ON @REALDONALDTRUMP AND @URIMINZOK

Imagine what is, while implausible, possible; that and  and Arthur are a trio, of megalomaniacal cyber brothers, on @twitter.

Imagine moreover the surreal reality that and (the two bright, successful brothers) and the ‘wannabe’ author Art … write.

Imagine too that while and know not the third, the third, Arthur, knows them, and that they are very fond … of words.

Imagine as well that words, the most wondrous of units ever conjured by the mind of man are just the units that tie  to .

Imagine also that to  @chachomanopapa …is connected too. He follows them. Surreally they don’t follow … him.

Imagine then, when on 12-21-12, when Art by lightning was stricken, something similar to @ur, and @realDonaldTrump … happened.

And the rest is history, past, present, or yet to be written. The poetry of Arthur speaks to @uriminzok and @realDonaldTrump … on @twitter.

FROM THE HEART OF SYRIA, ON RUSSIA’S CHRISTMAS WISH … AND OURS

On Russia’s Christmas wish that Aleppo, by Christmas, know peace; you haven’t spent any time here lately Vlad, have you? cc: @PutinRF_Eng  @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st

Vladimir, Russia’s Christmas wish that Aleppo be by then sounds so sterile as to seem disconnectedly, disingenuous. cc: @PutinRF_Eng @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st

President Putin: The poor choice of words of Russia’s Christmas might reflect the naïvete of any Russian citizen who smells not, Aleppo’s stench. cc: @PutinRF_Eng @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st 

Or perhaps, Sir, Russia’s Christmas wish is the product of the cynical thinking of the career diplomat, remote, from carnage. cc: @PutinRF_Eng @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st

Or perhaps Russia really hopes Aleppo’ situation’ can be ‘resolved’ by year’s end or maybe a career diplomat was left, with little to say. cc: @PutinRF_Eng @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st

Alas, for we trembling wretches, huddled in fear in what’s left of Aleppo, wishes and words matter little. cc: @PutinRF_Eng @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st

What matters is that the barrel bombs and bullets that terrorize us are borne of state action. Only state action can save us. cc: @PutinRF_Eng @CNN @UN http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAkWy07?ocid=st

 

ON ONE ORB (2-From ‘AN ATLAS, POETIC’; Penemue’s plan)

It had happened that Penemue (a Watcher angel, fallen), for his salvation’s

sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain, his salvation.

“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen

angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the nations.”

“Answer poetically, that question and ye shall win for both of us, salvation,”

he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

Poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only

poetry, of the written forms, emotes and evokes, sufficiently.

Art Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.

And so Art Everman writes on 3 levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose to 980
character blog logs, and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen

angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the nations.”

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity,  the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein

lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance.

This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy,

this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Heed Penemue: The one and only Watcher of the original 400 left to do

(what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity,  the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein

lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance.

This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy,

this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Heed Penemue: The one and only Watcher of the original 400 left to do

(what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity,  the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein

lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance.

This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy,

this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Heed Penemue: The one and only Watcher of the original 400 left to do

(what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

Earth from the Moon (courtesy NASA)a11_h_44_6552

ON ONE ORB (2-From ‘AN ATLAS, POETIC’; On Making Common Sense Common)

“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen

angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the nations.”

It had happened that Penemue (a Watcher angel, fallen), for his salvation’s

sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain, his salvation.

“Answer poetically, that question and ye shall win for both of us, salvation,”

he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

Poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only

poetry, of the written forms, emotes and evokes, sufficiently.

Art Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.

And so Art Everman writes on 3 levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose to 980
character blog logs, and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

And so Art calls upon wannabe Hillary, @HillaryClinton to crush the megalomaniac

(@realDonaldTrump), and then the ISIS faux Muslims, attack.

 

 

ON ANGELS, FALLEN

“What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?” An intriguing question;

the inception to an alchemical introspection and … transformation.

That question, posed to Arthur (Art) Everman, post 9-11, was asked of Art,

by a faceless one.  “Who”, asked Art, “are you?” “Your counterpart” …

… he replied … cryptically . “More specifically, I am, Art, Penemue,  a fallen

angel.” 400 (200 princes and 200 followers), fathered … the Nephilim.

Nephilim (the giant men of renown in Genesis) were fathered by the fallen.

All but three of the 400 are in chains a-waiting the Day of Judgment.

The chained are the fallen angels who married and commenced in unions

with human women, and who taught … knowledge … forbidden.

The unchained three remain unchained because they married and fathered

not, Nephilim and because what they taught (wo)men, to Him, answered.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim,

three, albeit fallen, revealed knowledge … not forbidden.

 

 

ON CITIZEN DRUMPF

@RealDonaldTrump: Why dump Drumpf? It’s because of secrets, you conceal.

Seven tweets wonder why tax returns you don’t, or won’t, reveal.

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be to, the results of audits, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Does an absence of charitable contributions, you conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really) your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it be you pay no taxes; there’s nothing to conceal.

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really) your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be, they, your alleged mob ties, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be they, oligarchic Russians, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: Why dump Drumpf? It’s because his secrets he conceals.

Seven tweets wonder why your tax returns, you don’t or won’t reveal.