Coming close to curfew, keep count the flock
as they kick and kink over the picket
Rescind to limber my pick, remit the vigil
for I commit and sit vigilant awith
Dismiss the abyss, as I shall not remiss
and I leave you with this...
Locked and Loaded,
The pressure exploded,
Unloading my weapon,
Targeting deception,
Hiding within my perception,
Protection from myself,
The elephant in the room,
Your going to feel the boom,
Looming light,
Illuminating right,
The fight exists within me,
I battle it repeatedly,
Rising above the energy,
Everyone else fed to me,
Trying to be one of the crew,
Always being told what to do,
I work my way through anothers view,
While learning what to do,
Too long has it been,
I cant bend no more,
I'm sore to the core,
Exploring better options,
Adopting a new way to think,
Sinking my feet into the ground,
I found another kink in the strain,
The weak link in my chain,
Remaining calm and steady,
Getting more ammo ready.
When it comes time to throw the kink..Er i
Mean the king..Under the bus.' I think its
going to be found ( there is not enough
space'
Lol.))) To go round
Dancing at the chance to advance,
Through every single circumstance,
Exponentially enhancing the experience.
Evolving, adapting to this existence.
Energy permeating the expanse,
Creating a physical romance.
A performance based chase,
The Soul wearing a face,
All together in the same place.
Receiving the gift of grace,
Chasing after what we feel matters,
Climbing our invisible ladders,
Defending ourselves from attackers.
A busy mind constantly chatters,
As thoughts splatter the landscape,
Your world starts taking shape.
There's no reason to escape,
You're the Hero, Grab your cape,
Scrape away layers that stink,
Reshape the way you think.
On the bottom you can't sink,
It's time to find the kink,
The weak link out of sync.
Drink from the fountain of youth,
Know you are the truth,
Advancing through dancing with you.
Exposing fractures,
Within a Structure.
Built to contain,
Maintaining a way in.
Training the brain,
From thinking again.
Told it's not worthy,
Money is dirty,
And we're full of sin.
They wouldn't let me in,
I know what's within.
Their structure starts crumbling,
Removing the link.
A kink in the plan,
I AM fully God,
And fully man.
An Energy evolution,
A living constitution.
Living in a world,
I created from within.
Let the games begin,
It may seem kind of odd,
Fracturing the bond,
Crumbling to sod,
You are The Church,
You are the God.
"Somethings become part of our existence, never dispensing them however old or cracked they are...! May not be out of any special fondness or attachment, but simply so, defying all rationale."- By Poet
The syllable count-10, 7, 7, 10 is followed in all the three limericks.
I owned my house many many years back.
Changed my furniture, even kitchen rack.
But there is a rusted sink. 10,
It is tilted at the brink
Fear if it will come off the hinge and crack
Now my sink looks a worn out contraption.
My wife's upset, has a hot reaction.
All its former glamor, gone.
In my wife's eyes, it's a thorn.
Still hold it to my strange satisfaction!
Though a washbasin, looks a urinal.
Water keeps flowing as through a canal.
In lower pipe, there's a kink.
Anytime my sink may sink.
Why I keep it, I have no rationale!
what birds might think about planes
They obviously shave everywhere
Ehh you can see into it’s stomach
His farts stick the smell is everywhere
I talk to him not a peep from him
I might do one what sheep think of clouds
Are they scared to jump in case the never come down
Where the is it’s nest-sorry back to the bird one
His wings are on fire
She broke her nose
Pulling the cord on this con
That er nearly flew into me
He’s a noisy er when he takes off
You should see him trying to stop man I laughed so hard
He’s got family he meets regularly
I kinda like the word regularly it makes me roll it
like regurallly
Honest left wing up to bird God
it face planted after suddenly exploding my cousin Gus was there
Man this is gonna rub
Do German conspiracy
(see I wanted to be freaks after conspiracy but I consider all humanity freaks) there was nein eleven
They think they own the skies
It’s kink is to get boxes shoved in it’s rear I just don’t get it
This was fun
Let’s do it
It
Sum 01:35 A.D. 00:00 Best off
Talk a little bit nerdy just for me,
let’s watch ‘Star Wars’ all night long;
I’ll be your Rebel princess faithfully;
Bury my moan in the theme song,
can you handle a geeky kind of kink?
The cinematic innuendo let’s prolong;
Putty in your hands before you blink,
you can be part of my wildest dream;
Each scene you recite I’m on the brink;
‘Imperial March’ hits my bloodstream,
keep up with the beat make me scream.
Minuscule marshmallows in weak cocoa
there is no taste in the heat of the South;
It should always burn the top of the mouth
and be soothed inhaling a ball of snow;
Those worn out carolers will need a jolt
so the hot air doesn’t cause them to faint;
Narcoleptic has become a poor trait,
out of tune voices outside the deadbolt;
Pushing against heat exhaustion is hard;
Asleep on your feet is not a new kink,
always they’re begrudging any such drink;
Left sweating like a melted greeting card.
an hour farther
and...farting uneven...
hollowed be the game
the kink did come
and...will be done...
and nerves be less uneven
pork gave me this stay of
a daily tread...for an hour of...
trash-passes as those who
trash-passed before us and seed
us not...more time stay-shuns...
just deliver us our heaving as all meant
stan sand
art we...
standing uneven
hollowed be this game...
a kink did come
so we won't have won...
but just be un-nerved
as this isn't even...
just give us this stay
for an hour's daily bread...
ants have forgave us
our trespasses...
so we forgive those
who poo against us...
just weed us not a time-stay shun
let us even all rhymes...
as the kinks are done
and this hour be not to bore us...
heavy and heavier
ok man...
Celestial Angel to His Poet Mom
8/26/2023
.
I was to be your son, Mommy!
But things went so very wrong,
Now, without you, singing angels’ songs.
Don’t worry, they do and fill my tummy.
In a few months, I will learn to crawl.
For now, they transport me with wings,
I bet you never saw such gossamer things.
They are shiny and when spread, sprawl!
They took this photograph of me.
A quite dashing fellow, don’t you think?
I’d am quite a looker , hardly a kink.
At night, I watch you pen heavenly poetry!
Love you Mom, your awaiting cherub!
We live within a Matrix
Much like the movie suggests
Being held captive by unseen forces
A food source to keep dark ones full and fed
All while we are dormant and fast asleep
?
Don't want us awakening
Because then we will fight back
We will keep them from using our life force
To feed and fuel their dirty little deeds
They cause all of our life's fear and worry
?
All of life's irritations
And life's inconveniences
Is the matrix's way of making a feast
The more we worry and fear in our lives
Makes a fine gourmet meal for the dark ones
?
When your powers realized
It puts a kink in their plan
Then in cutting all cords to the matrix
It allows body and soul to be free
Showing you how you should be living life
?
Are you ready to break free?
The matrix reality
Vines
emotionally twisted;
All knotted up
addicted to the kink
Septic.
We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
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