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I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
I am content being domestic
until stress turns my calm hectic
and I loudly whimper for a peptic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
I believe the world needs rules
for me to follow as I choose.
Awake, I dream of the 1800’s -
a rustic life with modern plumbing.
On and off contradictions do not stay gone.
I hope it's all right to think this wrong.
Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
Life is a gamble, you win you'll loose
They price as you bargin.
Where I assumed each category fell
Into different areas to be protected;
Such as most frequent:
*Career
*Family
*Friends
Though there are many different choices,
As we choose them; which are the most
Common such as:
*Violence
*Drugs
*Alcohal
*Abuse and Neglect
These are certain things that have lead us
Into trouble like cops and jail-time, if not chosen
Properly; or carefully
So please choose wisely just say no! As
D.A.R.E. becomes the rock to survival. Stay ahead
And not on the run have fun, but not too much: know
When to quit.
Don't let go of the little things, keep in mind time is presious...
Don't get wasted or loose control of what's in front of you.
Don't be dumb to retrieve dumbness of your only intelligence, be
Smart and live. Don't let friends or anyone else drive while under
The influence of any subtence including NyQuil...
A TRIBUTE TO ALL OUR POLICE OFFICERS
How did the jungle get here?
Did it come on a train
like an old time circus
rolling in before dawn
while we splattered safety-nets
with doomsday drivel.
A rainforest has invaded;
has manifested out of alarm and
a far too high quotient
of native dumbness.
The clacking of parrots
mutes the lowing of milk cows,
only the cicada drone on
happy to click along.
This green thunder is oppressive.
The domestic canopies of backyards
are sprouting mythic Triffids.
Grass is getting spikey and carnivorous.
Tabby cats are abducted
by prowling panthers.
Giant sloths hang from the hedgerows.
Did we dream up this primal Eden?
Did we cancel
the regular unpredictable weather
of predictable Ohio?
Global Warming
could never have appeared to be real
if we had not made it so
by thinking it so,
and as so many here
think very little -
we had it coming.
We never saw it coming, we were all at university
studying to be the future intelligentsia.
We wanted to be lawyers, accountants, and bankers,
we wanted to be science teachers, podiatrists, and politicians
and we made it!
We had the degrees and the diplomas. The recognition
and applause of a grateful nation.
Yet, a creeping uncertainty came upon us,
barbers, beauticians, plumbers, and contractors
began to look at us with pitying eyes.
It slowly dawned upon even us
that our kind of intelligence
was synthetic, by-rote, and inflexible.
We could only see what we were taught,
and we were taught by the self-deluded.
Ordinary working people began to see through us.
Their minds were growing perceptive, insightful,
and far-seeing. There's were the real intellect
and comprehension.
theirs the true understanding and acumen.
Life itself had led them into seeking questions
we had never thought to ask.
At first they attempted to transfer their greater acuity
onto us, but we just did not get it at all.
We were not prepared for real thinking.
We knew though that we still ruled society,
and so we kept telling ourselves how smart we were
while all those other's that did not have our book smarts
tried hard to ignore our ever increasing dumbness.
It's difficult, but please try to understand,
my behaviour is something I cannot command.
At first I'll be serene like a sweet daydream,
but then unstable and intensely extreme.
Enter at your own risk, but be aware,
loving me can turn into a nightmare.
I'm like a grenade, don't pull my trigger,
I'll explode your mind with raging rigor.
My infatuation is like poetic idealisation,
but feeling unloved leads to devaluation.
The first hint of believing you're quitting,
will result in my psyche automatically splitting.
When I begin to feel like I'm not good enough,
I'll try to push you away and call your bluff.
You may label my actions as pathetic dumbness,
but this is me feeling empty with numbness,
so I make no apologies for the ghosting silence,
when my demons set restrictions like sly tyrants.
I try to block out regular paranoid suspicions,
so don't think I'm petty when setting conditions,
but with abandonment issues, I struggle to trust.
Please be sensitive as being patient is a must.
Be warned, my moods are regularly inconsistent.
My double standards may make you feel distant.
I need constant reassurance that you are only mine,
because insecurities make my sanity decline.
I don't want you to suffer like lovers who came before.
When I want to leave, don't let me run out of the door.
I just want to be loved with all my flaws accepted,
instead of being rejected, lonely and neglected.
Treat me gently and my self doubt will settle,
love me sincerely and I'll bloom like a precious petal.
Silent One
28 September 2021
Grifter (inspired by Seth Art Carrillo)
Grifter was what someone told me...I reckon it was on a ridiculously stupid app...and a friend of mine told me about it, laughing while he says it...while I silently throw a tantrum...here the pounding of my drums of defeat...covered in corruption's cum...that drips against my fatigued feet right on frivolous beat
Right on...I'm a fraud that's freakin' frightening...I get it! I trust no one...
