Global warming is no accident,
it has an ancient antecedent
with one important difference:
That first deluge was by decree,
the one scientists predict will be
by man’s incompetence –
the better word is stupidity.
Reason rests upon faith
I am not into fideism
I'm not a fan of the Enlightenment
Or a Cartesian prison
Mr. Naturalist if you please
Show me where laws grow on trees
Or where numbers hide
And propositions are seen
So you believe what you see
Has anyone ever seen
An abstract entity?
Unbelieving scientists
Obscure and fudge the truth
All the theories they've put forth
Drowned in primordial soup
Liberals say anything goes
Then attempt to condemn a belief
That's as silly as a kleptomaniac
Claiming not to be a thief
Existentialism
Seems appealing
Equate God's thoughts
It has no meaning
Thinking God's thoughts
After Him we are commanded
In chance and luck you'll be stuck
Leaving you intellectually stranded
So how do we account for counting?
Is it antecedent steps of doubt?
When we experience epistemological self-consciousness
We can ask "Who let the dogmas out?"
CONVENTIONS
the
banal
thoughts
as
excess
baggage
widely
spaced
&
reinforced
by curious
virtues
a
source
of the irregular
antecedent
in surprising
resurrection
of
the
inapproprate
derived
from
pleasured
reverberations
of
prolific
understanding
mirrored
in
the soul
In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger
Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ?
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land.
The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.
Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope....
In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger
Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ?
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land.
The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.
Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope....
She's losing count of the times she's cursed
Inconsolably cast my destitute self in hell
She's forgotten the periodical instances she's dumbly paused
Sentient to her reinvigorated hatred
Entwined in inexplicable feelings of attachment
In a layering gone wrong
Probably for its lack of a footing!
In the distant thoughts that harshly rule her mind
Reminding her of the mistakes, she's made
Gaffes that brought an end to our dreams
Of a valid and reachable vision currently so reserved
She's been oblivious of my blunders
Those that justify her actions and reactions
Antiphons consequent not antecedent!
In that newfound awakening
A realization calling for novel resolutions
Dawns upon her like a striking lightning
Sending awakening requests to dimmed passions
In attempting to make past due slip-ups
If only to approach things with naivety
As some subjects are sophistications enemy
But an ally to the crude!
Antecedent Universe
Imagine if a moment
Could be caught on film
The presage
The nuance
The spectrum
The emotion
The context of
The moment itself
An eternity in an antecedent universe
Waiting to be remembered
Wanting to be recorded
While the shutter clicks
And the film advances
In the changing incalescence of
The light
David J Walker
fixity or flux
in the
evasion of monotony
a linear turn
to integrity
in phrasal inflections
scanning language
in signature verse
internal sounds
made prominent with
divergent voices
random shapes
on the
theatre of the page
circumstance
leavened by
understanding
at points of departure
into floods
of the experimental
in a inherent
impulse
an antithesis
of the
ambivalent
dislocated
by emotion
distracted by
banalities
sesoned with tradition
a spontaneous
cycle of seasons
the heritage
of life blooms
a sentiment
of trees
in a rare
but natural voice
eternally alive
in an annual
renaissance
of precedents
where
caution passes by
style detours in disguise
shameless
in deceit
sly&aloof
prudence laid aside
a
transfigured folly
yet
volatile
& naive
an antecedent
of
a
genteel
future
in an age of antecedent attention
adoration for the weak
penchant for the at ease
you arise
you walk with grace
across burning coals
craving to feel the heat
vehement with rhetoric meetings
banished to breathe
the defiance of the devil
the here and the now
into our ashes
you sing
to all us suffering nightingales
as we nurse from your teat
sliced through our banished wounds
slit up amid the fear
curling into every empty cavity
lost in (the) spaces {of our mind}
one virtuous note at a time
A Bearded Cat
Dancing Energetically Found
Generous Helpers imagining
Jealous kittens languishing meaningfully.
Never ostentatious private queries
rendered sassy tales united vivaciously
with ‘xact youthful zestiness.
