mobile Shakespeare - NR5 entitled 'Visions of Thou'

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I have decided to write some inspirational Poetry live on my mobile phone with pics. It's part of a series I have entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. Here's the next one in the series. It's the FIFTH called:

Visions of Thou



Again I am seated near a Pond, my back upon an Old Tree watching over a shallow Swamp. The Tree is my companion. The Tree is my inspiration. So are Thou that readesth my Word. I write for you. I want to meet in Union. I want to meet in the flesh.





Sometimes in real. Sometimes through the same frequency as the Tree that joins me with God. I want to reach you, Sky that protects Us. I want to find you Earth. It is thou that I desiresth Flower of earth. It is Thou that my future embodies. I embody thou. I want you to feel safe just as the Tree behind me protects me.



I have not so much time for I waited too long to Start my day. It is already late, almost Four.



No rhyme today, no Time. I share for Thee. I knowesth Thou readesth my Word. I knowesth you want me in Love. I want thou in Love. I want Thou in any form Thou appearesth. I want Thou as a Tree. I want thou as a woman.



I am lost upon the Realm of this Godly day in a Park that shines in outdoor Calm and fresh Air.



Today I am a Poet-farmer seeding more seeds and words in Thou Spirit.



I know what Thou desiresth. I am complementing till I reach Thou. I must Seed. I must plant my thought in you. I must save the world without forgetting Thou. You are my craving, you are my desire.



Today I resume my achievements so far. It is only for Thou that I can write this. You have brought me closer to the source of Life. I love thee Flower of earth.



It is Thy female gender that makesth this possible for me.



Sometimes my Prayer is shallow as the Swamp in front of me. The Bible has but one mistake. I camesth from Thou. First came a woman then came a man I thinkesth in Sacrilege. I must turn the Bible around.



The water is cool with reflections dark Green. It is you that I want today as some gypsy band passes jazzing in debauched style in front of me in the Green of the grass before the Swamp in front of me begging me money.



I have no money for you gypsy band. No I don't. I want to care for you, Flower of earth.



The gypsy band inspires me too. I will give it no money. Still it is jazzy and beautiful.



I want to become the next President Elect. I want to conquer you. What else to do? What else to do? I seekesth my First lady. Thou shall have a new Name:'the empress Love'. I can make the world happy but I can't make Thou happy Yet.



I could hear the bands trumpeting and saxophoning yesterday on the Fourth of July all the way across the Atlantic. I could hear them in chant and joy when tyranny was finally abandoned from Europe.



I must become the next President Elect. I must become the next President of the World. It is my mission and sometimes I feel like a gypsy band. I am gonna start the Twenty First century and immortalize the next Époque in world history.



I am gonna immortalize the Declaration of Independence. I am gonna bring the Pilgrims back from their graves. I am gonna revive Abraham Lincoln and General Lee in Unition in the wisdom thou both carry and seed thy Freedom once more in Rebellion and peace in Southern Comfort and Texian Glory.



I can become the Legend I already am for a second time in history. Thou are my inspiration women of the Earth, flowers of all. I must pregnant you all. I must bear at least a thousand children. I must seed my plant in Thou.



The Swamp before me agitates in front of me. The clear sound of the running water is intelligent before me.



I look at the crowd before me, next to me, right of me. Why are thou not happy? Why are thou not Rejoicing like me? Females of this world become a woman and thou desperation shall be only for me. I want you all Woman of this world.



Why is everybody so desperate? I must be doing something wrong. Share with me. I am thy Empire come. Thou are my 'Queen' and I am thy 'king'. I servesth thou as I serveth Love.



As a man I must continue else the Planet will disappear in Freedom vanished. I must paint my words for Thou. I must create the future for All. Thou are all for me. Thou art my Lover. Thou are my Wisdom. I am thy Branch.



Written in the Vondelpark, Amsterdam, Netherlands, Europe on the Fifth of July in the Year  of our Lord Two Thousand and Eleven on my mobile phone. Wil  be spellchecked when I get back to my temporary lodgment. I don't call my home my  HOME anymore. No pics today no time.

