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Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today
Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate
at highland manor apartments
penury run me underground in potter's
grave adversity doth unfortunately accelerate
curse to finance repairs of titled automobile,
more'n six months ago plus of late,
where saving impossible mission more
difficult than resurrecting the dead
even an atheist (like me) could activate,
thus this poet blithely doth adumbrate
posthumous renown much more likely than
mine corporel flesh (a complex conglomerate
edifice), essentially if present automotive
woe continues, one beastie boy aggregate,
oven ironic steely dan sing nature
unstoppable trooper, respectable,
and likeable rubber re: soul apostate
ascending, bridging, and
crossing unscheduled airdate
not set, whirling wide arms akimbo
webbed spirit world whose
self worth did depreciate,
this future disembodied
essence death will alleviate
he can deliberately leverage,
imagine, and envisage, I do articulate
mean, kickstartering (ill) luck knowing
postage overdue, I anticipate
outstanding debts unpaid
monies ash should urn
at grave robber's rate
within an eternity and
credit debits to eliminate
delay getting transported
into another dimension
NO colorful bedecked Apartheid
of time space, nonetheless
perhaps choosing reincarnate
entity formerly matter
of Matthew Scott Harris
doth unconsciously assimilate
painlessly whatsapp pining
for xfinity (away off into
verizon) accommodate
ting with easy equipoise no
difficulty to assimilate
linkedin with alternate
universe, where "FAKE" prelate
will presidentially usher
trumpet, shutterfly, annunciate
one successful Earthly gadfly,
donning imprimatur to communicate
with bone a fide skull fullness!
Awarded hate but not returned
Born black but not black
Called by names but not named
Shadow who cheated too
So let me dissolve in You.
Where I shall go ?
Sky , risk to fallen
Land , risk to slipped
Sea , risk to drown
So let me dissolve in You.
Fire increase fear
Air not at favourite gear
Snow makes me pale
Thus nothing without You
So let me dissolve in You.
Cold day : fear to freeze
Rainy day: fear to flow away
Hot day : fear to fry
Save myself , want to sink in You
So let me dissolve in You.
Debits larger than credits
Demarits heavier than merits
Bad lucks faster than my luck
Yet calm not me but you
So let me dissolve in You.
I am born in this world, but I know not why;
Yet is a plan of mystery, a project in the mind of God.
He is holy and I ought to be holy,
I am His property, and He's my Eternal Designer,
He hath made me in His Image, and I ought to reflect His,
He hath made the world for me, and I ought to live for Him,
He's the ONE dwelt awhile on earth in flesh,
And I ought to know this mystery in which my credits lie.
His plan of redemption is the grand project,
And my life for Him ought to be my credits.
But where do I stand with my'credits'?
I have no virtues on my part as engulfed in desires,
I dream on earthly 'values' gripped in fear,
I lay projects on my own; but crumpled in debits.
I reap failures with my self-styled ideosyncracies,
For I deny the Truth of the Eternal Engineer.
How can I earn credits if I incline myself to myself,
And forget the statutes of the Maker of the Life Project?
My pains will turn joy if I add my projects to my credits,
My failures will turn success if I do my projects without debits.
What if my projects are done in selfish motive?
So, here lies the way to escape debits without Self, but with HIM.
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Me
I’ve been on both sides of the ledger
Debits and credits have both been made.
I’ve seen my light shine brightly
And I’ve also seen it fade.
I’ve lived life to the fullest
Like there were no regrets
But then found myself asking,
‘Is this as good as it gets?’
I’ve had people who looked up to me
While others they’ve looked down
I’ve made many smile and laugh
And still others I’ve made frown.
I’ve learned to live life quietly
Yet sometimes I want to scream
I’ve accepted what’s reality
But still I want to dream
There are secrets I’ve kept hidden
So what you get is what you see
I guess it all comes down to this
All I’ve ever been is me.
[ Poet’s Note : This is a Companion Poem to my
I AM : 2025 poem ]
“essence in naked soul cannot
evolve Spirit or It’s quest for life eternal
form as veil is mandatory to experience
truth, for every fractal of Great All”
Poet
______________________
through aeons I traversed timelines
dimensions, conversed across realms
realities merged my cloak of bliss
rainbow coloured surged
down from Purest of Pure at His
injunction to experience with
experiment creative powers
~ intellect from higher to lower
wider to narrow — criss-crossing
mind acquired desires, missions
magnetic in hunger to achieve
conceive ~ enfleshed it meshed
wisdom neglected or perfected
for to journey back Home soul
needs ego’s evolving fractal face
density’s grace in cloaks of class
culture, gender, shadows, endless configurations, admirations
sensuous touches fire, water, air, earth
hunger, satiation, poverty, wealth
health, sickness - form is norm, witness
embellished in garments of choice it ascends ladders of sagacity ~ how else to transmute accumulated debits-credits but via robing then disrobing ?
peeling chosen garbs, it fingers light as dark,
vice versa - coin flips dips magnetic
Spirit is infinite form-formlessness
Supreme chuckling creative game —-
ONENESS all the same
SAVE MAX, PAY TAX
Burdened in multiple networks of Tax?
