A young beauty, the Countess of Sweeney,
was romanced by a magical genie.
While their romance was fervent,
there was just one deterrent:
he, regrettably, had a wee weenie.
Unfortunately, this magic genie
had only limited powers, you see.
He could not wish for his dong
to be long, massive and strong,
t'was against rules of genie-icity.
So the countess (her first name was Didi)
eventually moved to Tahiti.
She then soon had a tryst
with a geologist
who was endowed with something more meaty.
Eventually, the lonely genie
luckily found himself a new sweetie.
She was small and petite
and willingly discreet
which suited his diminutive weenie.
Genie, old genie, grant me a wish.
I wish life would get better than this.
For a fortune in happiness,
A lifetime of bliss.
Any life would be better than this.
Dust collecting on the bottle,
My wish so simple, so pure.
Surely it wouldn’t leave me craving more.
Shackles of life,
Ruins in shambles.
You and I are the same—
I, the bottle.
You, the dust.
Trapped.
The feeling of hopelessness and despair,
Trapped by memories
I can no longer outrun.
The loneliness settled like dust,
Covering the dream that once was.
Please grant my wish,
For it is not a long list.
I waited for magic,
I waited for change.
But the dust kept falling,
And the bottle stayed the same.
.
unless
yuh wish
wuhnuh
'fore dinner
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Every time I turn my radio on
I hear the same old song
and I await good news from abroad today
especially a change is on the way
but I don't believe all they say
as how can they see eye-to-eye
or meet face-to-face
when east looks east and west looks west
in this so-called human race
putting power in the hands
of people who don't give a damn
will only go so far only last so long
the genie's out of the bottle
there's no going back
where did we go wrong
to be so far off track
embellish or embroider
you can't improve on truth
anything less is second best
for which I have no use
and when it sounds
like chaos all around
it seems no one cares or shares
look to your morals ethics values scruples
and take the higher ground
This paralyzing dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume
seductive eidolon, her stare flirtatious
phantoms in the shadows of my tomb
I don’t believe I’m here to battle
demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat
Creation?
† † †
† † † †
Kahleah prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala
I preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
fosters?
While the universe is ever-expanding
life on earth becomes even more demanding
despite a few one or two
world-shattering improvements
man is still wallowing
in the proverbial primordial
and if this road he insists on following
our future looks severely bleak
as where once we were happily winning
we're now all on a losing streak
yet history has taught him nothing
that and his memory is short
no thanks to his stupidity
between rocks on a hard place we are caught
but what about our children
those innocents who go unsung
there's not a lot for them to look forward to
that bell can't be unrung
as the genie is out of the bottle
what with plastic and fossil fuels
here's one last thought
I'm glad I won't be around to witness
the final endgame result
of what we silly fools hath wrought
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Rolling the first magic rock, a stage unfolds,
Where secrets of magic are daringly told.
With a flick of the wrist and a glint in the eye,
A world of illusion begins to fly high.
With the roll of second magic rock, a Genie takes flight,
With a shimmer of stardust, a magical sight.
"Three wishes, dear friend," the voice softly hums,
In realms of the impossible, where fantasy comes.
With the rolling of last magic rock, I dive into a magic divine,
The healing embrace of a love that’s benign.
In the heart of despair, where hope seems to wane,
A whisper of faith can ease every pain.
The genie possesses infinite wishes
& is only contained by the bottle
The bottle is but an illusion full of hollow
dreams posing as aspirations
waiting to be attained or fulfilled
Matter maintains a shape conducive to
thoughts believed to be real
but only acts according to strength
of the will
It is as a man thinketh so says Proverbs 23
which means the power has been
given to and resides within you
& me
So mote it be says the genie abiding
by the law of the one
that sees everything & created
what you saw
Know that you inhabit a bottle made to
walk & talk according to wishes
that supercedes all lies & inherited
superstitions
Don't let the world rub you the wrong way
but instead allow your inner
genie to be free
to enjoy life & its short days
As you can see we are both genie & the bottle
in many ways
full of wishes we'd like to see granted
before time has its say
Sorry Genie
The Reason
You think
Nothing's Perfect...
Is because you
Imagine
You're in
Charge.
No.
You don't
Get
Your wish.
-Gray Squirrel
04-05-2024
A genie from a bottle has granted me one wish, what would it be?
So many choices to reflect on, maybe live for all eternity
Somewhere along the way I am sure I would be the only one left
The thought of this reality is a little too much to digest
Maybe a few million dollars, boy would that make for an exciting life
They say money does not buy you happiness so maybe it would just cause me endless strife
Perhaps to have perfect health every single day
No that would be a wasted wish when exercise and diet would do that anyway
World peace would be a great choice I am sure everyone would agree
That would work well until invaders from another planet issued their war decree
I have come to the only conceivable choice I can make
Find that genie stick him back in the bottle and wish I could get rid of this headache
I light my precious oil Aladdin’s lamp
As I poured some wine, in a split sec
A genie appeared, as if by command:
“You’ve lift the lid, just put it back
I don’t perform anymore, better try
Another bottle, to get the one
Who can help, if you venture to apply",
Said the genie, and instantly he was gone
Gobsmacked, I rose from my sagged bed
Opened the website of Aladdin
Not a single mention of genies I met
Poorly designed lamps filled the screen
So I got me another bottle of red
Then another, and soon I lost count
Come back for a drink, genie, haven’t I said
All your wonders I can go without.
The Devil still plumbs the abysses
But girls know his serpent just hisses
If you really care
Let Eve tell you where
She pisses she misses French kisses!
Genie
Said to Aladdin, 'Ask for anything you need'
Didn’t tell him not to be greedy
But implied nothing comes freely
Aladdin
Didn’t take the subtle hint
And asked for what he wants
Every minute since, his wants haunt
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I come in a pretty bottle
But no I’m not a Genie
Yet I can promise big problems
For a time will feel teeny
I’ve been called liquid courage
I’m really the refuge of the weak
If you lack confidence darling
You will no longer feel meek
You might start out laughing
Until the tears dilute your beer
If only you had avoided me
You wouldn’t find yourself here
Unlike a magic Genie
I offer you no wishes times three
Have another bottle of tequila
So you can live inside me
I love how you caress me
As I slip past your lips
You can feel me warm you
From your head to your hips
Minutes to hours
The years all sipped away
You are obsessed with me darling
and for me that’s AOK
In time I’ll replace your family
Take your job and your home
Still some stranger will join you
Because who likes to drink alone
Want is my weapon
The bottle is my perfect trap
You are welcome any time lover
You just have to remove the cap
Take a sip, and you will find,
All your wish, is in your mind.
Listen carefully, let me explain,
Desire brings, both joy and pain.
Right or wrong, gain or loss,
There is a line, you mustn’t cross.
For curious, little, Alice knew,
Took a sip, and then she grew.
Pinocchio, just a wooden toy,
Made a wish, and became a boy.
That genie, who’s lamp you'll shine,
Works for you, is on your dime.
Nothing you see, is as it seems,
We live in mind, and walk in dreams.
This potion, is a potent brew,
Beware your choice, for there’s no undo.
A blend, so bittersweet to taste,
It’s your life, let nothing waste.
Once you’re ready, try a cup,
Make-A-Wish, then drink it up!
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