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We have no enemies only friends in disguise
tasked with helping us rise to levels
previously unknown
They may know not what they do so have
compassion for those souls
& seek to learn from them as there's wisdom
in their acts if you study their hue
As facts are only opinions agreed upon by a few
I dwell not in what is supposedly factual
but instead search for what's true
The spiritual truth is none of us remember ALL
the answers
so we need each other as we're all composites of
the whole
The goal is to ultimately see the big picture
& know we all possess different pieces
This world is a puzzling place to exist from
outside in
& many fail to understand that everything outside
exists within
I'm back on my soap box again because there's
a need for us all to be cleansed of
our Original Sin
The fruit of the actions of a few have branched out
& kept us rooted to a past that is
no longer valid
It's a challenging hurdle to overcome but we
must climb that tree to get a better
perspective
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree but we can
choose better soil for the seeds
A retrospective point of view offers us a
glimpse of a past that's meant
to be studied as to avoid
its pitfalls
Knowledge only becomes wisdom when applied
so open your eyes & see that some
pictures are only painted to keep
you from knowing you're free
Knowing is an advanced & more accurate form
of belief so knowingly
plant better seeds so that you
grow better trees
you said let me take him now
but I shook my head no baby mine with me
you stood there in overall blue and gown
your hands still stretched out in offer down on knee
but I shook my head no baby mine with me
I don’t how tired care am I heaven's above
your hands still stretched out in offer down on knee
as you smiled knowingly with a parent’s love
I don’t how tired care am I heaven's above
baby with stay me I know I smell I said
as you smiled knowingly with a parent’s love
I looked at a tiny perfection cradled beside my bed
baby with stay me I know I smell I said
the intoxicating scent of him a new high my heart to smother
I looked at a tiny perfection cradled beside my bed
so you patted my shoulder entrusting me to be a mother
In midst of forest stands an ancient tree
decorated by nature with white cotton snow puffs,
icicles glisten and gleam sparkling in the sunlight.
Around its base are gathered all the forest's creatures
with pregnant pause they wait as the star shines out
a beacon to all calling out, hush now do you hear?
The sleigh bells ringing out as down swoops Santa
wait, he is not alone with him the blessed babe
in distance approach the three wise men bears gifts.
All the creatures now on bended knees him they salute
the ancient tree smiles knowingly and the heavens
celebrate with comet tails and shooting stars the precious babe.
written 12/02/2014
contest Hush of Christmas Past
8/11/12
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There is a small soul within every crowd
A soft voice against the senile bickering of the strong
And the small souls wish they would listen
Wish you would listen
But the ears of the majority have been stuffed with pride
The puffed up breads have come out of the oven
And the oven closes on the non-finished
They were never finished
The masterpiece was torn
They ripped off its horn as they lavished in greed
Letting the soul bleed in the cruel wreck of silent despair
As they laugh knowingly and unmercifully
And I am left to listen to the blood trickling, groveling at my feet
I am left to the weak—the strong
The purified—the gone
I do not want to ruin everything by mending
As everyone is breaking I am bending
And my throat is constricted
The air has caught wind of a little soul’s voice
Begging for acceptance. . .for love
For an ear that isn’t breaded with self-indulgence
Crusted in disgust. . .drooping the damned
I am transformed into an image of a god
For this poor, sweet, ignored soul
Lies are his god. . .listen to my words
And rot
Listen as it constricts you—as I inflict you
It is better if I had never existed
I will not be worshipped in this prison!
You are everything to me and nothing
And the cursed breads rise
Sweet scents pour into your flaring nostrils
Watering my sunset eyes
And you see me watch as they turn their minds away
A guide towards lies and sticky debris
You follow the path not caring where it leads
Hearing the voices that refuse to clear their ears
And that therefore blind them
In worry and fear
I caress your tear and swallow
Your words like a vacuum
The disposable bag is always empty with dirt
Like a hearse I drive your body away
My blackness flaring
My horn honking
As everyone is staring. . .not wanting to know what I am carrying inside
We rarely get to see our friends
When they are off at work.
We hear about their colleagues
Or their boss who is a jerk.
But picturing their office
Or wherever they’re employed
Isn’t something we spend time on –
(Not unless you’re Dr. Freud.)
So tonight was most intriguing.
I’d occasion to attend
A memorial to Marilyn,
My dear departed friend.
It was organized by workmates,
Many whom she’d known for years.
Though I recognized their names,
We’d had quite different careers.
I heard supervisors’ stories
And from buyers in her field,
Nodding knowingly as all her traits
Were laughingly revealed.
They supplied some missing pieces
Of the life of hers I’d known,
For we each have an impression
Of our friends that’s ours alone.
Though the puzzle’s not completed –
That’s impossible to do –
I increased my understanding
Of the Marilyn I knew.
