HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 16

It is a common knowledge,every rational society,according to the convenant and deeds of cultural contract bargains the collective ratio of development,it is supposed to have at a given period.The perpetual growth of gross artistic products(G.A.P.) not fabled gdp has the optimal benchmark to fuel or grease rapid transition from the age of tradition to cultural age then to knowledge age and then golden age.
The frequency and frequency spectrum of the transition rapidity,can be accelerated by climbing the hephtacentric stages of development cycle matrix,a core transition indicator as encapsulated in the marsolist development cycle economics.We cannot exclude the age of development from the age of history,having provided appellate resources as organic templatesfor the forecast growth of envisaged development.
We are golden watchmen of history;of those generation wielded from the plough and certainly moulded by the same time that author history.The panacea to the extraodinary remarkable growth,is then obtainable.

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 15

This age be it consistent or not,guarrantee relativeproportion of freedom that culturalage or age of tradition does not guarrantee.If indeed,the age of culture did mature,it must be conspicuous in the knowledge age,the true development age,having imbibed the hepthacentric components of the atavistic or latter age,to muster its steam engine for rapid development velocity of a given period.
Above all,its knowledge tree must be growing exponentially to attain the golden age where the proliferation of unstable social purity attained in the previous ages,will aggregate as soul purity and universal justice attained.
Pathetically as the crucifix appears the primitivesociety still regressing or stagnantwith the age of tradition,whetherconducive or not would in the nick of time,with the dispatch of social purity a reflection of the foreign encroachment of the innundated climes,would automatically be subjugated by this inevitable floodgate.The underdeveloped individuals or societies are bound to be fed by this revolution

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 14

in its appointed time's organic cycle of generation.The ephemeralityof mankind as passing shadows,a degrading lacuna,seemed tohave been made up,by the plausibility of domineering evidences,that mirrors checkered antecedence of the ages that they live to appropriately price verdict,the ultimate scorecard of ontology.
We are too by percapital tabulates of collective forces,the ever dynamic assets of time and the most pristine heritage of history and the true price that mothernature pays in the figmentation and evolution of nature.We are by nature,if so to say repetitively,artistically designed to profit immensely from nature's barriers and dire circumstances,where we are made rich or suppose to be rich to pay off social debt of our generation.
The temperature of history to grow development velocity,to the stratosphere,ordinarily is illustrated by the graphical perusal of its ever changing knowledge of time.Those type of generation that operates in this age and guise,i refer as knowlege age,that makes freedom.

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 13

not to strangulate the essence of history;for which time is commisioned by the art mothernature not necessarily nature,to write history,the great book of culture.Generation from generation togeneration,are budgetedwithin this evolutionary template,to be written by the collated facts that time apportioned to history to write this culture and document their evolution.
History is not an illusion and not also,a subterfuge of fable and myth,but the classical and neoclassical book of culture with exhaustive evidences of legible and nonledgible artefacts of checkered antecedence.
We are the purpose of history and a fiction and a myth and a folklore made life when mated not with ideals but reality of time.The space through which historyis written by time and entertains the admissibility of its evolution,is the exclusive preserve of the ontological doctrine that supplants them. Frankly,speaking,it is the competition of necessities and consistent flow scenarios that determines what change a time muses and its commodity.

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 12

We are a reflection of the ages of history in which we are fallen and the quantity of freedom possible at every given age,mutes its own appreciable development.If perception is golden enough to attract badly needed but quantum ratio,then civilisation of the particular age is possible.The rise and fall of the age is measured not really by time that lapse but by the maturity of culture that is prevalent at such epoch.The wealth of the ages is primarily interred in culture,for which history itself under the doctrine of necessity,is supplanted to chronicle or so to say as archives of nature. The relativity of time and space,in pursuance to this doctrine tells volume when readership observes precisely the quantum change of a given chapters of history,distinguished from another and encapsulated in the ballistics evolution of time and space known as history. We are simply the identity of our time insomuch as a given age is symptomatic of the successive evolution of time.A good readership bidsnot to strangulate

GOLDEN FLEECE.PART 4

Where are his goods and chattels of humours to groove his gravy train? His grasswidow,dreamland of a dreamland czar berkily slashed from a passionate slouch.Unto gratifying gratification edifying gratitude epicureanism flock never again totempt his bersekily beset of servile.And they like gratifying gratification,not in gross slanders and bellyaching,not found him gratifying.And to insidious track,did troll beyond blindspot,gallivanting their asshole of blanket bellyaching.In ravishment of sinecure for the golden fleece of the gravy train.The Jack Robinson's bazzaar,held hostage at bleeding heart's blather,swollen hazy clouds,swollenpride beating,feverish heart pulses,harrum scarum jazzy will not bail him,they of passionate theft nor from jail of jagged edges and smokey mountains.Dunk'neath blathering valley with his jeroboam of aristomagnetism's fiends to jettison gravy train's jeremiad pull to condescend the sallowest brutes and the copulatives.Behold true bruises lay in the frontiers and they those fight

