Blue energy water

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LEARNER full text (2024)

PeaceWorld or death

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APPRENTI texte integral (2024)

Le monde paisible ou la mort

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WORLD WAR COVID

Poems, mine and theirs

Blue energy water

We are cast adrift into the void,

Meat puppets cling-wrapped with soul,

Our batteries sparked by God.

On this planet that welcomes us

With beasts that eat us and clean air to breathe

And mirror-man interposed for us to deal with.

Dice thrown on the gaming table

Its black felt adorned with glitter

Like nocturnal windows of a burning sky scraper.

The universe is the fire at our fingertips

That burns us and devours us

That lights the way by burning us.

Halfway between the alpha and the omega

Equidistant from their warmth and frozen by this reach

We seek a hearth of welcome warmth.

Soothe this energy, 

Murmur to it as to a wild bird

That would perch on your arm.

Let it glow in our hands, in our hearths,

Transmit its warmth and its instant, insistent data

With no more babies burned.

This energy perches beyond our awareness.

I glimpse it dimly, that fluid with its blue glow,

And the relief of its future beneficiaries.

Could it just be Cherenkov radiation,

That glares from radioactive pools?

Ayahuasca shamans should pay attention.

Otherwise, Gerald H. Pollack, 

Biophysics Professor at the University of Washington 

And his book: Water, Energy and Life.

This energy, wiser than the current kind.

Will help us tell good from evil 

Guide us, warm us and send off our ills.

It would weaken with the advent of evil,

Renew its flame with the comeback of good,

Underline human conscience in realtime .

Wood fire is for sacrifice.

I recall the hearths of old

Of constant celebration.

Not just the sacrifice of trees in a wood fire,:

Turn Oxygen and Carbon into CO2 and vitality

Simply for heat and light. 

Water flowing along a 3-D helix track?

– my details are vague, no matter how high I get –

From top to bottom by gravity alone?

Or pumped like blood by a beating heart.

We could ladle it out like well water.

And pour it into other machines.

There might also be energy in the air

Hard to tell from the wind’s breeze and gust

That push sails and windmills.

The air’s heat and cold, its dark and light,

Its press and dissipation, its water content,

All are important; this energy is more subtle.

What happens to air as lightening passes

In the air layer of pyroclastic volcanoes

Its water mix at deep sea smokers.

I look for it in water

And maybe the other one, off-hand,

The miracle of raw energy.

It may require PeaceWorld 

To coax it with a handful of peace

Like we would offer a tidbit to a wild pup.

Peace and quiet so as not to startle it.

Assuming we could be wise enough

To pacify our nature.

Persuade it to rejoin us

Tend it a welcome it could hear

Above the uproar of our weapon hatred.

A new sign post to the right path

To withdraw us from evil beyond our brutality.

You cannot attack evil and win for good.

Tesla’s ground-transmitted energy

Into the Sanderson World Grid?

From archaic sites by means of new technologies.

This druid of maundering abandon,

This knight of the errant quote

This unworthy Ronin poet:

I mutter to myself of PeaceWorld,

In internal exile. No-one else seems to care.

Holding this up alone hurts my back.


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