Being stress-free, how to really relax?
Not to be paramount.
Keep update your account.
Prepare Income-Tax file using syntax.
Manage your expenses and maintenance.
Frame your credits and debits of Finance.
Don’t act careless or lax.
Pay prompt your income tax.
Do not miss the date of return by chance.
12/28/18
'EARLY FEBRUARY 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
I am all confused about income tax credits
Now you ask about something called debits?
This is really driving me insane with a pain.
Do I get interest at all for capital gains?
What can I tell you about common stocks?
Now liabilities and stockholder’s lock box,
Is this really a case of stretching my brain?
All this taxes take our money with no gain.
Balance sheet increase, this just sounds crazy
Income statement and loss, this is so hazy!
It feels like my eyes are just filled with grain.
Thank you the day is done and it was no fun
Look at this accounting spreadsheet again?
Help me lord, now I know I’m going insane!
Comments: This is a free verse narrative poem. I had intended to make it a
sonnet on taxation. It was written during an income tax accounting class. Input
was received from several students. Some thought it was really funny, and
others thought it was very serious. It was read by the professor the week before
finals and was very motivational.
Depth of the Darkness
Where I am
Unknown even to me
The dizziness
Dis-orientations linger here or
Maybe there
I am not quite sure
Other than I have drowned
Emptiness overcomes even
The sadness
Eyelids, do I have them?
Emptiness you see is a blindness
Seeping into the nether lands of my heart
No longer caring
Or daring
Hidden in the darkness
At all the staring
BANG
Thunder
Struck by a fantasy
Off I go, on the expressways of tears
Lights bright, then darkness
Darkness then bright lights
I am sitting now
In someone's Den, maybe mine?
Caressing, holding
Yet...............
There I am so silent
Alive?
SMILING
I am smiling right into a smile
A smile stares back
Filled with a warmth
Never before felt
In this lifetime or the ones before
Seconds become minutes
Become hours
No words are spoken
There exists but a tenderness
Of thoughts
Passing from me to the smiling one
From her to me
Fear of breaking the spell
Is this the full accounting of it all?
Have the gods balanced the books?
Of all things I expose to her
The debits and credits
Why I have no idea
But she is smiling, always smiling
I see colors
Plump wonderful huggable colors
I never saw before
My oh such wonderful thoughts
Slowly, both so fearful
Memories entwined with pains shared
Outstretched arms reaching
Radiant, solar is her smile
Angelic in an earthly way
A smile of all things
Filled with a bouquet of love
In eyes that have voices
Skies so clear
Filling with clouds
Floating
There I am
Back into the night
Of eternal darkness
As I toss the key to all in the wind
Having been robbed of all emotions
In a haze of nothingness
There is still a little pain
And a seed of hope
As the soul rots a little more
Into the sands
Lacking passion
Is humanities only crime
His words!
Life and substance, they vomit
both, He knits
into one big unit.
His perfect craft
leaving no deficit
and the work of his hands,
obvious and explicit.
Is it the numerous
biological processes in just one digit?
Or handling the entire earth
in one orbit?
What about the accurate blending
of different physical forces to fit?
And the awesome function
of the eye in its obit?
How majestic is He!
That His foot stool
the Earth inhabits
and His glory
not limited to the pulpit.
Showering His blessings
and not considering merit.
Showing His power
which has no limit.
Glorious and wondrous is this spirit
when His favour hits
with no end the favoured debits
and enjoying full benefits
beyond all forms of profit.
Oh! How majestic is this being.
I am born in this world, but I know not why;
Yet is a plan of mystery, a project in the mind of God.
He is holy and I ought to be holy,
I am His property, and He's my Eternal Designer,
He hath made me in His Image, and I ought to reflect His,
He hath made the world for me, and I ought to live for Him,
He's the ONE dwelt awhile on earth in flesh,
And I ought to know this mystery in which my credits lie.
His plan of redemption is the grand project,
And my life for Him ought to be my credits.
But where do I stand with my'credits'?
I have no virtues on my part as engulfed in desires,
I dream on earthly 'values' gripped in fear,
I lay projects on my own; but crumpled in debits.
I reap failures with my self-styled ideosyncracies,
For I deny the Truth of the Eternal Engineer.
How can I earn credits if I incline myself to myself,
And forget the statutes of the Maker of the Life Project?
My pains will turn joy if I add my projects to my credits,
My failures will turn success if I do my projects without debits.
What if my projects are done in selfish motive?
So, here lies the way to escape debits without Self, but with HIM.