No more prayers.
No more loser layers of faith.
Sweep away thoughts of here, after.
Now know it's just me.
Maybe you, too.
Seek a way. Weigh what, a future?
Gospel folly pick your crutch.
Deluded religious mumbos join jumbos,
Scamper to seduce other fools:
"Embrace me",
"Embrace me".
"Save me from myself!"
Fair no longer counts,
No standard measures life.
I am all there is...but not alone.
Welcome, share my finite infinity.
Come, let us gaze upon a Sonless world.
A place devoid of sanctimonious codes.
Enrich us now as we author odes
Harking back to stone clashing stone.
Hail blessed atom!
Arise High Igneous!
Who are you petitioning?
Limitless ooze lurking, expanding,
Walking out of itself.
No wonder, no poetry, poet-less.
I seek fulfillment for my...
Bone deep yearning...
Who does Gravity believe?
Why do Orbits behave?
Where does breeze begin?
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(discover your void)
Taking Coleridge at his word,
I hied me to a rural scene
To leave behind the madding herd
For where Titania reigns the queen.
Ah! ‘Tis hard to wax romantic,
Though bees hum and boughs do sway,
To close the mind to all the frantic
Things that jostle us each day.
No more the gentle rustic peasant,
No more the green wood wild and free.
This national park, however pleasant,
Some how’s a substitute to me.
What the elm, the oak, the fir,
O what yon flowery slopes to win,
And all that Nature’s beauties stir
Is marred by that blooming Cola tin.
These eyes absorbing and receptive
Scan the prospect domed with blue,
Yet that unsightly thing rejected
Does little to enhance the view.
Would Wordsworth's cloud lift my powers,
lest these powers should sag.
In lieu of glorious yellow flowers
I spy but a wandering plastic bag.
And though you find your Eldorado
By some far-off golden shore,
Whiles yet you munch your avocado
Above the chartered Jumbos roar.
Back then to the grind of duty,
Congested roads, polluted air.
From such as these fashion beauty.
New Millennial Baudelaire.
Pachyderm Extinction Party
Two American parties of politics each have a mascot,
Either choice as sensible as picking a sasquatch.
One a pachyderm the other a ass,
The former officially adopted by the party of impasse.
It is too bad this proboscis beast has been picked
By accident of history this party to depict;
One whose furtherance of business as usual
Will destroy this world by treating everything as a consumable.
Whether the logo represents Asian or African species is unclear;
Likely Republicans don’t know or seem not to give a tear.
Jumbos are killed every 15 seconds, extinction soon to be it’s fate,
All for powder and trinkets made from hacked off tusks sold at a high rate.
G.O.P. would not lift a finger to protect this mammoth animal
For this would infringe on rights to make capitol.
Preventing it from being hunted to the last individual
Would slow their campaign to make this world unlivable.
Contest - Giant Animals
Sponsor – Nathan D.
8/30/2015
These words they speak at the parliament
And big words emanating with spirit
But the less crystal night
And the more benign stare of the fireflies
Holds no fear for their night acts
Ghana - must - gos rolling in
Only the jumbos qualified
And stuffed to the zip with our funds
Perfectly arranged
For these parliaments big words speak
This treacherous faces revealed
Now their camouflage they need not
For they are like shadows
In the dark sinister glare of the Night
Only the night can see
Party over
And the lights are back on
They, sitting in the comfort of parliament theater
And a state of the art therapy seats
Ignorant of tutorial hunger
We, sitting and watching
In a state of the earth hunger therapy
subject to perpetual hiss and bitterness
And a night of deadly fervid dreams
Alas! nothing can we do
But watch & wash as they waste
What was our work wages in haste
For all year long
And we can simply sing this song
For all Macabre dancers knows no pause
The warmth of Nairobi in January is gone now.
Here it's cold and drizzly, a savannah
of tarmac and metal jumbos before me.
My natural rhythms have given way
to this soaring erratic chase of the sun.
But I return to warmth—the desert heat
of southern Arizona, and the ardent glow
of my heart when I hold you in my arms.
What do you do,
in this life of ours?
What do you do,
when all hope is gone?
Do you vent your spleen on all mumbo jumbos?
Do you sit and cry in the cause of time?
What in thesis do u do,when life seems bleek?
when life seems blur?
You might sing a song of love,
or write a script of poems,
BUT hei........
IS A QUESTION.............
what do u you do,
If all isnt well?