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Ima (Nathan Stanton) was born in 1981 in Bellflower, California. Raised in

a family of seven children he attended gifted classes through grammar
school and high school. He started creating art after a supernatural
experience November 17, 2001 in Atlanta, Georgia. After a couple of years
he applied to the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and was accepted
receiving several grants and scholarships. BFA program 2005-2006
(unfinished). After travelling to Africa, Ima landed back in the Chicago
area. He has created over 400 paintings and many more poems. This is the
first in the tetrology , ZoeBiospHere.

TABLE OF DISCONTENTS
WELLSPRING.......................................................................................................... 4
LIFE-LIKE
MARIGOLD........................................................................................................................ 5
CAUTION SAID TO THE WIND:

TWO
LIPS.6


MINTY...7
THE REVELATION

PRISMS.8
BLUE SUN

CLAPPING
FLOWERS...9


BEYOND
MANNA.10


RIPE FIRE...11
FRESH


WILD WIND...12


RIGHTEOUS ATOM13
WINDSSS

GLASS BLOWN...14
SAW WINTER IN MY DAUGHTERS EYES
PROP
SEASON..15
FINE SIDE

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Dedicated to the Love of my life, my wife Liz and our beautiful children
Andre, KiKi and Niani



























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WELLSPRING

Wet buds born purely of expectation and thats it
I am born of the expectation of
Victory!
Unequivocally excited for the
Explosion that stalks us at every corner
Threatening to tackle and
Tickle till the child in us is manifested around us
Then in unity no thing will
Be held from us
For what Father can resist his children
Playing in the expectation that he is
Better than we could ever know
But we try and limit Him
So

Our day is coming!
It is near!
It is here!
Made mincemeat of the beasts who
Try to devour dreams
Double the effort for the kingdom
Is closer at once than it seems.
Bam



LIFE-LIKE

The truly most vivid escape one
will ever get is into the imagination
therefore this behavior with frequency
explains imaginathan the one who chooses
to create rather than destroy
thats what He does anyways
contrary to popular plays
expect the unexpected a spilling of the
proverbial guts leading to
appreciating this divine course
where we wind about
spent yet full of vigor


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MARIGOLD

Not nice degrees can never give way to seeds
that are welled up with silence
yet in silence is the
vibration of potential,
yet to be realized
nonetheless mutually violent for
breaking through concrete cries
or rocks for that matter
the bigger obstacle
in tension to beauty
this is the way refinement whispers in the
ear of growth and back it answers:
On second thought it does not catch






CAUTION SAID TO THE WIND:

Under mines rocks disguise
the face that has no guise until the
Popular guys come and claim what has already
Been made.
But owned?
Creaking boats blown holes in the side by assaults
On ones pride and expectation then the provision
Channel for opulence is wide
What if art just decides to be beautiful?
Then we are all in trouble
The medium we use to enlarge our understanding of the
Ultimate artist/creator has then been cut off
Substituting a soul less touch
Left abrasive natives clamoring to save it
A culture all at once doomed then wed all thought to
Ruin the room both outside and in and after all
Wed expanded the light that had become dim
Leaves lit aflame releasing seed of no name
But of a mighty purpose holding this gift ever so
Gingerly not spicy for the root of our cause is Life
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Nothing else all that kills must have its final gel then
Explode as if the same manner told the Fourth of July
To save all of its disintegrating expression for another
Time when we actually will pay attention
Not distracted by the balls of lightning replacing good intentions
Who cares how it starts but how it ends will determine the
True perception of the winds whispering
Urging a canonization of our unity
Until then
Simply


Express.


