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“The Great Riddle”
Humanism became a new religion
in a world where romancing gods
at war sanctifying acts of violence
for their own levels of commandments,
became defunct, monotheism at odds
walked inside the vessels of mortal existence
there also,
inside the great
I am,
an image
lives
and speaks
the sacriligious poet
writing and speaking
listening to others
all the words gone wrong
considering rehoming
after death,
there are many houses...there,
what should gods
and warring religions
matter then?
Inside
the great
I am,
heresies romancing apostates
perilous poets and
all consuming clerics
all made
from the one
image of a man
living life
from the confusing words,
read, written and spoken
sleeping together
uncomfortably
like warring lovers
blanketed under harsh covers
of different books
seeking something sweet
riddles to be answered
by judges after their death
when all do meet
standing around
the communal fire
burning all their books
peace came
to be
upon them
no longer
did they
speak in riddles
a common knowledge
all words transparent
one voice heard
its beating heart succinct,
yet terribly misunderstood,
eventually felt
held
in hands
after death
the Reborn,
eventually
understood
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Out of the eater came something to eat,
and out of the strong came something sweet."
line count and word number are equal in this selection....
"Make It Count"
by: Eric L. Boddie
A
Man may
Come to play
But if you say
Oh no baby, not today
Do you think he would stay
Or would he go so far away
In search of another lover he could lay
Doing everything associated with rolling in that infamous hay
And if push came to shove, maybe he would pay
To relieve all the stress stemming from your hips' distant sway
Because something must give, there are more than fifty shades of gray
That's common knowledge to the freaks and all those upon which they prey
And once you learn them all, I promise your lover will never ever stray
But if you miss just a single one, then you may experience that dreadful day
Where you lose it all so try to find True Love and remember to always Pray
Deep down in my heart a place is reserved
For you and yours only my sweet
You may visit any time your heart desires
To feel the throb of each beat
It's no great surprise, I've told you before
How I yearn to hold you so tight
To cuddle, to caress you forever and a day
As we gaze at the stars each night
There's no greater love that's ever existed
It surpasses my love for you
The world doesn't know the meaning of love
We hold the key to love true
This place is reserved for you alone
You've the only key to my heart
If I pass tomorrow, my life will be complete
Aware love's had a brand new start
All are capable, my very good friends
Matter of mind over matter
If you think positive and grin each day
Happy genes will get much fatter
It's very well common knowledge
Happy genes can go a long way
To extending your days here on earth
You'll have a much happier stay!
*Image of Agoraphobia by Pixabay.
KJV John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Agoraphobia
I mistook my pain for a summer's eve,
For this is what loneliness does to me,
Adrift on an orchid sweet stern petal,
It is lofty thoughts that steer my mettle,
For such frees me from my isolation,
Self-delivered like my separation,
Sites make a quarry, I try to withdraw,
Diverse regions clumsy, like a jigsaw,
Simply, naught to gain any sense I face,
Seclusion oddly is my happy place,
A zenith sun beats away at my door,
As carpet brand paces made on the floor,
Meds just let others see me at my worst,
For my inner self tells me I am cursed,
No potion concocted, no spell was said,
A sad delusion this shadow has spread,
A shedding sun frees me from my prison,
Like so many, I somewhat have risen,
But unlike them, it is for mixed reasons,
My annular trek for all four seasons,
The night, my phantom friend, my luxury,
As it lingers, it will embolden me,
Though my rest will not be the same but brief,
For my restless mind robs me like a thief,
As tomorrow lends vast hope advances,
Can I recover, what are my chances,
For I dread the dawn, fear it be the same,
To hide and not be found plays out this game,
It is common knowledge for those who know,
Agoraphobia, my true shadow.
2020 January 12
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
It's okay to disagree.
It's okay to want different things.
No two people are exactly the same.
No matter how deeply in love
And happy a couple is,
Both are bound to be out of sync
In terms of needs and wants
Every now and then.
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
Even couples with decades
Of marital bliss have spats
Once in a blue moon.
This is common knowledge.
It's impossible to be
On the same wavelength all the time.
Even longtime lovers have different fears,
Values, tastes and preferences.
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
Opinions differ; rather than
Splitting hairs ad-nauseum,
It's better to brainstorm a solution.
And it's okay to arrive at an impasse.
Avoid going down the rabbit hole
Of blaming, belittling, guilt-tripping,
And threats. For the sake of peace,
Simply agree to disagree,
And everybody wins!
Date written: 12/10/2021
when you see a lot of people unmarried
when you hear them unable to explain why they can't marry
when they look like people who know
and are said to be defined as what
they meet people and all of a sudden something bad happens
you know someone is trying to control and moniter peoples lives.
it might be common knowledge that people who marry are more able to help other people.
they are more able to speak from the level of experience that helps
people evaluate circumstanses.
from one point in time to the present
they speak in defined purpose to understand those who are to be helped
it goes to the level of trued trust and beleiving.