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From my Facebook:



Don't forget to read once in a while on Kathy Paysen's Poetry blog. Her poems are Godly in Spirit and Love. She is the woman version of Jim Morrison. She is a True American in the Spirit that the original Pilgrims intended. Her work will be published. It's too good not to be:

http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathy_paysen/white_sails_billow Gotta answer quite a few emails and messages. Thank you dear Friends for writing to me and sharing with me. This afternoon I think I will be writing some outdoor Poetry. Should be on Facebook by tonight. Good morning everybody. It's a beautiful day here in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. It's around 9 am. The temperature should reach around 73 degrees Fahrenheit at noon. The wind is blowing gently from a SSE direction and turning. There is a blanket of very thin clouds high in the atmosphere. Humidity remains very high. At around 70 percent. Visibility is at least 10 miles. Don’t forget to use UV cream. Well, I don’t.  It's the Fourth of July! My best wishes to my American Friends who embody for me the True Spirit of the Future. The Declaration of Independence is one the most clear documents ever written. In those days people where slightly more naive so I took the liberty to amend it slightly. They could not foresee that people are such jerks sometimes. I took out the environmental hazard.Will be republished in Facebook's notepad.

http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/p/by-decree-of-emperor-of-texas.html Happy Fourth of July! The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America aka the Declaration of Independence contains a lot of Truth. It is understandable that in the days it was written the pursuit of happiness wasn't seen as an environmental hazard. I took the liberty to amend it. My Universal Constitution is based on the US Declaration of Independence when tyranny from Europe was finally abandoned.

http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2010/06/wake-up-synopsis-fourteenth.html Gonna spend the rest of the evening reading and appreciating what other are up to. It's my rest day! Finally I have found some time for others. My latest Show is on air. It’s a surprise Show packed with Poetry read outs and the future of Ulysses V. It contains my latest poems in a series entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online’ as well as a little bit of give back to the Artist newamba flamingo who kept me on hold during his show. Who does he think he is? I ain’t impressed. It’s on the Chirbit network as well as the ‘TSPS’. Don’t forget to listen to it.

http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2011/07/ulysses-v-poetry-plus-twice-weather.html Here it is: Ulysses V in Poetry plus twice the Weather! - TSPS SHOW NR1. Contains a lot of Poetry and some house hold matters concerning Ulysses V. Also it does contain some give back for newamba flamingo's show of yesterday in which I was not only kept ON HOLD. This guy has a lot of problems. I must have hurt his feelings. Well don't take too long over it. It’s a SHOW of 50 minutes so fasten your seatbelts! F Y N.F.

http://chirb.it/AEhbv6 The above entry is my answer to his show together with Frankie Metro:

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/frankie-metro/2011/07/02/the-meth-lab-radio

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Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com  That’s it for today folks. God Bless. Thank you for this Blessed day!

mobile Shakespeare - NR 4 subtitled 'A stage in a Park'

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com  

Just a quick entry. I have decided to write some inspirational Poetry live on my mobile phone with pics. It's part of a series I have entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. It's great to be outdoors and writing. This one was written in two days. Just the End was added. Heu, well and a couple of other lines:-) Here's the next one in the series. It's the Fourth called:

 

A Stage in a Park



How to precise the moment? An empty stage, a Sunny day with Winds and rain.




Is God looking into it? Have I let God in me or not?



Will I speak Truth and be lost upon the Stage as I portray this momentary moment in my appearance.



Sometimes my words are like A Requiem. Sometimes my words are a Prayer in Thankfulness it is for God's bright Play here on Earth and across the Galaxies that I share upon thee.



I am hungry as Hell, awaiting and waiting that my words start flowing like a Canyon. That my words become Light not doom. That my words become a Painting not paper. That my words are felt in God as a kite for you to behold in Freedom and Jail.



I need the extra gear. I need an Himalayan impulse. I want to be God for a moment looking unto this Stage.

