SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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Love
Deep within the 

Territory 
Of the nation
Lives a life like a movie
A reality 
Within our reality
Designed by artificial intelligence
With the push of engineers
The hidden hand
The mothership
The puppet master
Conquering all but nothing
Because there are no strings attached to everyday people
They LOVE one another 
Anyway.

​Stories Woven into the Future

Resting
Unposed in the arms of a shade tree
Forgetting everything for a moment
Time lapses
Calm tendencies rise
Pain dissipates in the wind.

​My mind drifts...

I remember children
Born into knowledge
With memories of their elders
Absorbed by their minds
They were told stories in the womb
To prepare them 
Upon eyes wide open
For the life of a god.

Woven into these stories…

The good fight
Love for ordinary people
Mistakes and scars and forgiveness
Deep physics coming alive
Where the imaginary 
Is real 
Secret wars and super-intelligence
Frozen skies
The truth behind the truth
About politics, religion, omens.

Plain old life
Is not for everyone
Some belong elsewhere
The world belongs somewhere else
The timeline is riven apart
History and present are distorted
The future is to be like fractured bones
Only to never mend
If the train continues along its path.

Eventually
Life will fade for everyone
We forget
And superimpose our bodies and brains
Onto the planet
Scratching it, eating it, sucking it dry
Yet somewhere these stories are passed on
A tradition
And also a hope
That something less dark
Will come about.

​She Wants Them To Quit Doing What They’re Doing

She wants them to quit doing what they’re doing
So she forgave them
And some did quit
It’s the tiny little victories
That mark her faith
And increase others’
And glorify the Almighty.

This is The Sacrifice - 
That Light came into the world
And died a terrible death
To atone for our sins.

She’s also sacrificed
And her joints ache
And her beauty is compromised
And mentally she’s tired
And she can bear no children of her own.

She wants them to quit doing what they’re doing
So spirits may rise
And life will improve
And the Earth will rejoice
And the meek will inherit what is theirs.

The Sorrow Lands
The Sorrow Lands lay between

The substrate reality
And a place that does not exist.

Two finite locations
And a third like a river
That come close to one another
And overlap.

In the Land of the Sorrows
Rocks exist
Never moving
Never wearing down over time
No sign of rain
Or any kind of moving water
Anywhere.

No babies are born
In the Sorrow Lands
Because hope comes in the form
Of commitment to death
And a pessimism about life.

In the Sorrow Lands
Ancient trolls and pagan gods
Visit
To mystify it with stares
And bad omens,
Yet their appears to be no magic
In its forests.

Whatever is promised
Is left unfulfilled,
Some are left missing their most valuable thing
​Others starve, perpetually hungry.

No tears 
For the tears have long turned dry
The mourning goes on
Like an empty feeling in the pit of the stomach
As you realize you can't turn back.

​The Christian

Her spiritual side went quiet
Just as the music of the birds fade away in the cold weather.

She wrestled with her heart all summer
And the angst was finally now gone.

She named herself Christian again to abide in something greater
For she was tired of figuring What Is?

A Letter to my Husband About the World
I think
When the winter comes
And the skies become overcast
That you too enter the blue lake
And reflect on things.

The tables turn
Because I am usually 
The one
In the blue lake
Your complex mind is usually settled on things.

In the blue lake
Love carries
But it is not enough
For the world weighs heavy
I love you anyway.

The holographic nature of the world
Means it's a bit robotic
We are tied too much to the 
Next world
It’s a conspiracy.

The grand order must enter the blue lake.
I love them too.

Justice Finally
Oft we are alone as individuals
As discrete matter
With just wanky noise to listen to
Heckled
Spirited away to a dark place
With evil beings yelling at the top of their lungs
Handcuffed, unsung heroes abound tortured
Fighters of corruption perish badly
Powerful people have bad taste
Bad manners
And never sleep
The spike in madness & paranoia is easily noticed
We panic
We lose our spark
I end up enjoying pain as pleasure
All of our naked bodies look ugly all of a sudden
Skin turns black
Eyes are taped shut
Mouths foam over
The white moth still reigns and it’s the wrong time for silence
I am told to be crazy instead of important
The gods face mortality
The new world order is the dictator
Never spoil a crisis for personal gain becomes a viral meme of all our enemies
Milk to drink is spoiled
The oceans are black with blood, my wrists need cut
No reflection exists
She runs away
The ship sinks, the iceberg avalanches
Warnings never resound.

Nevertheless, for this judgement, Babylon --
Again a war of evil
The earth moved and the sun traced its path
An unexpected sign of love
History, the present, 
Becomes fate.
​

