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Crackpot TheorI-Zer
To Know So Much For
So Little! Turn All
Of These Screws,
I Cover The Bases,
I Spread All The News.
If I Turn On A Dime,
It's My Dime I Lost...
I'm Sure My Name:
"Interesting"
Will Cover The Costs.
No Factor: Intelligence,
When Nothing Seems Dumb...
Oh, That Was My Idea?
Say: "Son-Uva-Gun!"
We'll Serve It Self-Righteous
To Beat Number One.
***
It's A Little Long Winded:
Your Future En-Trusts:
To Say It Was Torture
Would Do It Unjust.
Now Just Pause...
*Your Confession*
Be-Cause:
I Destroyed The World
Since I Was Not Nearly
As Smart As I Thought I Was.
Try It Again, With More
Feeling This Time...
***
Yeah!
Rhyme!
Rhyme!
Rhyme!
-Gray Squirrel
06-10-2025
Pure coincidence that live sheep are exposed in a new atom test
I do not think so, as I am sure I am not exactly like most of the rest.
Pure conjecture brings me into my clever cagey charlatan ways
I am more myself than those sheep who were happily hidden in haze.
Don’t bother to insult me with facts, for my imagination is ablaze.
People parading proudly, pontificating pressure of Pilgrim’s progress pride.
From them my true nature knows to balloon up and take the wind on a ride.
Cannot catch me, for I am on my way to meadows where I can alone reside.
A lone wolf, pure and simple, bellowing my wolf like qualities to the moon.
Don’t ask me any questions. I have now befriended my psyche, a big beefy baboon.
Wait a second, hoping to hold me to your idea of purity for purity’s sake.
Do you understand that your dendrite highway is not at all my own take?
I ease past you, dancing like the dervish I am. I throw scarves in the lake.
I am eager to try some of the hobbies I have never gotten to see before.
So I dance down Diggery Lane, disguising myself as a dastardly diabolical deep dinosaur.
Wait a second, some logical being says, trying to get me to stop.
I throw back my head and give him a loud screech and a chop.
Pure in my quest to live my truth, and only mine, Mr. Cop.
Down Armory Avenue I prance, with a gait that is a jivy gyrate.
No one can dampen my spirit, I feel absolutely great.
But wait, someone an instigator says, not understanding me at all.
I rise up on my haunches and growl, making me appear real tall.
The guy looks startled when I start howling, exceedingly small.
When you are living your pure self, this is the trick.
Live each moment with abandon and gusto, be yourself slick.
Last night I had two dreams
in one
My first was so real
I felt I was really there
In the audience I sat
To watch the Nutcracker dance
Instead to my surprise-I was chosen
To dance with the Nutcracker
I was very honoured
To be part of this performance
My outfit was a tutu
On my feet ballet slippers
So proud to be gliding on the stage
To the theme of the nutcracker
who
Then like a flash my dream changed
Different type of music played
All around the ballroom floor
Dancing with no idea who
Just gliding along the floor
With a face I could not see
His face was clouded
So I could not see
I started this poem with the ending
That way I figure just in case
I get half way through and don't have a clue
Of what next I wanted to say
Plus it'll save me all that time
Of trying to come up with the perfect end for the ending
Since this idea came around and I've written it down
At the start of the very beginning
Though it does take away all the mystery
Of what this poem is about
Like sneaking a look at the last page of a book
No more need to try and figure it out
I could throw a surprise twist in the middle
Just to try and liven things up
But you already know what's coming so
I'm not sure a twist would be enough
I now find myself deep in dilemma
Since I started the beginning with the end
I clear my throat with a cough as I finish it off
With where it was I should have began
I loved my make up today
My yellow concealer blended mighty well
At least it didn't turn out gray
Don't forget to draw water from the well
I kissed his fist so hard today
I smiled as I touched my bleeding lip
I admired the color in the mirror
I begged the heavens for this day
His artwork has no error
At least he touched me
ME
I won't forget to draw water from the well
The green and purple looked good today
I'm thinking of having the pattern tatted
Stencil huh
My mother chased me away
I don't think she liked the tattoo idea
As long as I remain the perfect canvas
I will draw water from the well
A ripple a pool of water found within the wood
A sensual arousal of circles for some
Thirsty creatures bow their heads to quench
And bathe with the depths of natures wetness
Water beetles jet around spiraling as if propelled
By miniature motors of minuscule design
And I being the lonely wanderer watch from afar
The water lilies so sweet in their design roots
Barely touch bottom but leaves big enough
For a frogs bottom to rest beneath the summer sun
And the magical dragonfly of natural neon colors
Lands upon my shoulder to peer at me he being
The analytical soul of nature. I the wanderer wish
We could trade places in an instant and like the
Ripple in the pool create magic that would but for
A minute stir but subside disturb and yet calmly
Dissipate. And who would know but I the wanderer
And the dragonfly. In that instant he startled and
Flew away and whether he perceived my mental
Idea of madness or just got bored I did not see
Him again. Ahh. Another ripple in the pool and a
Splash this was a sun fish jumping quite high arching
Propelling splenderous display of circus de soliel
If that applied to fish. He caught his meal a rather
Large moth devoured instantly. And belly flopped
Back into the pool. Such majestry.
Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG
This, a near imp
possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
all because ordinary healthy
electrons deployed aye
did NOT see usual expected
predictable apple luck
quiche hun activity via my
left and right eye,
yours truly did not espy
usual kickstarting linkedin magic after
preliminary electronic setup
unexpectedly failed to start -
no idea why
unbeknownst tummy, what
ghost in the machine didst defy
programming code of honor,
whereby pixel display
unexpectedly exhibited "abnormal"
computer behavior -
like a turncoat ally
meaning one hoop wrest
illegally start button signaling
subatomic warfare unleashing - guy
did missiles as taught
during routine training
to turn bot tin down stevedores
loose on the Jobs (dan-g) rather, I
watched slack jawed,
as that very singularly narrow
vertical lined band width
(analogous to a medium black
sabbath tipped magic marker)
did NOT display
prestidigitation instantaneous flash
demarcating binary DMZ
(demon mailer zone,
viz dividing screen in half, -
versus top to bottom array), qua
incomplete automatic
initialization stopped
partway thru automatic preparation,
after which cryptic
error message appeared,
which malfunction found me
bursting with damned tears,
and ready to cry,
(which gush of tear
rivalled Hurricane Florence),
cuz mechanical and/or
application so much
of my creative
write minded person
(reed literary) self choked life vie
ability to live, thus the only alternative
...insane asylum to apply!
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SPOILER ALERT...
postscript: after some fluke brought
desk top in view, the quick thinking
chap attached an external drive to a
USB port, and thus breathed easier
knowing a backup got made.
Gangs and disciples
Who colt the game
Am sure you can
See those fingers
Pointing to same
Moon
Like always the songs
They identify
With the words like
The sun of the day
Gangs and disciples
I look around the world
Like I go places
There is same thing
People share in common
On this is the war
Like is in a formula of
Gangs and disciples (followers)
You see this formula is every where
In religion
In politics
In streets
In communities
In schools
In jails
In business
In companies
All like gangs with it disciples
All over places
what a world
Gangs and disciples
Gangs
A few group with
An idea developed
To rules
Disciples
Controlled by the rules
Of the gang
Disciples never live to
Break no rule or face
It rot
What a life
Gangs and disciples
Now check out
The real situation
Look around you
See reality
Compare this formula
May be you are already on one
Life is beautiful with nature
And in the world of nature
You are free as
You free your soul to
A freedom of love
No gangs here
For no rules is more
Than life with a joy
Gangs and disciples
Must you be a follower
Always with no ideal of your
Self
Must we always believe
To belong
What happen to the mind
See now we war
Like a mafia life
Gangs are more
To brutality
As evil springs from
Today's
Gangs and disciples
Hell is empty because all the devils are here on earth,
and he's happy because we never asked enough,
never saw enough, never heard enough.
Couldn't decide if he or his people were worse,
and it worked for him in the end it ing worked.
Was it the night the eagles fell to the dirt?
Nations falling apart, leave no stone unturned.
With the hundred thousand files the citizens searched,
with black long lines he rose from the dead,
others saying the things he left unsaid-
like the hundred thousand apologies,
and hundred thousand wasn't me[s]
with millions of tear filled eyes,
and billions of brainwashed minds.
While we never seek justice,
and one day this story dies,
until your children don't return from school,
until you realize your father is cruel.
Your voice will gain a voice,
Your steps will make a path,
make better political choice
and their crimes will burn to ash.
But they never will and long live the horror,
faced by the mute children in the corner,
their eyes blood red from the sadistic torture.
However focusing on what truly matters
while their tears fall and catch on fire ,
No Wait, we are all in this together ,
fighting battles for each other forever,
except you were never there in the mansion,
committing the evil sin of having hope and passion.
Oh God help us if you still have faith,
reverse and remove the root of our mistakes,
like giving us the idea of happiness and morality,
take it away the world or the tragedy.
For i don't want it if some get all,
and i don't wanna see my people fall,
and i don't want it at the cost of war,
and i don't want to see pictures of children on the floor,
and i don't know what else to ignore,
and i don't know who to trust anymore,
but when these demons reach the hell's door,
God will slam it and lock it down before,
escaping into a new world away from them,
probably because he has children better than humans to protect.
I had a dream last night that I was as tired as tired could get,
And my legs were aching, and my hands shook viciously,
and my tongue fell from its hinges,
But still I saw you driving and followed your car
down the long and winded path.
You travelled to where a hurricane was stirring,
and the water was a raging mass,
and the sand was violent on my eyes,
But still, I lied down with you
and I found peace in the sandy bed.
I realize now I would have lied my corpse there,
The horseflies slowly eating away at me until I was no more than a memory,
if only it meant I could rot in your presence.
This is what I mean when I tell you I love you.
It is not wicked. It is not vulgar.
It is the finest platonic love one can have,
and how beautiful it is.
What a lovely idea?
That I get to have you forever
and not rely on some internal passion to keep our flame?
I can’t wait to see you grow
I find myself teary eyes when I think about it
I can’t wait to see your family,
Watching a man so understandably falling in love with you
Your children so happy to see their mom
Little feet
Running around on floorboards carefully chosen
By you and the one you love
I imagine this more than I imagine my own,
Because every time you give me an echo of a smile
I see all the good you have the potential to bring to the world
Your future is so blessed,
and they walk around not even knowing,
But I know
I know
And I will remind you of your magic as long as I have breath
And I will trace your smile lines spreading one day,
And I will notice when your babies have your eyes,
And I will always follow you
into every hurricane onto every stormy beach I have the opportunity to follow you into
And if God graces me with the opportunity
I will die with you one day
And I will do it happily,
Peacefully,
And most importantly
in love
I hope I dream of you again tonight, and before I do,
I will thank God
I got to know you