 

The emptiness of the Stage upon God above is almost gloomy. The Sun finds circles to beam upon the White floor on which the actors hide in a funeral of society, in unknown Heights above the Sky. There is something Roman about this Play.



Art ain't supposed to be like that!



Suddenly it starts to rain, in drops strong as winds encircle the Arena. It is built like a open Stage. It is built like a circle Open upon the Sky and Trees surrounding it.



The few peoples next to me sitting, enjoying the Sun leave. I stay for rain scares me not. I am a gladiator Today and must share this moment with you whether thou likesth it or not.



I let the rain pour over me. I know it won't last long. Five minutes. I am not even wet. Still very hungry. God feed me with your inspiration. Bring back the Sun!



How I Daresth say that?



Here it is! I can use the Energy.



Enlighten me with thy Shine for I am hungry, for I am honoring you in all I have, an actor in thou Play of Light!

 

I am your screenplay and screenwrite. I cherishe thee as I cherish my Beloved ones. Often not enough. I must find you. I must find you all. God is all.



The stage speaks to me not. It is Dead today. It is dead today. No play. It is gruesome. The stage speakesth not. That is why I share you my Prayer in God and Spell, in Love and pageantry.



For a moment I see in earnest and Miracle. Cyclers pass through the Roman Arena in steel. The Heat has come back in shine and gallop. I surrender my Hunger through a pavement of concrete.



I rather write about Trees, birds and the sound of peoples in wind and Weather. Today it is a Stage that my attention has caught. Only Shakespeare is a true Dramatist, only Shakespeare can see Trees and Peoples and birds chanting in Union.



Only God is a playwrite! I am but a lost Poet upon the miracle of pain and Life.



I look upon thee 'White Stage'. Thou speakesth to me. Thou sayesth:'Thou are my God. Thou are my craving. Thou are my desire. Thou are every thing I relinquish.'



Today it is God that hath answered my Prayers!



I cannot answer thy questions. You have answered mine.



Where are thou sweet Imaginary lover? I Imagine thee with no Crime scene.



The next day, as Hunger had made me flee the Spectacle of God, I come to finish my Prayer sometimes in spell Sometimes in God, sometimes in Love as both in Rhyme if thou liseneth with care.



The next day I come back to finish my Prayer and once more see the Stage for I was to Hungry to find the words for Thou. It is in Black that the Stage is covered today.



A Russian Rapper speakesth on Stage in Rhyme I cannot hear nor comprehend. Poetry is everywhere.



God is everywhere. Where art Thou, flower of Earth?

Written in the Vondelpark, Amsterdam, the Netherlands on my mobile phone on location. Wil be spellchecked when I get home.

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From my Facebook:



“A new entry has been published on my website. It's the continuation of my series entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. It's Modern Romanticism blended with some Shakespearean Spirit! It's the third in my series written on my mobile phone on location with pics! It's the 'TSPS' that you have found. Welcome onboard. Will be published to my Poetry blog soon!

http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2011/06/mobile-shakespeare-nr-3-subtitled.html“ “My latest poem has been published on my Poetry blog. It's called 'A Fountain Ahead' and was written on location on my mobile phone. It's part of a series I have entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. Pics on my website. Don't forget to read it. Poem category is Modern Romantic Poetry blended with Shakespearean Spirit! This has been a long day wishing you a very good whatever part of the day it is in your Region.

http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/benoit4u/mobile_shakespeare_nr_2_subtitled_039_fountain_ahead_039_0” “I enjoy the Public Transportation facilities more than any other mode of transfer in whichever country, on whatever Time zone in whatever Region on whatever ground at any time of the day in any place on any road, this Planet is home to!” “Gonna spend the morning reading what other people have bothered to write. For example on everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathy_paysen and 'the' methlab1234.blogspot.com, not forgetting to read Erhard Thomas' blog. He's your modern Dostoyevsky! Nobody writes like him. It's something I have been wanting to do for a long time but neglected it due to time constraints. That's no excuse!”

