If a time and place is different
for them to fire off their weaponry,
to lie and win against a significant.
What keeps a similarity in liability,
to lie and win in a predicament
where skill is an absolute necessity?
Bold and without a last abatement,
I see through the lies of industry.
Bold and without a past abashment,
wouldn't be paid a cent currency.
Seen by gross pure aggrandizement,
violent potent a cologne adversary.
Laughably, an obvious despondent.
Is there no end to one so lairy?
A stone thrown, I notice your salient.
I won't resemble the tuning veeries.
Even no pruning, losing an assailant.
The truth is tied up in flimflammery.
Path set by the trying time rodent.
Cocky, peacocking varies ostentatiously.
Read past the first half constituent.
Go pass-through a proof for checkery.
Auction of nonsense falsified Rembrandt.
Author a snow cipher meeting misery.
And when I say this
All we need is Love
What I mean is so much more
meaningful than the words themselves
In order to be used to sing along to
as a chorus in a song
No what I am actually referring to is
the genuine article real thing
That you simply are unable and
heart cannot bare to live a single
second or moment without
Will keep you up and awake at night
and leave you without wanting craving
sleep
That permeates your every waking
living thought that dare enter into your
head
That sing and song fail laughably
and fall so far short of the mark
To barely begin to lift the darkness
or painful heartache one feels
within
Such is and due to the sorrow and
emptiness is left
When separated and forced to spend
any length of time apart despite how
short and unavoidable that may well be
As that matters not nor can fill the
void their presence leaves behind
As all they ever asked and wished
for was love itself
And nothing else but love itself
will do
I find it fascinating how the human mind ponders
the origin and shape of ideas
and how everyone
wanders.
I wonder why I
can’t help but think
in terms of rhythm and rhyme
when oftentimes others
prefer a more subtle approach
to how their thoughts are imperceptibly
dreamed, derived, or discovered.
They say everyone's chemistry is a mixed bag
of good and bad, sour, sweet, sad, mad and
lugubrious to laughably glad.
And I confess I don't know much
about psychology, psychiatry, or the brain
but this I know like the moon that glows:
the mind is a wondrous, thunderous thing.
So, if you're anything like me and
hope to see
the intricacies and mysteries
of the human mind,
better
take a step back
as a matter of fact, finding
answers may be lying
still,
undefined.
“Destiny” implies
a controlling external force -
the random positioning of planets in solar orbit,
or the mysterious machinations of a spurious spirit in the sky -
both impressively improbable and laughably unlikely.
Occam’s razor slashes!
And free will is the last rational refuge standing...
September 14, 2020
I lower a bucket, rusted through, slowly into
the absolute absence of rational arousal
that is my mind's abyss
my heart claims, capriciously, that
it is a well
the rope is frayed and laughably short
every dream has long ago
poured out the rotted bottom
the metal clangs like a dull bell
bouncing off the hopeless despair
of your betrayal
my soul thinks of the Blue Danube Waltz
and dances four beats to the measure
will you not join me?
I think of a joke and begin to laugh
I begin to count sevens
and contemplate shards of mirror
and a fools myriad reflections
and you all just stare at me
expressionless
and think me
too pitiful
for a metaphor
Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever your life, whether big or small.
But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe –
a stretch, expanse of enchantment
where time slips through your fingers too fast
and magic feels true in our hearts.
To say that life is all about stretching your legs,
petting a dog as it lies beside you
and together you watch the rain;
as you hear crickets chirping through the storm,
life always going on,
is laughably absurd.
And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed,
moments of quiet contemplation
of all that lies ahead and behind;
in this, I find peace.
Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve;
sometimes we must simply listen to the rain
and smile at the crickets.
While plugging away at my own mental capacity
I write what I think with what I think is stunning veracity
But sometimes my peers surprise with insistent tenacity
And the gall and the chutzpah and the sheer audacity
To make outrageous claims that lack any academy.
I, being I, of course just can't let this tragedy
Lie, for if I, were to ignore it in apathy
And laughably, affably smile and accept with alacrity
Then my bones might just crumble as I sunk down in agony.
So in a ferocious but in my own way quite happily
And maybe, I must admit, with a bit too much pageantry
I tactfully attack this pompous calamity
This shanty, infancy of correct use of faculty
Without the piteous sanctity one treats those with a mental malady
Because this isn't an appeal to a friend but rationality.
And the casualty isn't you or me but our commonality
As a species, are we, who seeks universality
That won't happen when banality not fact is common mentality.
Two weeks
I gained half a stone.
Strained the lack
purging your lips...
Took a while
to see
why I corrupted to escape-
why I had begun damaging
again,
because
you dear
take the heroine so openly.
What you think clever
you do not deceive.
Did you forget?
I have been far down,
far beyond-
Its insufferable!
Can you be so obnoxious
to think you are exempt-
no mental
and bodily
woes
that are human to endure?
Because it has not happened,
yet?
You are laughably
careless,
disrespectful, ignorant little girl.
You wave suffrage
to the recovered,
like a plague dressed in daffodils.
Let your skin drip addiction!
Maybe you will pain
to see
how rude
hateful
hurtful you are.
Let you rot
in knowledge of my care.
Hey knoW, it's not what you think
I'm not the Mo Jo or the blink.ET.wink
Just Write Hear, doing the Vibe thing
..
Told you be.For I'm the Jive ding.a.ling.
Some come to dig it See O.pen spins a story
Glorious and joyous the chorus and before This was
Laughably notorious tales of apocalyptic.bore us...
And gag us with a spoon already...
Until there's another adventurous scale
God might just well turn tale, after all...
Happy is a choice we call, Given.
... Laugh A Lot, was the CameAlot, called Heaven....
;)
The Scribe she scribbled in the O.Pen
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