Most bypass the shadow throat,
That world of swallowed measures,
Illusion of a distance —
The ceiling just as close as heaven.
Cogito ergo sum —
All else does cease to be,
My breath the last life whisper,
My memories the library.
In bowels of night’s leviathan,
The sun forgets she ever was,
Disciples sleep to spurn the moon,
Ruling by Medieval laws.
Discerning shadows lost —
Of space and logic gone —
Until returns the bursting dawn,
And christens hay fields, harvest gold.
Hear the true story of my great-great-great Grandpa,
the forgettingest man I ever saw.
When he tried to pass first grade again
he forgot to bring to school his brain.
When it was time to race in the big track meet,
wouldn't you know it - he forgot his feet.
When he married Mary, his sugar tart,
believe it or not, he forgot his heart.
So, she smacked him with a frying pan,
and down the road he ran.
You'd think he might die with a lump on his head,
but in a fortnight, it was Mary who was dead.
He forgot to bring his alibi,
so, they strung him up so high,
and he forgot to die.
"With you is the sorce of life"
The sky, the land, the sea
The wind, the rain, the sun
The very breath in me.
I once asked the question,
Why you yourself did not descend...
If you were to die
The universe would end!
Once you raised your Son from death
You gave him immortality.
You planned to grant him kingship
For all eternity.
Although his rulership began
In the year 1914,
The physical evidence of his reign
Is still in future to be seen.
Like you, this kind and caring king
Rules from the realms above.
In harmony with your will
He governs your earth with love.
His heart will glow, his eyes will shine
As he reverses the effects of sin,
While he brings to full fruition
The vision you saw to begin.
This mighty king Christ Jesus
Will soon bring wars to an end.
He won't be a distant entity
But forever our close friend.
(Psalm 36:9, Romans 6:9, Psalm 46:9)
I No longer look for any contact
Your memory is fading like the past
Dreams we shared once alive
Dreams now give possibilities
Values shape our soul endlessly
Honor yourself and your family and open totally
Dancing with myself is like singing in the rain
Future I welcome with excitement
Fear is exempt
Letting go has saved me
Dreams are my right you see
At a supermarket in Pa.
I couldn’t quite avoid
A MAGA-hatted tattooed guy
Whose shirt got me annoyed.
Beneath a giant cross, it said,
“REPENT!” (Can you relate?)
And after that, what followed was,
“Before it is too late.”
I think religion ought to be
A personal embrace,
Without the need to shove it,
Uninvited, in my face.
And though some freedoms, such as speech,
Have not yet gone away,
An order to REPENT! is one
I never will obey.
The Existence Plan.
The moon and sun are eternal lovers who never get to meet.
Once a century the stars align and he and she can be.
Once an eclipse eclipses the world and all the world turns dark,
The light remains with arms around the darkness,
Faithfully she sends her sparks,
Which become fires that light up the faces,
In endless places, she sends her graces,
That bring the warmth of an eternal sunshine.
The cold moonlight engulfs to shower the earth with why’s?
But even the moon cannot claim sadness.
He’s far too happy to see his Goddess,
And even if it is just for one day,
The memory will never fade.
He will forever see her face is the way to truly love,
So he tells the planet, worship her, for good,
Is all that comes from her very being.
Become all seeing and see what he see’s,
For in her he see’s a reason to be.
The Good, The Bad, The Future, The Past.
A Theory of Everything, The Existence Plan,
To meet again in a thousand years.
For love is eternal.
It is foretold.
The Moon and Sun are destined to be.
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Morning Beautiful
Morning beautiful.
What did you say?
I was unable to hear,
As I was lost in your spheres,
Like I have been for a thousand years.
And if you ever need me near,
I’ll be right here with open ears.
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Etun Atay
The Sword of Stars pierces the veil,
To expose the universe to a holy female.
She will bring peace throughout the lands.
The shroud will lift and there will be a man,
Who walks alone all dressed in black.
The sun on his back is a chasing fireball,
And his only escape is in her mind,
If he can find and see through her eyes.
The two will meet in a moment of perfection.
The world will unite beneath the lights of Heaven,
Which reign down upon the throng of singers,
Who sing their songs to the unbelievers,
Who shall be convinced by a story of epiphanies,
That light up life like a rain of sunbeams,
Blinding the darkness,
Making all unseen to be seen,
Creating meaning,
Dreamers dreaming,
Silence the screaming,
For only joy can reign this day.
Glory, Glory, etun atay.
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Big ol’ Big Mac
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m exhausted with exhaustion.
I wish I had the money to retire,
But that is not up for discussion.
I can’t sink my teeth into a big ol’ big mac.
The motivation I lack to go and fetch that.
I’m not too skint and I’m not a skin flint,
I just don’t have the energy of an energy drink.
I’m thinking of food when I know I can’t eat.
I’d love to meet the best version of me,
But he does not exist,
He is lost to the past.
Damn that life was hard,
But we sure did have some laughs.
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Always
Can’t stop listening to ‘Always’.
In all ways I am under her spell.
Don’t want to quit thinking of future days,
Because right now I am free from my personal Hell.
I am walking in the light for love is glorious.
It is not asking to take anymore from us.
We are speaking without words, telepathic understanding.
I think about her and she let’s me keep on dreaming.
Lost in a moment of purity.
Not harmed by the truth of what is.
Living in a head of fantasy,
Is walking through air blowing bliss.
It embraces me with loving arms.
She holds me gently to keep me from harm.
I am day dreaming of a life so charmed,
That nothing can cause me to fear what could be, or what was.
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I am a mouse, I am I am
I am a mouse, I am
The sort you would surely kill
If you found me in your house.
I am a rat, I am I am
I am a rat, I am
Your voice would suddenly go shrill
If you found me in your hat.
You never smile when I see you
I never frown when I meet your eyes.
It seems to me that our story is over
We meant it when we said goodbye.
If you were a star, shining down on me,
You’d be the only one, that I can see.
If you were a diamond, found in a mine
You would be flawless, with perfect design.
If you were a flower, in a wild meadow,
You’d dance with grace, as winds would blow.
If you were a perfume, a bottle of crystal,
You’d smell divine, powerful and mystical.
You are my partner, the one I adore,
My star, my diamond, my flower and more.
I love you Layla, will all my heart,
Which you have kept safe, from the start.
You are my girl, with long blonde hair,
With deep endless eyes, full of soul and care.
You are my soul mate, my angel on earth,
My destined partner, since both our births.
Your smile infectious, your laughter the same,
A voice so comforting, when you say my name.
Your wondrous mind, your ambition and drive,
You are the reason, I feel alive.
Layla your presence, your warming glow,
Your soul like glitter, and the sparkle it shows.
Layla your love, so warming and bright,
You’ve never failed, to light up my night.
You will never believe what I should see,
but three blue-grey birds on the branch of a tree.
I do not think that they were finches,
though they were only about five inches.
Sporadically, each, in turn, would hop,
as they composed the gnatcatcher bop.
I don't want to hear
your conspiracy theory,
your blah blah blah
is making me weary!
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