http://n0by.blogspot.com “Love And Letters has been published in The Meth Lab. It was edited by the Artist newamba flamingo. I gave him all liberties to do what he wanted with it. Beware:blog has an Adult warning. It contains very bloody pictures. NOT FOR THE FAINTHEARTED HERE NOR CHILDREN. The Meth Lab is a place where Art and Reality merges NOT into a peaceful statement but as a warning of destruction. Something like that. It’s very Modern.

http://methlab1234.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-and-letters.html ““Radio technicalities almost done. Need an extra morning for it. Should be no problem. Gonna spend the Afternoon finishing a poem I am writing on location. It's part of a series I have entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. NR 4 should be finished by the afternoon. Euh! Never speak ahead of Time unless it works as an incentive. Yeah!”

http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/benoit4u/mobile_shakespeare_nr_2_suntitled_039_fountain_ahead_039_0” “I found a place where to host a Radio show. Just it's a big set up. Gotta get it working first. Morning is a better time for it. Also I have to look into Blog Talk Radio just to compare. Well, that's what I am busy with at the moment. Also have to answer quite a few emails. If you don't receive an answer today it's just I hadn't found time. Not that I am that busy, just, I can't do everything all the time:-)” “Got an other poem of mine online. Gotta finish the layout on my website and on my Poetry blog soon. As well as in Facebook's notepad. I usually wait a day or two for that. I like to score hits first. Radio coming up!”

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Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com  That’s it for today folks. God Bless. Thank you for this Blessed day.

mobile Shakespeare – NR3 subtitled ‘A Fountain Ahead’

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

Not much inspiration today. Was very busy getting my website up to date and my Facebook of course. So still a little bit 'concussioned'.

Happy to be out writing some inspirational Poetry. Gotta get used to writing on my mobile phone. It's part of a series I have entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. Here is the next poem in the series. It's called:



A Fountain Ahead



For a moment I let the tranquility Seas through me in an open window of Peace.



A heron of Light fishing next to me in total surrender catches my attention.



The Sun is awake and asleep through a thin layer of Clouds above me in the reflection I see in the pond set against the peaceful turbulence of a Fountain ahead.



My phone's batteries are running low in a Warning sign, that wakes me up in consideration and I am wary of the reflection of the water in a Pond before me.



An organ sound is heard in East-European lament, demanding and frivolous against the Spectacle embodied by the natural elements present on this Blessed day!



I close my ears for it. No, not in a park! I want to listen to the Fountain, to the Trees, to the sound of the people, to the birds. I want to hear the Peace present in a park, that could be any park in any city, in any town of this World.



I don't hear it anymore. I don't want to hear it! Still it gives me pace. It gives me pace in frivolity and blessing but changes the outset of my Modern Romantic Poetry in sculptures different then I would want to conceive.



For a moment I forgot that the batteries making this happening possible are running low. I terminated the organ sound in a different focus. I filtered it out as if it wasn't there!



Modernity crept in for a second. I will write. I will write till extinction! Yeah!



The landscape is Majestic in a park that could be your 'Central Park' in your city, in your town, in your refuge of noise and Chaos. In our refuge in guard of cities, towns and bricks, concrete and steel, cars and buses and trucks. In guard of noise.



In the distance across the Pond I see a crowd wheeling in front of me, as a movie of dots particular across the Fountain inspiration in a Show of subtle might!



Trees left of me. Trees right of me! A Fountain ahead, a Fountain ahead, the sound of the water running cold on this warm, humid and moistureous Day!



Where are the questions? Where are the answers? The Fountain is full of questions. I am full of answers.



Is it the damp that I can feel against my cheek that answers me or belittles me in a sign of Gratitude or not?



Is it the answer in a question?



The Sun suddenly wakes in Might and the Clouds disappear and don't come back!



Today my question has been answered. Two days ago not.



A couple of people seek my attention around the Bench I am sitting on. No, is my answer. Today I want to immortalize the Fountain ahead of me.



I set out to another location. My batteries are running low while the day continues in bright and steady pace as a Horse flying by in care and warfare, in the next dimension of my day!