TWO LIPS

Speak say lift my soul from the
torrent
inviting the birds that flit and dart
between the letter bending
under the wind of a wunderkind
the greatest of all time that is
he lives on
we'd catch up if we knew the fragrance
of the storm. Collecting honey or nectar like those
winged I wonder
sometimes
still
whispering

no ill will
on the words destined to bounce
off of my chest like bullets they are powerful
the very sweetest part of creation
still inflections calm
raging flames of
'u can't


MINTY

Question all of our patronage if you must
Must we walk through these rapids yet

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Once again
Ill say all that I was sold
For the retail position would definitively
Hold me back from fully ingesting
Old age and old legs that refuse to walk
And conform ever fully to control

Bullies cannot scare, the flocks stole
More reaping rewards of fitness
No fountain for Ponce just many who did not
Get that memo one the old explorer passed
And torches
All die some day Phoenix-less
Re-tread same lines from whence
Appliances teeter on the brink of passable
Plausibility
This is new right?




THE REVELATION

The moon
closes our eyes
while the sun opens them,
the rain
washes our skin while
passion mixes them,

night came and I revel in its solitude
but morning brings a silence that listens
for new birth and life free from any
gift that deserts.








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PRISMS

Maybe our concern will increase as the sand goes
By falling
Its glass was flipped outside
Of the viewers eye
Socket lost it all common
Sense as soon as the earth started to vent
Missed the day to repent
For sins we performed backstage
groupies
Yearned not to be a star, just near one
Siphoning importance
For the ending definition of the dictionary would be as
Useless as counting rays of the sun
As fruitless as weighing water
With none other than yours truly as the judge
Makeshift vehicles even
One day nudge me towards a place where I lost my thought
Read then gleaned but historically wrought
What after all is Iron-clad fabric all about?




BLUE SUN

Off we slid while
gloves off kid
manners false escaping
the torrid faults line
all the way around
epic centers creating the
momentum quiet place in
the midst of spinning like millions
of waves atmospheric measure
caves into the crest of
crescendo peaking the likes of
all we'd hold fundamental
if the problem was known
solution sown gathered from the
reaches of sound and light manifested
in just one word
syntax spawn sealed to hearts
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interest waived
breakthrough saved
from an undertow threatening
to walk alone.

In a community all is healed
hurts are unmasked
forgiveness peeled
stickers stuck to a body
all united in Him.




CLAPPING FLOWERS

jumping through the hoops
making fluid frames
poof
magic expected can be none at all
for the element of suprise
can spoil the weakest catcall
feet fell in waves rocks backing
against plateaus
been reached before
but then again I guess that is what giving up is for
there is the reference to creativity that
welcomes the critics
the circle
lap
up a bit after wells are taken seriously
and beauty deafens us all
the floppy stems stuffed into indifferent barrels
cannot tame the safety of comfort
but add to the anxiety that plagues the most staunch
of liberators gates screeched to a close or
golden silence made minced quarter rolls
worth about a clamoring buck
shot after he left his hiding spot to touch
a less vocal
curious
portly man hanging on to his luck
bees singing the praises
buzzing the favorites
bowing in adoration
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appreciation makes lilacs famous
or is it jealous?









BEYOND MANNA

At the other side of death
came real freedom from objects
life where your sustenance is dependent upon
victories and not the quality of comfort
we disguise in our intentions
averting the eyes of idealism back to the
truth.
will I be able to keep my current standard of living?
-probably not, but whatever comes will be
better than the porcelain=lined existence
we toil through
Making our own fate
and in the process
milking the Honey, Im home
for all its worth
is it
all worth it all?
Worry befalls the most prepared
expecting the worst
increase
even leaves spring after winter death
Ill learn
my stripes add more
breadth






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RIPE FIRE

nice fire work the best shirts melt
under pressure representing
treasure with truth and righteousness
I guess the address was dressed in infamy
simply greater love
will we be thwarted before the revolution
begins varied greatly for the mighty
safety of our comfort zones bring the gracious
matter through teams less sown
how can we ever turn from the way things have been
without the solid staring men or women?


convinced that most fires are forced into being lit then
burns for the most fuel
how can destruction ever equal the life given for it?
chomp at a bit that will not go away gracious
plots playing in the midst of what we know
we walk alone surrounded but the Lord
never even thought that this was an option
willing to trace the split to long ago fell
felt we were always brothers even still
yet the bitter ones object to the peel
but that harvest is as of yet sweet greatly managed
the flames beat.