And flesh will heal
Good things happen often, remember that
Obama explains some other wisdom to us — 
When something bad is happening here, something good is happening somewhere else, remember that
My mind goes away when evil things are happening to me, a blessing from God if there is such a God
So I enjoy tequila and comfortably numb pretty well
I love black-out sleep full of interesting dreams
And pure mama’s milk at the same time
Life is easy again sometimes
We see around the bend
The future is inviting us in to something important
The dead decay into nothingness, finally enlightened
A grey moth emerges finally sounding off
People listen, leaders harken
Problems become solvable and solving begins
Greatness is within the bounds of possibility
Faith returns in the Lord of wind and rain
A warm sun pervades, signs move thru the heavens
The oceans become deep blue again
And this is happening now
We're reflecting now
People all over the map are committing themselves to be set apart
Oft we are no longer alone
Laughter is normal again 
Conversation is normal again
Honest existence reveals dirt and dung to the everyday people
But they are handling it
This cycle of heavenly influence
This chapter, this up-and-coming age of youth & vitality & wonder
Mortality is far off
Something is happening
Besides being good it’s hard to capture this time — 
When Judgment cleared the air, grace was there, and on-going.
The Treaty
The great white tail deer thinks I am alive and well
So I sink my feet into the dirt and wail
For the living and the dead
To sound off the horn that we exchanged words
Of peace
For leaders to write home about
And send messages to each other
For latitude in the mysteries of the nations
Well-embedded in city and town living
To rule with a light fist
And fix the darkness and evil that
Pervades unseen
From the normal sense
And is only whispered about at great risk
To each other
I write my signature in blood
For peace.​​

I Lift My Face Upon Thee

What am I that I am no longer spiritual but matter?

Flowers opening up to the sun on daily pilgrimage
Her tears became like concrete, 
Weighing her down.

They sat together all day
No one noticed them at all, it was all private again
A book opened between them.

The grenade burst before it could become
A bomb to someone.

The piano girl played, 
She swept the piano bench.
The music left matter and became spiritual again.
I lifted my face upon Thee.

​Carpe Diem (Seize the Day)

We must think wholly
We must change our speed
We must brighten up the universe
And not fly past it with neglect
We must stop neglecting ourselves
And seize the present day.
Carpe diem.

​The Oracle

That little lady, the Oracle

Doses out little bits of hope
For the future
She waves her magic wand
And issues commands from beyond
We must straighten up, she says
To continue living as a people
Of wealth, glory, technology
And she says we will
For now we stick our hands 
In our pockets
Where bacteria replicates
On our skin
And we study it
But do not seek God
But we will
We will study God again
Instead of bacteria
We steady our temperament
With a bottle of wine, drunk
But she says
We’ll raise our glasses one day
To a toast
For longevity of our countrymen
And well-being of our women
And success of our children
And balance of our environment
All across the globe
And the planes will soar for peace
And the news will issue truth
And the graves will be opened
Off to a better place
That little lady, the Oracle
Doses out little bits of hope
For the future.

Truth
The ancients had a vested interest in the future.

They passed on a variety of seeds 
For this garden we call Earth.

And our ancestors learned from the ancients - 
Their teachings.
Parents & grandparents 
Planted seeds in the community, 
With their children.

Seeds of righteousness!
Seeds of truth!
They mustered forth and took root
With the sun and rain.

Like glue, like sticky pearls,
They hold together our communities, 
Our families Today.
The truth has made its way to us!

Yes, there’s decay and falling away.
But Yes, there's fullness and new spouts!
Another truth is - 
There always has been 
This teeter-totter,
The rotted vs the living.

The truth -
It’s always there.
It’s like the laws of physics
Upon a drop of water.
It exists whether
You drink it or not.

May it rain,
May it downpour,
May we swallow it whole,
May it drench us down to the bones - 
So that the seeds in wait, 
Bear truth and righteousness,
For today and for the future
I am vested in.

Depressed
​My blues shine nothing

In the darkness,
Black stone is carved out
And placed on my heart chakra
Making it hard to breathe,
Fire and flower on the crown.

Dive into the dark blue lake
Where I watch the sun set and the moon rise
Changing the tide
Along the sand passageway,
I stir among the branches
Of an ancient tree of death.

​Making of a Treaty

Peace is not beautiful clouds or beaches
Because they are always there
Radiating fineness.

But war is between man and man
And groupings of men
Radiating patriotism.

Spears, swords, guns, bombs
Suicide on the front lines
Radiating hecatomb.

History tells us an easy version of what was
Combat always tells a tale
Radiating fiction.

Treaties are royalty dressed in purple linen
Of answered questions pursued
Radiating “Was it worth it?”

​Dear Ancient One

Dear Ancient One!
   Dear Sacred One!
       Dear Holy One!
Allow me to rise to the occassion
   By my own doing
      By the night and the day
         As the sun rises and sets and rises again.
Allow the sea tide to roll out as planned
    And nature to flourish
       And the animals of this world to thrive.
Thanks be to God!
Give us reason to sing glory and praises 
    In Your Name.
Use Your Hands to mold us into 
    Helpers and doers of good might.
Let Your Will be pure
    And live through mankind [people].
Tame the wicked and divide them by halves
   And multiply the righteous.
Let the seeds of faith be sown by my hand
   As well as Yours.
Give my mind bright thinking.
Don't give up until matter and spirit 
    Is good everywhere.
Give me another day so I may wake 
    Striving to live well.
Amen.

​Illuminati
A billionaire's home with those rooms

Painted blue and black
Strap-ons for clusters of women
Satin chairs, linen couches
Contract in limbo 
To redesign 
My life
Downward pressure
Or ruined
Sifting for a suitcase full of gold powder
For melting into bars
For green papers alla pyramid
Nine Inch Nails
In my basement
Posters alla femme and boobs
Illuminati
Pumping in my blood
Shaving off my freedom
Offering girls and coke and an interesting life.
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