show me the sand-bags
of altruist craziness
that you pretend
and lets not intellectually
shift through
grains of the sands.
I was the one
who convinced
you
and yet I'm the delinquency
of a friend knows so safety
of the pins within the blades
I can't pull your strings estranged....
a master of this so very strange...
I won't be on the train tracks
your boyfriend has no hacks
A boy imagined a world
of wrapped strawberries
without conflict
to the puppet on a string
And you released him here......
and no further harm
to his well-being...
He was always dead
to any and no well-being
He just doesn't know it..
The cities will be dead
as we are sitting
on our so called blames
and memories of shame
Are we to blame for
any of it
as children?
an idealization
Radicalization
Vigilantism
and for here?
I will be buried
but on my own terms.
I don't comply
to a so called
America of here
A president
who we all know
a demon resides there...
I don't know you
personally,
and I never will.,
hot flushes and chills,
are less of
a voice of mediation.
You never tried with a beat
just the cliche of a country's
of lonesome and the wheat....
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
From the time that his two lips are parted
every comment is colored with lies
Every thought is a fantasy version
he creates to respond to the whys
He’s a conman in search of a swindle
intellectually clueless and crude
Riding high on his racist agenda
oozing out with each diatribe spewed
He is angry and jealous and petty
he’s a privileged product of greed
Cheating everyone, everywhere, always
never paying for any misdeeds
Posting nonsense in capital letters
mocked by leaders who laugh at each tweet
Every smile he receives has two faces
as they plan, secretly, for a meet
Intellectually and artificially
Can it be more worse, tell me unofficially
Why should we be managed for what
Bloody purpose to satisfy who’s plot
To tell you the truth
I miss my youth
I’m sorry this lesson to learn
But you feel the same
Here we go again
But thank God we shall never return
Away from this paradise lost
I can’t pay the required cost
Back to the paradise found
Scatter my ash on the ground
Whatever ground it may be
Doesn’t make any difference to me.
I often missed your whole being
You are always in my mind
I frequently kissed your picture
Intellectually in my mind
How I wish you are near
To a short distance away from San Francisco
I hold you close in my heart
And never be apart
Never forget that I am here
Waiting for you to return
To share the love for our kids
Share the love in the winds
Shouting I love you
Hope you can feel
Tomorrow you returned
Share our love with our kids
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: June 1st 2025
Time Written: 1:34pm
When you're intellectually credible but wicked to stupor,
The art of being off-topic marches alongside as your shadow.
As you spin tales, divert and mislead,
Truth becomes a distant, fading thread.
reality -
home, school
playground, job
in life everywhere we
are intellectually tested
t-rump -
an angry spoiled child
lost his billions and now
wants to rule the monopoly
game board with his farts
len
Reason rests upon faith
I am not into fideism
I'm not a fan of the Enlightenment
Or a Cartesian prison
Mr. Naturalist if you please
Show me where laws grow on trees
Or where numbers hide
And propositions are seen
So you believe what you see
Has anyone ever seen
An abstract entity?
Unbelieving scientists
Obscure and fudge the truth
All the theories they've put forth
Drowned in primordial soup
Liberals say anything goes
Then attempt to condemn a belief
That's as silly as a kleptomaniac
Claiming not to be a thief
Existentialism
Seems appealing
Equate God's thoughts
It has no meaning
Thinking God's thoughts
After Him we are commanded
In chance and luck you'll be stuck
Leaving you intellectually stranded
So how do we account for counting?
Is it antecedent steps of doubt?
When we experience epistemological self-consciousness
We can ask "Who let the dogmas out?"
Egyptian heroine
Beautifully clean
Intellectually acumen
Envied by many women
Loved gem exquisite emerald green
Mark Anthony's lovely queen.
I sit beside myself and think,
And try to evaluate my life;
Yes, my life that is blotted with ink
My life of which evaluation would cause strife.
A strife between the living and the dead,
Between our world and theirs too;
Between the ignoramus and the intellectually well-bred.
A conflict none can describe as new!
I sin and sin again and then realize;
And beyond any doubt, more than twice repent,
Only to go back and iterate the vice,
And thus to my record add a fresh dent.
Lord, I have but a very curious mind,
Some would refer to me as a wandering soul
In the land of wisdom, knowledge and the kind,
But their mysteries and their sins, I am attracted to them all!
Now spare any mercy that you might find
And forgive the sins of my kindly person,
I have not committed the ones that cross the line;
A few lies here and there, but not the dreaded arson.
Now, I sit beside myself and think
And ponder over a future without blemish;
A time when no deed will morally stink,
Where all transgressions will have vanished.
How I miss what I never had
Long hot kisses kinetic cranberry flavored
As I struggle with my need to breathe
Every breath in and out for you
The deepest fuzzy feelings ferment
In every fiber of my body my soul
We are so close yet so far
Long distance love challenges so unique
Yet we climb each mountain peak
Standing victorious in each others heart
Violet veins pumping the same goals
Hopes purple passion and old fashioned needs
I’m unable to flee from you
Because you are inside of me
It’s pleasant and peaceful
How you make love to my mind
With only your words so kind
And I am grateful for whatever
Way we connect be it chats
Or email or internet
We have only a moment to blink
And find reasons why we think
Time is on our side
And we surf it like ocean tide
I think we are very special
And as you say
The heart wants what it wants
So it’s not really a problem
Being apart when we are an island
Intellectually connected and destined
We have beat the odds
And now we can be sweethearts
For as long as blessed by God
Passing of Time
Caught up, time to exploit.
Hours to utilize, with what?
Jump into my time machine,
that’s what, give it free rein.
To the Blue mountain.
Swim in the pool with the boys
Make a good stroke or two,
then into the good book.
Now no particular place to go.
No particular agenda, plan to fill.
No particular good reason to,
just slip into the saddle an do.
Let my pony rear up, run wild
across a couple of empty hours.
Those moments slipped into twilight.
A snow white, almost full, moon hangs
low in a bright indigo sky.
Sitting along side the Pitt dyke.
Observe the moon crawl upwards,
to the south west across the shadowy
branches of a standing alone tree.
Helios having none of this moon
sets the south west horizon ablaze,
fire flickering among the trees, to see
while this one sits in the saddle
waiting, watching, time for supper.
A Wendy’s spicy chicken
will fill an empty space, in me, not time.
That would necessitate something spiritual.
Something intellectually stimulating.
Something that would express artistic flair.
Something that would bring one’s soul to light.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 23rd, 2023
The majority see normality in their conformity of reality
think the minority less ordinary living independently of society
so the predominantly found commonality to follow the herd unquestionably
as those unobjectionably herded sheep live undeveloped intellectually
for the safety to be safely integrated with humanity
in a delusional state of superiority to protect their sensitivity
but to truly go where you please is a sign of your integrity
when you choose to have your own views and be standing for them separately
risk the social repercussions which return your way indefinitely
when you learn that they lack concern as they have no way of thinking free
the cursing gift that you live with that doesn’t need authority
or popularity through obscurity avoiding any form of scrutiny
knowing social approval’s only useful if you want anonymity
Educating the mind
Knowledge coming out combined
Theory establishing concept
Communicating taking effect
Understanding will be wisdom
Lectures being the floor plan pinpoint
Opinions with thoughts
Challenging building up abilities
The focus on possibilities
Assured and accurate
Go out and use what you learned
Business ready to earn
Degrees proven what you have accomplished
It is what you do further in what you establish
Future on and strong
Education that took time
You are intellectually genuine.
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