Zany yeti ‘xtraordinary wisdom visualized
under true scholastic reality quickly
paid ordinary niceties many libations.
Killing joyful imagery hereby granting
federal enthusiasm during catastrophic
bemused antecedent.
fixity or flux
in the
evasion of monotony
a linear turn
to integrity
in phrasal inflections
scanning language
in signature verse
internal sounds
made prominent with
divergent voices
random shapes
on the
theatre of the page
circumstance
leavened by
understanding
at points of departure
into floods
of the experimental
in a inherent
impulse
an antithesis
of the
ambivalent
dislocated
by emotion
distracted by
banalities
sesoned with tradition
a spontaneous
cycle of seasons
the heritage
of life blooms
a sentiment
of trees
in a rare
but natural voice
eternally alive
in an annual
renaissance
of precedents
where
caution passes by
style detours in disguise
shameless
in deceit
sly&aloof
prudence laid aside
a
transfigured folly
yet
volatile
& naive
an antecedent
of
a
genteel
future
An antecedent me, a subsequent
and present me, all those me who went
through stones, plants, amoebas, arthropods,
reptilians, arachnids, mammals, men
and women, a reptilian again
as punishment for hubris, even gods -
the small "g" gods. As for the uppercase,
I hope, it won't deny me in its grace:
tu te souviens, mon Dieu, tu m'as promis
qu'un jour...* Long story short: since time begun,
one turns nonstop into the other one
but what they all have shared is a me.
Who's that mysterious me? Have a suggestion?
I guess this verse will help reply to question.
* (fr.) do you remember, God, you promised me that once...
You And Yours, Lets Get Personal Any Theme Thereupon, Any Form, In My Final
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Where are you going?
Have you come from somewhere?
Are you in the Here and Now?
Three simple requests
antecedent of Nirvana
floating seamlessly
The darkness of nowhere sheds
its ancient light thundering conducting
on the background stage
Steady rainbows coalesce
where Source seems destiny
and dew drops rise above
High in the humble clouds
roots reflect condensation
of transcendent steady swirl
Tim marvels at the hourglass
descending from receding void
as moments pass and reassemble
Time calls for action but the deeds are
done as memories find soothing homes
in awareness of forthcoming anticipation
as he accepts that vivid life holds
fewer answers and the stony path
of wisdom is child’s play at its best
What is Truth?
That old unanswered question.
I know when I'm telling a lie though.
I lie not. There I was
minding my own business,
making myself a complimentary cup of coffee
in the hotel lobby when
this man leaves his seat
and stands right next to me, glaring.
"Where is she?"
He wore a workman's knitted skull cap.
He pierced me with steely blue eyes.
He was tall and strongly built.
I was about to say "Who is she?"
but thought better of it.
He'd think I was questioning his judgment
in posing such a question.
"I've been looking for her over a year now."
I thought I should say something reassuring.
"Just wait a little. She'll soon be back."
"Who do you bloody well think you are?
What gives you the right to say such a thing?"
"Nothing personal," I blurted. "Nothing personal.
I took "she" to refer generically to all womankind."
I think it took him four seconds to ingest my words,
by which time I had vanished down a corridor.
Perhaps I am the privileged one
Perhaps the one who disqualified your vice is one like myself
For after all, if equality is truly to be achieved
We are to see the weaknesses and the strengths
In the potential of all in harmony
Am I wrong?
Perhaps you are criminalized for your own sake
For you inhale to stifle; I swallow to expand
But buttresses are buttresses
Am I wrong?
I am the maximized self; you are yourself without reserve
My standing comes from those who chose your vice before me
But who am I to choose?
My vice is not condemning; my humanity no greater than yours
But any time a man is placed above his brother
That man’s flaws are revered
Not by human nature, but by condition
Perhaps that man was me
Guarding over you, my brother
Perhaps we can agree that he is all of us
Am I wrong?
Inhale; I swallow
Release; I regain
For the one who has known despair will choose a path of consciousness
Your awareness is my degradation
Am I wrong?
Should I apologize for my antecedent insult to your reliance?
In all insults are a hope for harmony
Can we live in harmony with our sins?
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