Long ago,
Before the first of the dust was made,
Or before a droplet of water was formed.
Ere matter was a construct, or eon or space,
Even before the universe's womb grow.
And nothingness was unborn.
Where was He?
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What dread power in this dark hour
Controls the weak minds of men
Who will devour these souls gone sour
When the lights go out again
Dwelling in flame you know him by name
And his deeds are known as well
Ain't it a shame you're only to blame
For an eon bound in Hell
love is the answer
but i thought you’d never ask~
some things you just know
Purpose the plane lisin
Sane light you hold
They wish Bold it's
Wear it's praised
Collective consciousness
Turn Storm Maze
Truth Feeling Real
Soundless Wish. : :!
A bird like a pigeon or dove
will always choose food over love
They poop from their perches
On people in churches
Excluding Nun of the Above
Strive to be remembered when you leave
This temporal existence known
For milleniums as life
To leave a legacy
Full packed of good deeds
And comfort words
That remain
Through the
Time
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multiple millennia reduced to
centuries, centuries reduced to
decades & a period of decades
making up the life of one
completely random, accidental,
insignificant & meaningless
life, found on one planet in a
galaxy, in a universe of which it is
only an infinitesimally small
speck, a stain on the passage of
the miniscule history of this
species.
born beneath a sun,
like absolutely everyone else---
later said to be a “sign,”
a “sign”
later to be described as “bad”---
found down the river
in the depths of the city
amidst the pollution & rats---
the mother told the father &
the father left when he heard.
now, many a psychiatrist will say
that the abandonment of the father
early on, would promote down the line
an individual who is constantly devoid
of trust for another human being,
that is, being loved in such a manner
that one might develop such a
relation with said individual is an
impossibility &
many a shrink will determine this to
be the case even more, when both
parents bail on said child, but
mother could not afford to raise
this kid on her own, despite whatever
other reasons might have existed at
the time.
The sun cannot be touched they said,
They assumed it is too hot.
But what they failed to understand,
Is that I am time itself and everything decays,
And chills, by the dusk on my tender hands.
“Even the Immortal Gods have to answer to time,
And when they do Eons dusk hand shall be extended with gratitude.”
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
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