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 … Schizophrenia.. of Ego mania, wipe the slate
the human logic with no plate

its late, its late… the Master plan wipes the slate..
the logics of the human plates.

let us stash the cash of world concepts past…
pile it high in the streets.. currency of egos, many discreet..

for the human of Feud, of ego minds is void
Burn the stash of concepts past, shared of ego elites 
then study of  the void of Sigmund Feud,
ego mania is thus unemployed.

fly away, some glad day…
as thus we sing and thus we say, 
may as well be today..

or stay…… endure the fray,
as human logics pay…
there’s a promised day..
as we few opt the new way

they fray, little by little each day
as the kingdom comes, unobserved
just a little less ego every day
seems just a little sprout, of wings about
rids the gout of ego’s sprout…

logic of which is proven…
Faith the wreath, opts not the grief…
the Precept in life of truth is woven 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 4/20/2013 3:17:00 PM
excellent poem john. i loved it! keep it up
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Date: 5/11/2012 3:11:00 PM
lovely write, john. many congrats on all your wins, my friend
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Date: 5/11/2012 11:42:00 AM
Yes......little by little each day....sad, sad...sad - Very well written John. - Have a lovely weekend. - oxox hugs Anne-Lise
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Date: 5/9/2012 9:00:00 PM
All I know is that it was no fun when my dad got it. He is a shell of the man he could have been! It's a terrible disease. So glad my sisters and I escaped it, john.
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Date: 5/9/2012 2:29:00 PM
Catholics believe the slate is "wiped clean" after confession, but it is the Master who decides whether we have earned entry to heaven. The last three lines are amazingly beautiful. Love, carolyn
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