I got to get this published. I got to get this published! Yeah.



The organ sound continues and gave the pace for this poem. No Prayer today. A thank you for the pace. A thank you for the pace! as it stops just on the moment my phone almost switches off.



Where are you Madonna?





Written on location, Vondelpark, Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Wil be spellchecked when I get home.

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From my Facebook:



“”Fresh from the Pen - written at speeds you cannot Imagine - a new Entry has been published on my website. It's about Poetry. It goes into the Godly and philosophical merits of this Art form. It's called Poetry:"My Expression'.

http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2011/06/just-quick-entry-poetrymy-expression.html” “The tropics have hit the town! Amsterdam weather is booming. Temperature is around 90 degees Fharenheit. There is a soft breeze blowing from the South. Humidity is very low at around 46 percent with some I would guess sheets of a couple of Cirrostratus Clouds hanging in the vicinity. Visibility is almost 10 miles. That was it for now, wishing you a very upbeat Monday, working day for most of us. I am off, for some leisure. It’s my day off.” ““The Meth Lab Radio'. It's a beginning for The Meth Lab. It's gonna get big. I am gonna contribute to it and be on the show as well. It's about Art and its impact on the world and how to revive Art in general. They can use an Artist Universalis on it, as well as some good old Spirit and Sooooul! The beginning is a little bit, well, could be better. By the end it's a well worth show to listen to and gonna get better.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/frankie-metro/2011/06/26/the-meth-lab-radio" "The tropical heat has somewhat disappeared here in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. The temperature is still very warm at around 77 degrees Fahrenheit. Humidity has increased and is quite high, at 64 percent. A lot of Clouds around. The wind is blowing from the South and turning in a Western direction. It's kind of a Sea breeze streaming through the city. Visibility is about 7 miles." _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-end of Appendix of the day-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

That’s it for today folks. God Bless.

mobile Shakespeare - NR2 subtitled 'A Field in Front of Me'

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

"Woke up late, at around seven hundred hours local time here in the Netherlands,  Amsterdam."

It's a cloudy day and raining. I decided to take a pic or two in the Vondelpark. There are some beautiful Trees and Alleys there.



Let us see what the inspiration gives me for free:



A Field in Front of Me



Cyclers passing my way in utmost precision and pedestrians at slow tempo minding their own business in harmony with the  elements.



Peace in the middle of the city! No anger here. No composition of Chaos here. Just harmony in Symphony, and the yellow painting of a field with a bright sunshine agaze.

 

The rain has stopped. The Sun has come! The clouds are dissipating while moisture is Almighty. It is chilly and ice. What a play!


What a silence except for the birds singing along in duets random, the footsteps of an occasional jogger upon the Alley, the pedestrian in a quiet talk with an other and the bristle of the wind aloof. It is what you could hear in your local park across the world.



It is what my ears share with you.

It is what my eyes shares with you.

It is what my Spirit shares with you.



The Tree in front of me asks no questions. So I don't. The pedestrians in quiet walks ask no questions. So I don't. The cyclers ask no questions. So I don't. The birds chanting ask no questions. So I don't



Why question a park in the middle of the city?

Why ask beauty its name?

Why  has the Sun suddenly disappeared?



It is time for some coffee.The magnitude of the Realm has suddenly stopped. The wind has taken over my work and leisure in breezes far stronger than the weather forecast predicted.



Just a goodbye in shine from the field across me in yellow and green for a split second, as I set out for a new location.



Thank you dear Creator for this blessed moment.

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.

mobile Shakespeare - NR 1 subtitled 'Atlantis'

High above the noon is situated a planet called Venus. When will I meet her? When will my love be fulfilled! Is she from Texas? or from Timbuktu! Am I dreaming? and sleepwalking! Am I just a shadow on this planet? just an eyelash of your left eyebrow, a lost ghost from a lone gone civilization called Atlantis. Yeah! That must be it. I seek the new world. I seek thou.

Mobile upload - NR 1

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