What I sing from my chest
Only for ivory keys to hear.
Are the same old words
That cracked lips bear.
That familiar tune that calloused fingers play
Is the one that my own heart aches to say.
I have plucked and I have strummed
But when its my own heartstrings
That are plucked for the masses
Will my soul succumb or burn to ashes?
If a song is played for others to judge
Its worth is no longer for me alone.
My fears replayed as feedback
And my own tune I have outgrown.
When the keys have cracked
And guitar strings snapped;
Is the silence left a rest
Or is it forever prolonged?
I have played my part
And sang my chant
My ear worm finally laid to rest.
Yet a few notes linger in the air
Awaiting the song to begin again.
The three most famous words
in human thought
“Cogito Ergo Sum”
The three most famous words
in human struggle
“Let Freedom Ring”
The three most famous words
in human exploration
“Because It’s There”
The three most famous words
in human devotion
“God Is Love”
(Beartooth Pass: August, 2021)
The crux
of a theory
is in what
it rules out
Clearing
the runways
narrowing
doubt
With the ballast
tossed over
all clouds
disappear
Obstacles
moved …
solutions
are near
(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)
Caecilius est in forum
eyes closed as he spoke
looking as old, ash covered
as the language he was teaching
clinging on, barely, the class
drifting beyond windows
and tennis courts
what became of Caecilius
what became beyond windows
Using the simple
to state the sublime
Syllables shortened
—magic refined
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Hoc est corpus*, hocus pocus
Legerdemaine, a shift in focus
Hoc est corpus, from the Mass
Hocus pocus, parody crass
Transubstantiation phrase
Ridicule, to baser plays
Papists, Protestants at odds
Declaring doctrines with regards
To our Lord’s communinion meal
Causing strife, divisions real
Luther replaced trans with con
Zwingli’s bread, alone anon
Calvin said we participate,
Joined to Christ when we partake
Hocus Pocus, thus a slur
“Magical”, what was inferred.
After Christ’s blood, more was shed
Strange remembrance, but ‘nuf said…
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*Hoc est corpus meum, Latin for ‘This is my body’
From what I can find, Hocus Pocus was the stage name for a magician who performed around 1640. Somewhere along the way, someone noted a similarity of sound between 'hoc est corpus' and 'hocus pocus', and observed (sarcastically) that the Catholics must believe magic occurred during the reciting of the mass to change the wine and bread into the blood and body of Christ...
We named him Buddy. He is a Great Dane German Shepherd mix
A baby; we keep saying we should have called him Marmaduke.
In one month he has chewed up at least a hundred things.
He has chewed the lids off of twenty-four water bottles and six juices.
Did he dump them? No. He did it without spelling a drop of juice.
I am down to two pairs of shoes.. Four are tattered and torn.
He chewed up a brand-new car cover which had never been used.
He demolished a package of Styrofoam paper plates too.
When we go to bed we don’t know what we will wake up to.
The living room is usually full of things we forgot that we had owned.
One day I recognized the shredded material but did not know why.
It was a child’s umbrella, I had not seen for ten years.
He is the chewing-est dog we have ever had.
And we have adopted nineteen dogs.
If he ever decides to chew up the furniture
We might have to think of obedience school.
We have chew marks on our TV remotes.
He demolished an Amazon gift card box.
Need I go on? We love the big lug.
We call him the big galoot; and we are glad he was dumped here.
Alea jacta est !
What Will be ?
hate or love
Nation united
brotherhood
Democracy
or
Trumpcracy
Happy is he
who is content with the least
Whose hunger is sated
in famine he feasts
Happy is he
who begins at the end
And ends at the beginning
—his fortune to bend
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
When man came out
of nature's womb
—God was born
(Winnipeg Canada: September, 1992)
Deus Caritas Est L
(God is love)
By: Miracle Man
3-22-2020
God has given to each His love without fuss,
Through love He gave us his only begotten son.
While we were yet sinners Jesus died for us,
Promising everlasting life when our race is run.
God gave us a commandment to love each other,
If we can’t love another then God we don’t know.
As He loved us, we’re to likewise love our brother,
and will be held accountable for the seed we sow.
So unto God’s teachings let us always adhere,
remembering, His perfect love casteth out all fear:
Matthew 10:28 (KJV)
28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
The Self, Free Will, and Love…
today’s three illusions of life
Without just one our lives negate,
a charlatan’s delight
For the Self to Love most Freely,
this Holy Trinity must preside
What Plato ordained and Kant reframed
—modern thought tries most to hide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
For most, 'foremost'
is an nth degree.
But at most, I'm me.
But me? I'm for '-est.'
I am forest.
There was a time the sun could find no fault in Lisa
A time she radiated joy and love
But now she is not well
Sweet lovely but unwell Lisa.
I wish that I was chef enough
To conjure up such sweet and strong confections
As might perhaps lend her the strength
To fight that thing that ails her.
But neither can I be with her
To hold her hand and pray
Some god might help to mend her ills.
No, I cannot be with her
Nor pray
To a god who does not see her worth
And heal her
Such gods cannot exist
And I will send no prayer to vacant heavens
All that I can do is write this ragged verse
to remind her that I think of her
And wish that I could make
Sweet marmalade for Lisa.
Duo cum faciunt idem, non est idem
Quando duas pessoas
fazem o mesmo,
não é o mesmo.
A originalidade
é indispensável;
caso contrário,
o que se faz não combina
com o que se é.
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