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will have many stupid thoughts
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the vilest person
that has ever existed
became a moron
had been condemning
while constantly complaining
always criticizing
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much trouble bringing
became worse and worse
when he would rehearse a curse
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for what was worst of the worst
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often he had curst
We are on a unique journey to opine around God,
In a private chapel, mosque, or any schrod,
Notwithstanding outward, the conscious ego is lurking,
A kindred spirit that stays inside, and is murking.
Our inner selves should be set to the moral side,
Assuming that God's revelations we must find,
This is the rather proper thing we should believe,
The atman is uniquely the most foe risk deceive.
The inner self becomes an integral factor first,
The nominative pronouns "I" and "me" seem curst,
It is a particularly prevailing power in the world,
God is impossible for us to be reliably found.
Ego causes body and mind agony,
God is within yet has no holy anatomy.
Written: June 30th, 2022
Ego Shorn, Here Now Reborn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
The turret view tells of looming onslaught,
of grievous weapons our enemies brought.
The petrary and ballistae amongst the worst.
May their soldiers and their kings be curst!
We are outnumbered in bodies, not spirit.
Our will is strong, our resolve with merit.
We stand against what the battle may bring.
Together we fight for country and King!
Arm yourselves with long launchers and bows.
Archers to the bailey, ready the throws.
Armor yourselves with gambeson and shield.
Die standing, take no knee, nor otherwise yield!
The battle won, our praises to God we sing.
Today we rebuild for country and King!
For her backsplash style, I used cobalt tile.
Her sapphire eyes bold cast me away cold.
My heart dipped right to benitoite night.
Hot to drown in brew and sad boleite blues.
Yet I put on my new turquoise suede shoes.
My topaz car I drove to Rockies far
There to glorify in azurite sky
And lakes nearby of lapis lazuli.
I waited with tunes a celestine moon.
At dawn, cyanite jays curst me away.
And my sapphire blues at last I did lose.
I found out yesterday what you did
My hart aced so much I didn’t know that was possible
But it’s another day and my chest feels empty
Void of all things
How can I still be alive when my hart dose not seem to beet
My mind is so overloaded I can’t see strata
And the only think I seem to do is grind my teeth
And curst you out for lying to me
You the words get chocked in my through
And the tears just well but never fall
I can’t keep my eyes off the wall
Staring into space trying not to freak out
Yet of cores to day every one want to disrespect and though around words
Like a base ball game
Don’t they know I got a shorter fuses then every before
And my steel tows on
To day if ever I’m ready to let lose
Blind rage not even a bullet to the head could cure
Ill come back as a ghost and haunt the **** out of you
Casper the devil ghost is what they will call me
And that is true
Hungering, thirsting, my stammering lips burst
With words floundering at the bridge of need
I stagger each lonely time away from the curst
The broken wings of long lament, the dry weed
Of discontent, the abused bitter penitent. And I
In circles return each time to voids where I cry.
I am the seeker of the Golden Fleece fated still
To suffer in the thrill of desire, I am voyager
For Holy Grail, proofing substance of that hill
Where hung the Creator and the good great giver
Bringing my bareness to be filled, and to know
What is this desire in me that must glow and glow?
There before you I know I am incomplete, rift
Of dominion and indwelling to the full extreme
I am the latent wonder, the bloom of broken gift
The child tossed about inside a wide sea of dream
And when I unite with her, beyond passion, we
As one receiving you, give us, Lord, thy eternity.
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