In a bed
not far away
His mind is gone
but body lay
Slow, but quick
He leaves today
A handsome man
Just barely gray
Many sad
But few will weep
The kind of soul
We couldn’t keep
Common knowledge
Bitter sweet
It’s time to lay
Him down to sleep
He was born
Into a time
Parents young
Beer and wine
Witnessing
Them blur the line
He caught Hell
Every time
The apple fell
But ceased to roll
A little man
Boyhood, stole
They helped him pack
He hit the road
With no direction
Or place to go
Soon, white powder
Lines of gold
A young boy
Becoming old
He couldn’t change
Refused to try
Many talked
Sister cried
Years passed
But not enough
The life of the party
Is looking rough
Too tired to fight
Too stubborn to try
No time, polite
To say goodbye
Enea's Pope! (2)
I suppose it’s common knowledge
(and not tedious, I hope!)
that two-thirds of the Sacred College
must concur to elect a pope.
With eighteen cardinals gathered,
twelve was the number to get.
They were nervous, preoccupied, lathered,
for there was no favourite yet.
Day One turned out quite indecisive,
Calindrini accomplishing five:
Enea’s vote, far from derisive –
his five kept his prospects alive.
D’Estouteville’s position was healthy,
and he lobbied for all he was worth.
It helped to be fabulously wealthy,
and promise the voters the earth.
“I don’t want to sound like a critic,”
(thus whispered d’Estouteville in private)
“but look at him – pauper, arthritic.
There’s something you need? I’ll contrive it.”
The gist of the cardinal’s sermon
was that Enea worshipped Apollo,
and was anyway almost a German,
dire consequences were certain follow.
A cardinals’ caucus at midnight
convoked by the frenchified faction
made it seem that the tertium quid might
take a piece of the Rouenais action.
D’Estouteville himself was a teller
when they voted the very next day:
they’d do better to pick Helen Keller –
one of Enea’s votes “went astray”.
Now Enea’s on nine votes, and leading:
a silence descends on the throng.
D’Estouteville is far from conceding:
this process could well be prolonged.
In silence they sit in the Sistine,
feckless, faineant, forlorn
(the chapel itself is still pristine:
Michelangelo hasn’t been born.)
A shout comes from Borgia (Rodrigo,
that’s Cesare’s father-to-be),
“I’m switching to you, mi amigo!”
That’s one of the necessary three!
And then speaks Tebaldi of Naples:
“I’ll go with Siena as well!”
It’s looking decidedly papal,
as friends of d’Estouteville can tell!
One vote is now all that is needed,
one vote and he’s pontifex max:
one vote and he’s finally succeeded:
one vote is the one thing he lacks!
Colonna gets up from his cushion:
d’Estouteville and chums know the score:
unseemly, the shovin’ and pushin’:
they bundle him out of the door.
The spectacle can’t be called splendid.
“Enea, I’m making you pope!”
The greasy pole’s now been ascended:
It’s time for the slippery slope!
It would be great if human beings
Were great at being human
And if all of mankind
Were made up of kind men
It would be wonderful if common knowledge
Was knowledge commonly known
And if the light from being enlightened
Into every heart was shown
It would be fantastic if the war to end all wars
Was the last war that we fought
It would be amazing if we learned the lessons
From every lesson we were taught
It would be cool if our freedom
To us was freely granted
And if every seed of kindness
Would grow wherever planted
It would be glorious if neighbors were neighborly
And prejudice a forgotten word
It would be awesome if we shared everything
And being greedy was absurd
It would be spectacular if the golden rule
Was golden to every man
And the good things that we ever did
Was everything that we can
Rhiannon
He used to call me a cold piece
Ivory pieces on the table
Cain & Gable
3 chains O gold it rings
Woven vices into dreams
Creating is coasting on the waves
Your body turns inside as your soul vibrates
Elevate
Levitate
Meditate
Pray
This the beginning of a new day
On a new wave
Rejoice for harmony and peace
I brought the gun, the smoke, the piece
Connecting dots like I'm a child
My soul forever wild
Diving in and out of reality
Kitana the matrix FATALITY
Evolving daily
Riding is wavy
No one but I can save me
Boogie boarding this called life
I hate her but I love her like a loyal wife
Making love to the idea of loving my self
Common knowledge is good because knowledge is wealth
Dripping cold icy breath
I found myself in the darkest depths
Coming back bigger badder louder than before
I aint knocking no more I'm kicking down doors
Every one has a past i turned around and faced mine
Looking back at myself like im leaving that you- behind
Rewind
My mind
And if you look
You will find
Holy, Godly, Gracious
Growing in to
The she that's the her inside me and you