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GOLDEN FLEECE.PART 3

A heap of golden earth,a foundry of golden bliss,fleeced from the golden bough; come hell,come highwater,savest from the brutest yoke the earth ever knew.And so fraught him by oath,not get the coldshoulder,highly strung turbocharged by hardihood voltage flecks with the highspot of the golden rays where raging hightides and inferno contend.These polar planets,pay homage to the hollowest gorges where burning ghats which like a ghastly usurper,throng glimmering shadows and gliding yonder cliffs.Not far from this bufferlike embankment enthrones the marching light.What could he a googleboxlike dementia googled but mightily still bland google yet damn godforsaken? That a cyclone of bland google never keep beneath his gorges,raised pulses a notch vertex.What a sombre google had him slain whereon'all geese are swarms'to fan his boon to a goose that lays the golden eggs'Wail no memoirs to emote ,plead a

ristomagnetism at its beck and alight.

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 11

asidethe goose that lays the golden eggs.So,Mankind is bound by law of artistic design to be untruthful,perpetually betrothed to it until soul purity matures and in the long run,condemned to the guillotine of falsehood,let alone beensalvaged from the bullnecked savagery of this self deceit grinded by capitalistic but bumptious burgeon.This capitalistic theory of self interest,however,does not preserve the welfare and sanctity of those with the inbuilt capacitorial tendencies to advocate verity,no matter whose ox is gored.It implies that the proliferation of social debt items isundaunted,a possibility of relentless triumph of evil of over shallow good that hardly excites civilisation and the age of history itselfa cavernous cat's paw of the catharsis and the ultimate prize of soul purity and universaljustice.That it pertains a catcall of catholic resolutions that be it accomplished or not affirms the downright impossibility of attainment of this elusive freedom.Then until history speaks,true freedomnotpossible

GOLDEN FLEECE.PART 2

With what clangor of the circadian chimera,doth he impetuously warm his cockleshell,where the gravy train muses swung dunghill,astray and fled?Long had he been stricken with the unedible slice of the battered earth,that trashed out golden concession of freedom.He crashes not beneath this cheapstakes of equanimity,that to damn a felicitous poke of motherluck.Any ado?any dreary?He was his own hatchet man,sentry been misty canopied,wherein his hawkeyed,not bickeringly hawks nor sweetly lay,that heavyhanded mischief himself heavyheartedly,barredly heaved a sigh,from the ruckus edges of heebiejeebies.His heathenish aplomb,interred in the heathendom of the beleaguered helmsmanship,hemmed to heel over.As if by twain lay where there were no strife.How heirloom,a prodigal of its ransom,quashed its bonafide heirapparent,a titular intergrity to a hemline of heir presumptive heir,cast over life's dim motif,so deemed it fit to coronate,in this beautifying graces,spanked fated withthe biggest understatement of its time?

GOLDEN FLEECE.PART 1

The Sunset's mores had not yet been dyed with the sunrise humours,but in counterpoise of the blackest dye.And been so dusty,not a bonzer boo of a boor to seek his vanity neighbour fret.A black comedy,a black humour and a bootless booncompanion,a borderline bootstrap,a consumate braggadocio,a breadlined breathways and with a lameduck ado,a brimful brimstone,not tinged with blustery jaw of jagged edges,to brawl the cankers of the bluish bludgeon.What a botch of blue moon,a theft of passing winds,that tinted this bosun's mien. Manjack,bungling bung,doth bullyboy his golden fleece,a gravy train muses.And so forth and back,this blockbuster of burlesquely bunting buzzes himself bootstrap and cajoles himself aloud;A cadaverous cagey,bent cahoot unto the cacophony of asinine trenchwarfare.Castigating him breaketh himself cataract and to those pungent vommit,goes straight he anew in reprisal.Which cat and mouse declares his casusbelli to catwalk causecelebre of a caustic cavalier?Which

clangor of the circadian rythm?

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 10

History speaks when we are emboldened at the crucifix point,that the extant truth uncovered and its piety practices shall be the prevailing framework and impending custom of the generation yet unborn.Unfortunately,times and space,time and season,do not often doff hats for the office of reason given the mischief makers'domineering bent,perpetually strangulating the justiciable course of history.The worst case scenario,it does not get properly auctioned,let alone rationed and not ample staple to go round.It is not the dearth that is the cumbersome part but that an average human personel with optimal industrial arts lacks the strategic capability to churn this verity the scarcest commodity in living history.This is proven based on the artistic design of capitalistic inclination as embedded in classical economics'principles of self interest.The fundamental distortion so despicable a panache albeit the demerit did muster unprecedented wealth for mordern civilisation.It doesnt sound too logical to set aside the....

