As I have grown older, so many things have changed, from the things I dreamt of and those I never had.
Now it doesn't matter as I sit in my chair, you speak, advise and I listen but despite your mediation and ideas of immersion I still just sit.
How things have changed, how many people have gone, and still I just sit looking at the world, I have seen so much, that now I feel neither desire or aversion to the way people are.
I started as a man who set myself standards and managed peoples expectations, but here I still sit with all those conditional beliefs discarded.
People come, people go and night continues to follow the day, as I feel things slowly slipping away, I think about my final farewell, I won't say what songs to sing, just ask that all have a hymn to hum, hummed in your own special version.
GOODBYE
Un-certainty..' Events beyond Biblical..
Being prepared for you.' Fire
For for your desire, a black heat though.?
Coming from just where
( you do not know )
It is intense, with the energy; all the energy
Of lives you have sqandered, including the
Ones that collectivly you self-relinquished
Such will your future be.' The delivery in inevitable..The sender is satan, he in indentured to dispense you wages, this is
( the gift that keeps on giving ) guys..' or gals...? I does not really really ( matter! )
View it as 'gender-indifferent?' Though most malevolent he can't help it by the way ' he is typecast by choice..And i beleive he ( means well?) Well for himself
Anyway..' But he can't cut the mustard.'
his gambit is completely busted, a busy fool is he, gambling on hostage taking.'
Obstinate to the enth; hell, of all degrees.'
Late: The square?holds its panting between
?the last bus and the first argument.
Nowhere / ‘online’ - @someone is ‘winning’..?
A face, a flag, emptiness trending; always.
We desired a just world -?rights, dignity, ‘progress’; doors?that open to merit.
Enlightenment still flashes warning
from the distant rocks - through darkling fog.?
The doors? Gone.
?it will not be alright.?
it is cold.
?the square waits: quiet, tense.?
you are here,?
so am I.
To all those fence riders
To all the Gospel chiders
Aspire to the Spire
To all those who besmirch
To all within Satan’s lurch
Aspire to the Spire
To all those fake fossil fans
To all those who don’t give a damn
Aspire to the Spire
To all those in quagmire
To all with a spurious ire
Aspire to the Spire
To those who have not been hopin’
To those headed for the gate wide open
Aspire to the Spire
To those first reading The Word
Don’t let your mind call it absurd
Aspire to the Spire
To all interests that (by The Holy Ghost) have been piqued
To all: take heed don’t let your seed become weed
Aspire to the Spire
To all who fall on the rocky, thorny or along the well beaten path
To all who act a fool for the king of Gath
Aspire to the Spire
To the prisoners and their lives
To those not putting up a fight
Aspire to the Spire
Resolution:
Why the spire (if it is true)?
Because it is pointing us to
(Here’s a clue for all in the convocations)
To be in[spired] by The Desire of the nations
Solitude in search of peace
Omnipresent with the.universal being
Obedient to my chain of command
Kindhearted and willing to share
Dedicated to my family and duty
Enthusiastic about the future
Optimistic over the choices I make
Magnetically inclined to the truth
Artististically believing in myself
Neutral towards everyone I make contact
Ambitious to present my talent
Nonsensical leader to follow what is right
Skeptical about my friends
Intuitive patterns of thoughts
Naturalistic to the call of creation
Generous towards the weak and unfortunate
Honest and hardworking to achieve
A Roman Catholic is like a Roman Candle...
Fire works!!!
Quick to anger...
Quick to repentance...
Dear Father...
Take my confession for I have sinned...
Romans 3:23- I have read
BUT.
“I have to tell YOU this...”
.............
Explosions are chaos
Is it chaos that made us?
The stars died for you
(So forget this Jesus Who
actually died for you)
The formation of disorder
Came together as a forger
The star dust then came
In the form of rain
The rain washed each rock
And combined we get schlock
And slowly formed for us from scum
Or was it punctuated equilibrium?
With all the complexities of life
(And all the necessities of life)
Has Evolution been solved
With all the problems that evolved?
The conservation of angular momentum
Is the same direction that it sends’em
How can there be, anything contrary?
