OMNISCIENT OMISSION
My poem forcibly removed from the
text book by a higher authority.
Like a deleted scene cut from of a
film reel of an old movie.
To be lost and never found again.
The themes of the anthology no
longer being fully explored or
understood.
How history can repeat itself.
Comparable to the Nazis.
All copies must be destroyed.
The words I spoke
and the words I wrote.
Torn from the pages.
Torn from my hand.
Torn from the student’s minds.
Ironic how English teachers do not
understand the English of my work,
yet they teach the violent tragedies of Shakespeare…
“How shall I murder him, Iago?”
“Romeo must not live.”
“Macbeth does murder sleep."
Now, all that Remains is a page as
blank as closed minds…
“This page is left intentionally blank.”
Intro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like....
Verse 1
A boy said I’m too independent
and he’s unsure what he can give
I replied -if you’re asking this question
it simply means you’re missing the gift
A boy said that I’m too abnormal
that something must be wrong with me
because I’m alone
I replied - yes, I’m picky, not broken
but if you think so, you’re missing the point
Pre-Chorus
You’re missing the point
You’re missing the point
Chorus
Do I need to say it out loud?
I do not need the boys around
Verse 2
A boy said that I’m too complicated
’cause I’m asking the questions he doesn’t want
I replied: yes, I do, ’cause we’re strangers,
if you turn away, you’re missing the front
Pre-Chorus 2
You’re missing the front
You’re missing the front
outro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like you, boy
I’m too young and too happy
according to my ‘infectious agents’ professor
and is he ever wrong?
Four of us pressurized med-school freshmen
(Chloé, Emma, Léah, and I) who have become
fast friends, were twisted together in a seated circle,
laughing, cutting up and sharing our deepest thoughts
as the TAs handed back several quizzes that had been
slowly and torturously graded over the past month.
Isn’t it bad enough that studies have reordered us,
and made our days and nights as one?
Must we also wear our spirits low? We cannot.
Humor is our gentle requital
Laughter is the impossibility powerful sound
that slays worry and common sense
That educated man may spend his authority as he wishes
but well-timed delights can’t always be scheduled.
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Songs for this:
Me & You by HONNE
Jamirobeegees Mashup by Pomplamoose
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He said "you're too young and too happy" with a twinkly smile
but I treated it seriously in this poem. ??
Power corrodes restraint to rust as power corrupts absolutely
Jesus came here on His Father's authority
sent down on a divine mission
speaking the word of God from above
to tell of the great commission
God the Father loves His only begotten Son
giving all things into His hands
so Jesus brings His own to Himself
that His own true word will stand
They are those that believe not the Son
resulting in the fact that they won't see life
out of their own foolish heart disbelieve
this unbelief brings its own strife
God's believing people believe the Son
so as a result, receive life everlasting
bringing joy and assurance to their hearts
with a peace that's forever lasting
This divine authority is truly biblical
proven by Jesus life on earth
His words and actions displayed truly
all of His attributes in His life and birth
(John 3:34-36 )
("For he whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him. The Father loveth the Son, and hath given all things into his hand. He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.")
The modern world has practically eliminated chickenpox
But now has an epidemic of the chicken sh*t.
From top to bottom we see it infecting society.
If you’re in a position of authority, and
Use that position to target and oppress others
And undermine the Rule of Law through lawfare,
You are chicken sh*t.
If you are in a position of power, and
Use that position to enable other’s corruption
You are chicken sh*t.
From parents, to school boards, DAs, and the FBI
Corruption is now tolerated and pursued,
In the name of some vague social justice,
But really only because those doing it are chicken sh*t.
Have you ever actually seen chicken sh*t?
It is repulsive, slimy, wet and foul,
But it is good for one thing
Fertilizing your garden.
(9/21/25)
Free forms in movement
Dept of transit
Overhauled movement of poor life during isolation
Isolation instructions still in assembled bills as job requirements
Obstructions are final. Finite mathematics stills speech and range of motion
Counter intuitive approach to data modeled in hmis privacy act census
I'm a normal function inside of integral limit with derivative market extortion
On vista bus from Ventura government building towards thousand oaks the absence of New York life is laws
If = x
If I cannot
X can
Poor man's publishing Company
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Within the marble halls where shadows dance,
A silent wisdom shapes each chance.
"Outshine not the master," old voices warn—
A subtle art, where gifts are worn.
On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam,
Their fragile worth a waking dream.
A spark too bright in youthful eyes
Can summon storms from clouded skies.
Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled,
But grace in shining, gently scaled.
Let masters see their wisdom’s hand
In every triumph you have planned.
For envy’s sting, so swift and cold,
Can silence songs before they’re told.
A whispered slight, a shadow cast,
Can dim your brilliance, hold you fast.
So weave your worth in quiet thread,
A force that’s felt, not always said.
Lift gently those who hold the sway,
And shape your path, a patient way.
Be steadfast, wise—a trusted guide,
A loyal heart at power’s side.
And when the crown seeks fresher light,
Your subtle glow will guide the night.
Words
Flaunt their authority
Demanding attention
To a limitation
A seeker's delight..
And the limitation
May hold hostages
Form religions..or
Simply
Fly and die...
He's the one promotes,
He's the one demotes on when,
The affairs of men.
Not in writing
to win a prize,
approaching people in
the world's threats and wounds
After doing so
listening
considering
recording of their setbacks
to cheer together
If we can.
Pope has the highest authority in the Church
In fact
The only higher authority in the Church is Our Lord Himself
Poem Written: 1072023
Time Written: 10:07a.m.
Poetry Form: Haiku
Whoever is alert
Seeks to some point assert.
Your thoughts need not round cruise
Or a search start for clues...
He's a security,
Safety—Priority,
For prized alacrity,
Help to authority,
Eyes on obscurity;
Life has no parity:
Whoever is alert
Can fat danger avert,
Swoop on a crazed pervert,
To The Right him revert;
Prowlers picking their names,
Crooks beating in their games
On even days gone grey,
Lens swinging either way...
Though the worst still emerge
And us ready for dirge!
I do not make the rules
That bring a proud man to his knees
I don’t endorse a justice
That denies his dignity
Nor do I write the laws
That stop a free man being free
I do not make the rules …
The rules make me
When we're young
Full of aspirations
Full of time
Full of ability
But actions delayed
Like most of the politicians
When we're old
Too little aspirations
Too little actions
Because too little time
Too little ability
Like the common people
But aspirations and actions
Are parts of a bond
Or a pair of lovers
That can't be separated
As politicians and people
Are closely related and dependant
Politicians got the power and authority
For actions
People got the votes
For aspirations
And fair and square indeed
The world first created by God
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