Soulless Energy

August 20, 2009

For the world we know will become the world we knew. The sanctioning of the world will bring about a future not unlike that of our history.

For as much as we try.For as much as we suffer.For as much as we struggle.For as much as we lose.For as much as we crawl.For as much as we R

For much is shared with world at large. From whose eyes who clearly see. From captured vision of a world astray. For now I saw what you see.

For with renewed warmth these souls of mine. And with sudden chills these arms of mine. For the chime of the timeless clock brings forth joy

The quiet of the night brought forth my stormy evening.A puzzled day brought forth this mindless moment.A victorious feeling await my hunger

Energy: For empty thoughts are brought forth by an empty life.Where the tea grows cold like my soul.And the soup becomes warm like my body.

Your gift to me on this cheerished night is peace of soul of a solitary mind.My gift to you during these days of solitude are deafened ears.

To make a difference your only voice. To make a contribution my only wish. For your news saddens our lives. And we are saddened by lost ears

For while this soul grows old, this tea goes cold.For your soul to remain young, you must first learn to beat your new drums.So rise up, NOW

While the bots who choose to follow are easily blocked, the humans who wish to link are difficult to reconnect.Choose Wisely & Monitor Often

@42DeepThought :-)

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The Commutal Community

August 12, 2009

The Commutal Community

As I sit and stare as the world glances by, I see the pain of their turmoil.  But for all the casting shadows are but forgotten at the sight of the dancing jock in a jeep or the gentle hum of a seat mate.

The chimes of the roads traveled are captured through our visions of a life not ours.  But a pain shared by all who must live only seeking to survive.

For all who transpire must first find their peace in the heart of unity through common sorrows and the loving joy of music and dance.

For only with music can we survive the pain and sorrow of our commutal existence in a community of disconnected souls.

For our eyes are our mirror yet we fail to cast an acknowledging gaze to those who simply are and those who fail to see their place in life is with us.

@42DeepThought :-)

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42 Nites from Iran: The Briefings of a Green NiteOwl

August 3, 2009

When the protests against the outcome of the 2009 Iranian Election started, Josh Shahryar AKA NiteOwl provided a nightly summary of the events of the day.  His Green Brief became my primary source of #IranElection news.

Why We Protest – IRAN

The Green Brief by NiteOwl

  1. The Green Brief – NiteOwl – Why We Protest – IRAN – RePost
  2. The Green Brief #2 (June 18) – RePost
  3. The Green Brief #3 (June 19) – RePost
  4. The Green Brief #4 (June 20) – RePost
  5. The Green Brief #5 (June 21) – RePost
  6. The Green Brief #6 (June 22) – RePost
  7. The Green Brief #7 (June 23) – RePost
  8. The Green Brief #8 (June 24) – RePost
  9. The Green Brief #9 (June 25) – RePost
  10. The Green Brief #10 (June 26) – RePost
  11. The Green Brief #11 (June 27) – RePost
  12. The Green Brief #12 (June 28) – RePost
  13. The Green Brief #13 (June 29) – RePost
  14. The Green Brief #14 (June 30) – RePost
  15. The Green Brief #15 (July 01) – RePost
  16. The Green Brief #16 (July 02) – RePost
  17. The Green Brief #17 (July 03) – RePost
  18. delayed (see below)
  19. The Green Brief #18-19 (July 04-05) – RePost
  20. The Green Brief #20 (July 06) – RePost
  21. The Green Brief #21 (July 07) – RePost
  22. The Green Brief #22 (July 08) – RePost
  23. The Green Brief #23 (July 09) – RePost
  24. The Green Brief #24 (July 10) – RePost
  25. The Green Brief #25 (July 11) – RePost
  26. The Green Brief #26 (July 12) – RePost
  27. The Green Brief #27 (July 13) – RePost
  28. The Green Brief #28 (July 14) – RePost
  29. The Green Brief #29 (July 15) – RePost
  30. The Green Brief #30 (July 16) – RePost
  31. The Green Brief #31 (July 17) – RePost
  32. The Green Brief #32 (July 18) – RePost
  33. The Green Brief #33 (July 19) – RePost
  34. The Green Brief #34 (July 20)RePost
  35. The Green Brief #35 (July 21) – RePost
  36. The Green Brief #36 (July 22) – RePost
  37. The Green Brief #37 (July 23) – RePost
  38. The Green Brief #38 (July 24) – RePost
  39. The Green Brief #39 (July 25) – RePost
  40. delayed (see below)
  41. The Green Brief #40-41 (July 26-27) – RePost
  42. The Green Brief #42 (July 28) – RePost

The Saga Continues @ http://iran.whyweprotest.net/green-brief/


A Green Owl is Sent like an Angel in the Nite

August 3, 2009

Four Channels brought forth this reason for protest.  A rising tide against a firming regime.  A wise owl speaks for those who dare not run.  In this crazy world an angel is sent.  To addresses us all with but a simple “Hi”.  Its warmth so cold as the tensions run high.  For hot is the climate where the devil rules.