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 9

We are convinced above all things that history will vindicate us when we put in giant strides only.We are convinced as well those who will ridicule history,will be ridiculed by history itself.Given the fact it is men,by time that write history and not by history,the latter does not prevail and the most ridiculous chapters of history,itself a repertoire of antecedent are sometimes are much more glorified than the most humanistic deification of time.How shall we be satisfied with injustice that paradise may come?It appears incontestable that the politicity and polity of fact schemed in the governance of human society so much structured to favour knowledge sharing and knowledge management respectively that can aid so much easily the amortisation of social debt items,for sustainable capacity and institutional progress. If truly history speaks,with the boon of mordern age,it is just a walking distance,from the golden age of mankind,that might take even millions of years to navigate.That should be universal ideals.

HALLUCINATION.PART 2

Yea,beneath they rankle deep. Some obiter dictum,oh avalanche obfuscates through the terraced of tainted gap toothed agape,yet boisterous plies its route.Oft did he obstreperous,to the trajectory,heaves his indigo,Which prancing on its desert oasis had obsession with obsolescence.Like the salacity of an Oedipus complex,so was he his prejudiced renegade.Gelatinous obtuses of the obtuse angle,hung in the brine,that groundbait had not thumbed with the groundrules.And often shirking what discontents it grunts;As guardian angel's exhaustiongrit of growing pains,soon ebbed out; in glances of subconscious clamour of all whims and caprices,swooped by its hangman's noose.His handmaiden,a handmade, and a hardline,a hardluck takes a hardline to grimdeath.As they the buffoon traits did him to the guillotine of no refrain,gamuts to the haughty prowess of the tirelessprovocation,at the very bits of banter.To the scorched earth;they hawk he with his hawk eyed,to summon for a needle in the haystack,his ravish hays.Haymaking!

HALLUCINATION.PART 1

From a distraught at his disgruntled feet,a crotchety butterfinger whose planet,drips beyond its oysters.A duffering nemesis from a dryrot.Not with my high dudgeon to duke with dumbshow.And now to duck to enlist him,the dutch uncle,when he comes to boomtown,my bossom-town.Ere dust off sinew'd jaw and bombastic,a fickle of dusky dare.Earthling of the jungle,shattering me my dissonant ebbtide of my blackest dye.Not irrascible emote and effusion of this egotrip and elysian elan.Upon this emboss,he nuanced its embroidery to empathise this emporium of supposed emendation, Which gratified his grit from a windy vista,Whereon the engulf might distinctively this fractious cocoon,at this gallery,plays ovation to the unsuspecting fracture.The elegiac gall of the pofaced poetry,glaring on his physiogonomy.Sands Of time as the winds that avail had not its niece,nephew or cousin scythed him all thatclannish emotes of the wind,Nor porousness of the nightmare alluded to its allure;but the nonplus of hellish novas ranklesdeep

NIGHT AT NATURE

O let the night lay in its sedate charm. For when thou wilt not,let it lay upon the wings of the moon , Whither than the evening's beak perking at distant mounds. Give it silence,let its season lapse. It will take its time and so let its heavens spread,so that all the sedate charms will be in love with its bird nest of tranquility. And pays liberty till silence by silence to silence the goddess of creation, Till all nature takes at night liberty at its will

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 8

We share the same dreams and ambition and equalitarian applies that we bridge this lacuna with artless ease.It is befitting of mordern civilisation,to enables this legal framework or otherwise be disposed by lethal hit of soul purity.Some of the signals of soul purity,prescholarship in this context,would admit the brouhaha of revolutions,chronic underdevelopment,public misery and mass poverty,technological imperialism and external aggression and a host of other social debt items.
We shouldnt be perplexed by the associated eschatological imperatives,that may teleologically take ages to afflict the purpose of history but the low level awareness,that the crosscountry contagion of soul purity,portends for the labours of a half millenium dogged exertion of morderncivilisation.We should be terrified by the most disturbed periods period of mortal history,and regain the composure of humanism,for a world of near equality and justice.The beauty of history is the remaking of history.The purification of soul achievable

HISTORY SPEAKS.PART 7

Soul purity matures once in the age of history,but civilisation is the maturity of a given cultural age.We can then tabulate the checkered pools of these ages,not excluding their maturity and extinction.Then comes,the incursion of a new cultural age,to subtantiate the long run maturity of soul purity enroute to golden age,when the causal bond of history,should have matured or redeemable.
The aggregate cultural fields of mankind planted on the utilitarian fields of knowledge,so to say historical evolution,purportedly inclined to reap from this bond,when soul purity matures.It is the original intention of history,that the strive for equality of races,cultures,tribes and civilisation,be weaned from the grab of the bucaneers of justice,and to those who flex otherwise,are left to the moral restraint of soul purity,provided by the purpose of history,for its triumphant entry.
We can fastforward the fate of mankind or demote checkered antecedence back into the miasma of medieval dungeon.The choices abound for mankind.