Never Resolution
By Franklin Price
1/4/2017
Never tell one that you love them
When you know somehow you don't
Never tell someone you will
When you know right then you won't
Never offer help to one
And never make it there
Never voice your own opinion
If you don't really care
Never offer out your hand
In friendship you don't mean
Never say bad things about
Someone you've never seen
Never stand up for another's rights
When you believe they're wrong
Never harmonize another's tune
When you don't know the song
Never vote for someone
Based solely on their looks
Never believe all that is written
On the internet and books
Never look into the mirror
And dislike who's looking back
Never take objects to the airport
In a case you did not pack
Never look into another's eye
And knowingly not tell the truth
Never go to the gynecologist
To have him pull a tooth
Never start a never resolution
And not know where it ends
It could go on until you're old
and have to wear depends
Never show your face outside
After statements such as that
You should know that if you go
To hide your face beneath your hat
hands rapturously slashing satori, bang !
light droplets filter down, bats brushing skin
to fly knowingly low, then water gushed
through cracks, bring —
snakes, spiders, scorpions across our toes
stones spoke in singular sighs as
golden orb set in whirlwinds high
velvet night descends, opposites attract
poles swing — >
cave was nowhere, yet everywhere
Mozart symphonies were future
shadows written on our vacant palms
to sojourn with Harry the Strandloper
was unspoken song by GRACIOUS ALL
for beloved paleo pole points, Call !
Khoisan shores we tread profoundly
adorned with seashell bracelets
before on red concert seats to
sit enraptured, opposites horned
no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
crystal shafts in dimness protected
our irises reflecting stalactite,
dolomite, Dynamite !
anchovy offering themselves
for hunger appeased
white-black apart yet fulcrum starts
we were Power of One in two
~ seasons our compass
naked emperor with empress embraced
celebration, protection or
fool interventions unknown
variables, not yet defined
contrary poles merging with heather
whispering as copper painted patterns
etheric on grotto’s sotto ~
voices faraway clamped our knees
it was future shackles of Bastille
through time tunnels terrible
vacant minds a pair to stare
simply sky, earth, two lode stars as one
wolves, bears, squirrel frequencies
to dare a similar stare !
womb then lustily grew —
berries, tubers fat ripe
nipples started leaking, crows cackled
she was born in running river, pinking water
cord to trout we fed, who offered us
their firm flesh in turn
clouds melted into navel smooth
moon our compass soon enabled
cavern walls slapping spring to bring
spirit expanded fontanelle
winds chiming bells
hammer forged to chop stone found
swallows still equalled fellow tribes
harmonious cynosures more inscribed
my eyes drew out his to flush awake
nostrils flared flaked, two at stake
slowly malachite dragons dissolved
paleo quintessences evolved
swinging space-time into now
once more polarity’s
sublime ~
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3rd Placement: Premier Contest
Rob Carmack: July 26
Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises, Where can we go wrong
What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues
Someone must lose in order
For the other one to win
That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again
How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,
We just have to say Oh! Jesus Christ.”
We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who said what?
Can they really step up to the plate and deliver
Are we willing to put our country in the hand of the wealthy?
Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Should we say, no more, no more?
Show us the beef, and we shall show you where our loyalty lies
Because man is his own authority
So he uses his brilliant educational philosophy so creative
he wink and said ” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools
Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White, lies, black lie and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now?
Cracker-Barrel Sage
The whittler
Atop the rickety steps
Shavings piled at her ancient feet
Eyes the blade
Needing attention soon
The mongrel
Head on paws
Yawns
One eye open
Watching chips fall
Wondering
Why whittle
Worries
Boredom
Purpose
Dust swirls gritty remembrance
Tumbleweeds careen
Weathered saloon sign dangles
Jailhouse door swings aimlessly
Both hinged with rust of the past
Wind stops
Silence
A canine's whimper
A whittler's sigh
Eroded stick now a toothpick
Whetstone works the blade
A foreshadowing gust turns page
Beckoning next chapter's portent
Prophetic air anxiously awaiting
Yesterday's memory
Today's forever cycle
Whittler laments knowingly
Seventeen thousand special K
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.
Amidst din in noggin
analogous to tower of Babel
meaningless mysterious cable
enclosed holding key
to deliver remuneration
bringing tears of joy
and Hollywood ending
to torturous surreal fable
decrypted applying
following conversion table
7.15 6.21.14.4 13.5
fiasco from fraudster
(fiendish) frazzles father
would elicit flickering salvation.
I still haint reckoned with reality
and shake me head in disbelief
mourning forsaken legal tender
while yours truly merrily
strolling along information superhighway
unexpected encountering grief
sorely missing nest egg
linkedin with devilish scheme hatched
when computer hacker
impersonating Apple technician
lured me into a virtual net.
He (who spoke
with a clipped English affect)
his trust earned,
though no questions I asked him,
thus never double checked
truthfulness of authenticity
regarding his being credentialed
by Apple Computer Company
only after the fact painfully learning
checking and savings accounts wrecked.
Expertise with fleecing
sheepish folks like me
most likely found him laughing
all the way to the bank
donning poised demeanor ernest and frank
allowed, enabled, and provided
being emboldened, empowered
to pull off heist,
which legerdemain possibly refined
playing many a boyhood prank
pull the wool over my eyes
and extracting legal tender
he slyly, knowingly,
and deftly did yank
key personal information
compromising willpower to remain alive,
whereat suicidal ideation
(via prescription medication overdose)
teases as modus operandi to escape
death by a thousand cuts
unsure how I can weather insolvency,
a bitter battle to survive
and bear witness to monies thrive.