FRESH

no regard less imagined and
more experienced taking tension
cords in stride
convinced cuz they make the kites
float and fly over opposing views
to unity greatly sorted assorted
variation view find my heart spouting
passion=filled times
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when I dont remember how things
used to be while taken for granted as if
salt of the see more or less tasteless
bright times make the fresh
produce production values
well spent
dried eyes voice objections to
spell fires






WILD WIND

made creativity mend
us all at the seams
craving the passion that
teems
but does not divide encompassing
unity inside the mind
more inside of the heart
cringing limping dreams
catching fire
leans into his voice
calling to the surface
legendary
purpose
green
abundance
sheen.









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RIGHTEOUS ATOM


At the core of a crusade lived the conviction
That the price was paid
Not an indisputable argument
But the ultimate augmentation of the aghast proof

That he adores the very depths of your uncertainty
With such a certainty that draws the faith of us all

In and from the water that makes up the Spirit
Just as Moses felt the mist was recurring and allowing
The rocks to break the backs of the miserly
Poorly equipped for a battle no one is ready to wage
Yet we are all ready to turn the page on analysis and
See our rational merits bow beneath
The weight of the assurance that we
Are created from the same matter

Convince a heart and we all win
Sway a mind and it is only a matter of time
That it becomes control
Let us again walk hand in hand as days of old
While staring down a giant that alone
Courage fails but together
Fear sails and we stand ready to take
The leaves of history in hand and not burn them
But burn ourselves with the conviction that He lives
so do we like light or salt
ends the reign of the worm of death (Mark
9:48)
chemistry of the kingdom holds our authenticity
We are supernaturally called to insanity.


WINDSSS

breaking the flags
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changing seas sons grab
at an inheritance after all
if only they knew all possess
gradual mines digging into the
greatest matter that in the end did not matter
much for the bearings were golden after all
one held in each hand clamoring for the
weight that could not fail
wailing on those keys
alphabetized any aesthetic beauty
blowing wherever the Spirit will
isnt that vivid?



GLASS BLOWN

Sands shook in His hands after all
Demonstrates
Soon
stars could not count the way
its light examines the sky

But
let me do that for you

I AM replies

altogether wise
authority while dominating
the LOVE market for
His raw displays take the
Most non-asthmatics breath away


SAW WINTER IN MY DAUGHTERS EYES


Even though her temperature was just fine
Mine was not
Imagining the season that will change assuredly in her life
All surprised that her soul should catch the apprehension of my heart
Witnessing her peering through a window is where the
Reflection must start.

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Sheets of luminescent white cover the ground and her pupils
Will my prayers meet her when she needs them most?
To be held in comfort when there is no toast to success
Or better yet a bitter wind sweeping over her
From Lake Michigan
Let her love and passion never grow cold
Expressed again the world would miss out
After all she is a love song
Taught to us by
The creator with His words
Let the season be born

PROP SEASON


Appropriate wisdom for the ages
Has not pained the face that engages
With love and not criticism
For one is a miscue of the other
And trains missed you
Lost in translation for the painted
Countenances invaded the closest place Id marked
Like and explorer or astronaut
Nullified by the smiles that crown when
One approaches that altitude and
Although grace formed in the mouths
Of many men we are made to transfer gratitude
To one another mistake torn for the
Mighty born reasons all left alone
Like the life of groves have become more abundant
When the question of the harvest has been solved

FINE SIDE

Refine Refine
a mind imprisoned
by time exercise
sublime grace held
in the hands of him
who holds all tell secrets
big and small
smell life like the
fragrance of eternity
soon metallurgy turned to
crafting desert
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oases into sand
kairos moments
stand alongside
Now