To be jostled in the night by the tweets of the day.  Great care is taken to noise out the foul air.  From shortness to greatness NOTHING gained if not fully shared.  Isolated from a dying maxed out world.  Feeding for hours on end-less banter.  The pile of compost greens the Earth.  For only the voice of an Angel can confirm the voice of the Daemon amongst us.  Immersed in a sea of green to brief us all who fail to see above the horizon.

Of happenstance we can confirm the negatives so positively.  With bands of green this spotted owl sits on his post.  A revolution to some this growing protest from much unrest. In a police state, what can the police state out loud.  For they must protect from the guard of those who would steal from their people.  They elect to arrest those who protest, while protecting those who elect. For only those without reason can view these acts as treason.  For their loyalty to their nation is stronger then those disloyal to their people.

A word never heard by these ears but always known.  Of many names, these thugs are called upon.  Of misspent youth they now batter the youth of the peaceful mind.  These Baseejis are the hounds of devil with the souls of the lost.  For only in few numbers will they fail to survive.  Fear that their numbers will grow as the bruises swell.  While the powerful play their power games, the few will lay down and rearm in what they fear.  Their biggest threat now plainly in their face.  For the gangs will rise over the solitude of the masses.  For those who are threatened may fail to see the light of another day.

For the Mullahs will join but will stay invisible to those they must praise.  For no longer contained, they choose to face contained then to be restraind.  With those in the countries pocket will take side to exaggerate their state of grace.  Though downplayed for days, the cure for this illness can only be found by private feeds.  For their public is fed with the truth of the led and the lies of the dead.  For witnesses are widespread to the irregularities of the surreal.   From door to door, taken by guarded means.  The armies will simply wait.  For only the plain will spark protest by their violence in the face of justice.

For thanks are sent from the morning sons.  Quite a sum who first hear of such buggery and burglary.  For every morning we must get it in the ear.  For only the educated truly think of who controls their lives.  For the princes to grow, the king must be dethroned.  Through happy stance they failed to see, for those who learn will want to speak.  As the world unites and watches over a modern tube.  They struggle to speak in mass over modern lines.  For one state requests to stay up for what one state demands to bring down.

For the brave revolt against the revolting aged.  Their voices struggle for what is right in a leading world.  The prayers grow to their cheers of remodernization.  For passion creates and the intellect recites.  Once a beauty of the world forever torn down by dissent.  Their unmodern decent made public by unquiet streets.  The whole world will suffer unless we start to watch.  The world world will pray unless we start to contact.

For the powerful old play their war games.  For these battles have always been drawn in these fields.  For the battles long fought are fought again.  For two hands always manipulate the pious puppets.  While the world wants to play their interconnected games.  The aged will always know only the games of their bored youth.  While alliances are formed and old empires reformed we simply dismiss the world games we play.

The sources are found, the conduit establish, and the world will watch what the restricted infrequently fail to see.  For by divulging the reliable will lead to keys stained by bloody remains.  For respect is given before it is earned.  This Diavlog is brought to you by the Color Green.

For who is this NiteOwl?

“Oh, I’m just a Guy Fawkes helpin out Iranians.


@42DeepThought :-)

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A Torment Told this Shit Torrent

July 28, 2009

We are but peons on the playboard of existence awaiting our demise at the hands of our masters who must view us as ants crawling up a mound.

Loss of thought is often matched by a loss of solitude and conflict lost. Gain of mind is often unmatched by Again of soul and peace gained.

Only the cries of animals remain in the ears of those slain by the blows of words and the bows of inaction.A torment told this shit torrent.

A climate so odd as to see the likes of the ellusive publicized-victimized-extrasized-verbalized-organized-paralyzed-destabilized lame duck.

Of fortunes told for this story goes for misfortunes hold as this play unfolds as we await awake for this much at stake for mistake a steak.

@42DeepThought :-)

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