoughts' echo ... you must be between two somewheres someplace.
Gretalina
By
Stephen Diamond
Even autumn is light while a soft blue cloud does pause to behold the first full day. Snow of rain in quiet silent spring unto each flowering leaf doth dew hold fast. Spring the warm time period of antique fame now yet arisen from Prima Vera safe. Prima Vera, Eternal flowering joy yet praised by a monarch in flight. Embrace the spirit within you. Love is good. How fine the lime scent is - of the tree leaf pedal flower and fruit amidst aire loving nature. Now does the scent of peach at dawn quench a waking field, in thirst of coming mist. Silent is her pause in winged flight to then fro, up now then down ... The humming bird makes of time a note. Wet from one shallow depth to another, Each water rainbow fish may leap in search of the hovering mist. Poised amidst rose hued groves at dusk drawn day she bounds in a skip and leap to her yet waking fawn.
I Fly Through Your Life
I Fly through your life, on the wings of your dreams. I give you tomorrow as yesterdays' waste. Your life has been written, tomorrow is spent in syrup sounds, pouring from every there and where. On an Island alone in a dance of life - death, a guillotine tolls between each breath. While strains and pains now numb, twist bend pull and bow - to a throne of darkness where silence reignes, a fever of wishes wants and needs. With whips of laughter...upon each deed.
Hazy Night
By
Stephen Diamond
Hazy night glassy eyed grounded objects seem to fly. Life goes up, Time goes down. Which is death - now ground? Funny are the things I see, though I know they should not be. Morbid state, 'cannot escape this wretched hell that is my fate. They say he is the one, I know, I am more. When it comes and we are done,
you shall see why I deplore the false divine supreme.
Of mine I am the ultimate being. Doubt my statement and I shall search your words. Would you believe me King if at first my name were heard?
Sky Pollution Blues
By
Stephen Diamond
I do not know where, I am going. I do not know where, I stand. I do know that, I am spinning - turning around, and around. And sometimes the sky looks as though, it is the ground.
Daedulus or Phaeton
By
Stephen Diamond
Daedulus or Phaeton ... The gods now do debate.
Not four millenium ago past upon Asia Minor vast. Thus had Daedulus his wondrous vision wrought.
Even though he in high certain workings true prevailed, his erring son found to stray - became amelt into a Bay.
Whilst far off, and far higher, the gods' own son; dashing Phaeton bent of dreams to soar at speeds charging his fathers' chariot across the great sky, and greater skies too - did stray alone to falls' seed.
But hi ho fast forward that moment when - as proven sure, as sin - that other next famous pilot skipper of poorer men was slain for winging phonetic prophecy, as he was hung between two worse wandering thieves.
Upward then do priests' prayers interpose 'twain inevitable flowing events bound to eternal trials of waxing good and waning bad.
Each enchantment meant to either forbid or forewarn, of joy or sad.
Now it is all up to me, to praise or punish as I judge fathers' sons whose hearts and minds no longer speak glory to the candles' glow its' humble secret soft.
Rather late grows gentle mens' fate. The Gods now do debate.
Thieves Are Caught
By
Stephen Diamond
Reactions whisper softer than deception. Once too often that upon my inalienable portion of simple pleasures, I found ... my goods are not there. God, though they were - secure behind shut doors, latched panels locked portals, 360 digrees around ... they're gone! impossible. Somebody has stolen away, my modest meek tender adored treasures. Such valued things which time hath wrought, oh woe is my lot. After I studied worked saved earned shopped selected and bought. The sunset today hath purchased nought.
But worse ... now charity, now poor, now weak, now sick, now beleaguered shall each one - every needing soul though good enough, be rendered undone. And all because that evil conniving sneak - lower than sinful misanthrope, has gluttoned obsessed its' need and feet.
Clues shall learn; thieves are caught.
Was no one witness, does no one forebear, forestall or forewarn?
Forest all.
What of coifs shorn to praise rights fought?
Quietude Revised
By
Stephen Diamond
Now is it trickery, or is it not? If selfish noble wisdom A virtue couched in pride, defiant of lesser failure somehow certain East, A Know-no-Evil history reconciles to space Divine. The knoweth-no-tamer time neither bears a rhythm nor rhyme But rides in so far that every creature either does expire - or soon learns to spell. Simple is the Lord Maker god defined power Mighty albeit whose potential remains Greatness as actions actual A truth - now found the chief-most mantled prize surmounted Upon historic senses fast perceiving. Quality chosen whole in lust awakens desire Through wanton pleasure lite. And all the while quietude does listen of balanced wholesome love.