And in the repetition of lies
Where, when and with what did ethics arise?
Resolution:
The Evolution theory is s***, and the only kin to an idiot
Only the Brother’s Wit: (Dim, Half and Nit) would believe this
P.S. The Evolution solution is always dilution pollution
And what's confided has been decided by the misguided
There's no star born to the forlorn, that's on dilemma's horn
So balk, (but read in chalk on the side walk, or the trestle's veneer):
"Jesus was here"
There was a man in the Temple street
who went round and round the street
everyday begging for alms
never did he offer prayers
to the temple Gods for he was an atheist !
Horny Lizard Music
I “Slap Uh the bass”
Gosh darn...
Lizard Brain...
Cold Blooded?
What the heck???
A Speck of Dust in the Eardrum
Humm...
Strum, strum, strum away...
Echo Location
Whale, Monkey, Eagle, Lizard, Dragon, Snake, Bear, Wolf, Pig, Dawg, and “Mouse”
This is a crazy thing to talk about
NOT in MY house...
Just saying
Pick up that bass and go back to “slaying”
Hey...
Is for Horses???
NOT for kids...
To Friends...
To friends of friends...
To bends in the windy roads that we have begun...
To "being the ONE???"
To being someone BUT no one...
To the crazy loon @ noon
To everyone!!!
To neighbors
To lovers
To sisters
To brothers
To smokers
To jokers
To "Too many irons in the fire type of pokers"
To those that play poker and tell sick jokes
To Scarlet Cope, my love
To those below, beneath, in between, up high, down low, behind the back, and above...
To all sorts of feelings, dealings, wheels in the sky, and those that have died,
To LOVE!!!
To all of the rest OF...
The things that I forgot...
AND EVERYTHING THAT WE ARE NOT!!!!
And dang this shot cost a lot...
But heck we bought it and that is NOT quite that big of a deal...
It seemed like a steal...
Just saying...
Horizon bound!
In sight of Nevermind's abode...
A brush of lilies here-there trace
This breathless, stony road.
By the creaky passing of
Yon rigid, horse-drawn hearse,
It pains to see such lively ones
So sorely lacking mirth.
All time has passed!
Comes judgement day.
Seek not to listen as He
Straddles His commode;
Try not to hear it as His bowels
Let loose their slick, wet load.
Focus instead upon His lunatic decree.
Upon His gavel, trailing dreams, He
Wields with such uncanny glee...
Weep...such sweet remorse...
Pure, pristine sin you've yet to see.
An arbitrary effigy
Enacts its own soliloquy;
Concocts a taste sensation
Fit to consternate a nation.
What's an ethical conundrum?
Sinful, existential ho-hum!
Guaranteed to whiten whiter
Never lit one cross on fire...
Yet the sugar pills create
A side effect that won't abate -
You're free to spend more time prostrate
Than one can ever stay awake.
Now your own somnolent scream
Conducts a constant marching theme;
Reverberates the eight of Rome
As sifting sand toward sunken home...
If as you glance up at the sky
You still sense wonder from on high -
If with every labored breath
You'll glibly force another step -
Seek some meaning midst these words
Although the cadence is absurd:
NeVeRmInD tHe BuRnInG;
ThAt JuSt MeAnS iT's WoRkInG!
I met a young man
Who was verbally dead,
Inside a text bubble
That wept in our head.
He thought rhyme juvenile,
That no one would care;
His hands turned to claws
And he tore at my hair.
A snake in the garden
Afraid of the fall,
He lit up a smoke
And he started to crawl.
Seems que*r all he wanted
Was someone to love,
Like the edge of a cliff
And the push of a shove.
Braise
Mysterious loses
Pleasing, tempting, teasing
Planting, affluents blue gold
Treasure
Healing and dealing
Stealing and reeling
Feeling the feeling
Wheelies down the spillway
Three’s a thrill
Another bill
Still...
I will!
Chill, with the window sill,
Skilled at raiding the mills,
Tilled until everyone who wants a chance can dance until-
The rest are nil haikus 4 reiki suing spells four ewe
I’ll hang with Jill ... s
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