Isolated in my room of my own thundering, lightning thots... Sham shame embraced thee! Imagining my fiction becoming a reality...now, that's fantastically freaky
Favoring the good side of life...I'm a foolish, wise man in the brink of utter ruin...my blameworthiness is brewin' from deep within...scrambling in my feeling of unfeeling hurt...I hurt like a expert athlete and the pain is real and oh so neat - cover the wounds of my torn-up body with a white, linen sheet...let it bleed through, for I'm a sea blue
Tranquility never came into my hands of chaotic pleasure beyond measure...the Walking Dead has risen from the graves of glamorous decrepitness and bloody insanity...shame on you for making me live life without any worries, because there were so much to worry about in the first place...bombs that are set off right before my eyes makes me wanna bike ride through these up and down roads...overwhelmed with loads of fear that makes me shed this sorrowful tear...sheer cheer surrounds me, for I was a temporary hero, but it was all in my visions, my dreams of past ambitions due to dumb decisions and unaccomplished missions
Elevated by the fact that lovers of love equals the haters of hate...haters are losers and lovers are winners - so, don't play the blame game, for shame has came into my cranium of numbness and dumbness, sticking in my tissues of distress in progress
Rage typed into words of want...I need love and I want your XOXO's...blanket me with your bliss, not your hopelessness...friends come and go, I lost their phone numbers tho...but I don't mind being alone with me, myself and I...for I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure
As the last twinkle
In the brown eyes of Jesus
Faded to heaven
The morning star left Jesus
Darkness covered all
The sun of the archons set
The binding veil torn
Those ones in the sleep of death
Were awakened hence
For the sun of Christ rose up
Envy and dumbness
Were left in the empty tombs
Now they are children
Of the sweet infinite light
Of the sweet white lamb
Though the cup of bitterness
Was always given
To the sons of shining light
By Jerusalem
Yaldabaoth and his archons
In the pride of night
Refused to admit the truth
That they killed Jesus
Allowing Christ to succeed
Which destined their fall
Jews did not deserve their wrath
A wrathful sentence
From the sword of Yaldabaoth
With no foreign aid
The city was encircled
By an iron ring
Cutting them off from the world
Leaving the ash wolf
To burn in their sliced stomachs
The ash to the ash
Men ate the ash of their young
The dust to the dust
Young at the dust of the old
But both lost their soul
The city burned in fury
Turning all to ash
The temple of gold and white
Glory of Saklas
Met flames of orange and red
From his blind fury
Three towers of soot gazed down
At those ones enslaved
At Hades's consuming flames
And stood with the sky
As a last testimony
Of heaven's glory
By the order of Titus
The glorious gold
Of the second day's temple
Was ripped out proudly
By the gold feathered eagle
With a purple tongue
The temple's gold was taken
To his cage named Rome
Hundreds of thousands of Jews
And many Gentiles
Of innocents lost their breathe
Jews were crucified
Nailed by Yaldabaoth's anger
And nailed on despair
To mock the nailed lamb of white
The eagle of gold
Was too useful for Saklas
To tear apart yet
For he hunted and slaughterd
Sheep of shining light
In bunches of dripping red
With his claws of white
But this wrath tore the red veil
From the third temple
Veil of Mosaic patterns
Was torn from Christ's Bride
Showing her face of beauty
Showing her soft lips
Skin glittered with gold and white
And eyes of twinkling gnosis
(Invisibility)
In a busy time, we forget to see "the human and beautiful nature"
forget to breathe ...
We follow the "red arrows" ... and "the power of money"
Live and die of stress and loneliness -
It doesn't matter if it's day or night -
No one sees you ...
Like dust grains in dumbness
Don't be afraid to go into taciturnity
It will create depth in the relationship with yourself
Hush, hush ... listen ... time of harmony
Seek and allow for pearls of muteness
Some brief moments of stillness
Busy people and orchids still breathe
Blessed pockets that provide power,
strength and muscle relaxation
When reusing the colors from the last sunset
The eyes of the cube quietly closed
No ransom requirement, or red arrows
13/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Death is not a due destination deserved;
rather, it’s a God privilege that’s reserved.
Yet, you yellow-bellied bigots feel frightfully
free to stalk and murder us—
Prey to be hung, shot, kneed, or by any means
to stop the Black Exodus.
Playing the Greek-like god that you are not, you’ve sought
to “whiteout” all who are black.
But with a Casper-The-Ghost comic-like eerie dumbness, you
can’t fathom what you lack—
That we hued ones of God have had hued eyes on the prize
far too long to be turned back.
As we continue to trek over a way that has been like sojourning
the valley of the shadow of death
And have more often than not been the unjustified victims of that
5th Amendment-like shadow’s fate—
Know that there’s no longer any apathy in us left and that judgment
day is coming to your bigoted racist hate.