Metaphores And Allegories
By
Stephen Diamond
Acrostic as well omnipotent is the radiant dawn. For whether I am hither thither or nigh its' star is never gone.
Listen to its' burning bright beginning beyond brilliance The orchestral sound of its' gamut array glow Does it not become the dance within its' blow?
Silence is its' raiment, the great nature we call space Though because, and too, for of certain reasons give Awakened unto are natal babes, weariness are their race.
Only that this earth is older than the sun, which Bouyant beams, firstly in that it is further from, In distance the craddle of earliest dreams.
The Twin Habit
By
Stephen Diamond
There was once a creation Beheld by all So stirring was its' presence That everyone fell. Some fell up, and some fell down, why Some even fell around. Now those who fell up are flying. Those who fell down are lying still...still, While those who fell around are singing and dancing, just having a thrill. It was in middle earth we met... I'm sure.Then off we swam to venutia pure I wore blue flame, you wore red Then danced we did... just forgetting our heads And all our friends back in middle earth Who were still in bed Dreaming of things to come... The singing, the dancing Especially the fun.
Nancy in Dubai
By
Stephen Earle Diamond
The lawns in Every land - grow green in rain. Though not a heart is turned from red. In the land of Holland one looks to find an Easter egG. In the land of Milk and Honey, one looks to find the Other Side. In the land of deserts one looks to find East-er water. Though in the land of God one only looks to find, The warmth of a wish.
Even In Autvmn
By
Stephen Earle Diamond
Like each seen sun weight waits a concubine wife or and mistress to wide space, and so doth beget Time The child of Two Eternal Folk. Even when Spring time doth not yield one floral color for known reason. Or when the Summer heat is washed beyond warm in some dry wind. And when each Autvmn tree leafless turns not a leaf from green to red, Or from red to gold. More when Winter its' secret mantle spent doth lay. Another beautifull child is born.
Before Tears Rise
By
Stephen Earle Diamond
Before my tears rose in warmth there was rain which no one knew. Before my pain became strength there was grain growing golden up through clearer days' skies. Before my wisdom assuaged your heart there was time which found no end. Before my love comforted your mind there was light defining form which bolder now is more over wise. Before my kiss awakened your dream there was wind which lifted breeze. Before my touch steadied your poise there were bouyant spheres in juxta which yet allay in awe each noise. So whisper now while thirst doth hunger with to be spoken praise of tender children under.
In Search of Life
By
Stephen Earle Diamond
Here we are in search of life, to keep us for another night. Here we are asking why, we ever became, why is there light? Just to show us how helpless we are, wondering how deep, wondering how far! Now it is just the poison sea, an old dying world, my young sun and me.
From Ashes To Dust
By
Stephen Diamond
Ten billion lives of human nature through as many then to ashes, As now to dust shall do. Where do you suppose they all shall fit Upon the great green earth, I mean for rather better 'tis, to instead of follow, to just sit, because I am eternal infinite. The lands I own today are meager vast however as five billion dust bound may find that my demense becomes domain, as they each pass, whether on, through, over or out it matters not so much that. I think because they were severally not obedient or knew the good, but chose the bad. Any how the remainder of fertile plenty yields Must continue reconciled, respective of how I feel either for hearths or feathers. Bricks were useful to wear soot so well Perforce today sorted metal but strengthens rust.
Once as a Wave
By
Stephen Diamond
Once as a wave in time saw, to a sea Its' tide to et fro . . . for it was not, for air but aire, I say unto age now new, so how is all the wait to go . . . but on unto what is not to do, but only love?
Time . . . "A gum-base-zero" out to more over a day, a day-now-year but it may only be now so, as one may know; as it is, as it may be, as it was . . . a view real into some "far-on get-it-for".
But not one does get its' top . . . I say hear up, for it is, year 6004! 6004! 6004! . . . yes . . . {time now} not as some one said, . . . year 2000 . . . why it was a 4004 ago. Upon year 4004 {time ago} as love of God was in vogue . . . you know.
So it now is year 6004 . . . but 2000 more. If a note upon some lire or leaf rise up To its' autumn aurum sire, or dame Does time undo its' aim, or aime? Why no . . . for love of life but lone does gain.
