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Hearing God's voice doesn't make you crazy disobeying it does Lord they are throwing the
baby out and drinking the bath water Commanded us to hearken to your voice it is written
warning of false doctors or teachers thier doctrine sorceries that turn men from thee you
said beware and now aware must warn others of false laree the diagnosis sorcery the cure in
need of repentance God is not a schizophrenic nor does he forget who he is propaganda
leads men's hearts astray like plop and fizz they made it an art taking something that works
to decieve men again God's not schizophrenic but your doctors self diagnosis maybe
Witchcraft has come along way from Egypt to jezebel spirits from sigmund freud's
fraudulences Carl Jungs junk and Adler's idle tales unholy trinity No I will not sign my name
fraud nor try to cause others pain applause sign applause To hearken unto God or men you
decide for by their sorceries they lie they of the their father the Big lie and friends for drugs
will only awaken a false god within for you see or if you yet will God is our creator not
entheogen this is your brain on sorcery See Jesus the great Physician first about your
doctors second opinion David L. Roshenhan's experiment proof something aloof recorded
and admitted unless you admit your as crazy as they are you may stay committed taking
their subcribes but before it was prescribed Get the hence in the name of Jesus Christ be ye
healed in his name If not you my end up with what's up doc. Dr. LSD turned off tuned out
dropped somewhere Timothy Leary as you watch snake oil salesmen on TV the gaper
dancer's with wafers tunes with Warning Labels side effects could kill you before you take a
pill red or blue read the Good Book Facts doctors kill more than guns and war check again
or you may end up with one with out a degree like Aliester crowley for you see the right
diagnosis from the Great Physician will save your life One wrong diagnosis from 100 doctors
is still deadly or read On being sane in insane place please remember If you would only try
to touch his hem So get a check-up from Jesus that will bind up the broken hearts and set
you free
Dusk dawns noticeably earlier each night in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania - yup
Which trend will continue some days before
winter solstice 2021 in Northern Hemisphere,
Tuesday, December 21 10:58 AM.
Yes, interestingly enough earliest sunset date(s)
along eastern United States
will occur December 7 and 8, 2021 at 4:28 pm EST.
Similar respective phenomena
takes place across globe.
Winter solstice constitutes
shortest day of the year in terms of daylight,
but does not have latest sunrise
nor earliest sunset of the year.
This prevails because discrepancy exists
between modern-day timekeeping methods
and how time is measured
using the Sun known as the equation of time.
The equation of time comprises
east or west component of the analemma,
a curve representing angular offset of the Sun
from its mean position on celestial sphere
as viewed from Earth.
I thoroughly enjoy onset of early darkness
unperturbed courtesy
seasonal affective disorder (SAD).
Alas and alack
matter of fact yours truly
optimally thrives when pitch black
skies immerse bookworm as impetus to crack
open a novel and/or read
one of my favorite (MAD) magazines
versus basking in sunshine which doth distract,
thus I while away hours appeasing
sixty plus shades of gray (cerebral) matter
processing criteria at greased lightning speed
considerably faster than once
venerably touted supreme ENIAC,
whereby mine figurative pistons
incalculably subvert additional
superfluous irrelevant flack
spurring me to burrow
deep inside invisible gunnysack
cause ordinary stress I could not hack
conveniently latched onto
ninety sixties counterculture mantra
"turn on, tune in, drop out"
popularized by Timothy Leary in 1966
essentially only in body not spirit
throughout academic foray,
I occupied space and time
paid dear price, cuz
submissive behavior heavily did impact
writer of these words a jejune Jack,
who during formative years
never dated, nor got jilted
cuz he possessed
unquestioned unhealthy uncanny
fealty and deadly eating disorder
body dysmorphia knack
positive image of self I lack,
an existence punctuated
by one after another panic attack.
M y brother turned his back to a flaming sky
said, "If ya seen one sunset you seen em all."
I was slowly losing my tiny empire
It was so upsetting to watch it fall
Every night before we'd go to bed
My brother would read from, "The Lord of the Rings"
"We only see shadows", my momma said
We'd light up a joint while she threw the I'Ching
And when she read it, we were all ears
"The superior man always perceivers
In the morning, we'd fire up Mother, and hit the road
I was " Two Toke Tito" back then
The toe headed stoner bandito back when..
Mom threw the TV out the window
when they pretended to land on the moon
I made up my very own language back then
Had my first magic mushroom sandwich back when
They killed those kids at Kent State
and Abbie tried to levitate the Pentagon
"Mother" was our psychedelic house on wheels
We headed south to land with a little more sun
Back then there were Gypsies in Mexico
the locals would gather and wait for the show
Momma told them that we were just hippies and there wouldn't be one
Our cat, "Hash" ran away down in Navidad
at least it was a place where he would never lack something to eat
The darnedest cat that we ever had
He loved to smoke dope and he was never bothered by the heat
We always wanted just one more year
in the tropical mountains where the air was so clear
and the mornings were cool enough to see our breath
We tried at the border for another year
when they turned us away it felt an awful lot like death
That was back then..
Back when Timmy O leary had something a lot cleaner than meth
Now thirty eight years have come and gone
My oldest brother's republican and momma passed on
My real dad did too, but I didn't know him anyway
Now I'm a blue collar stiff fighting to survive
I swore that the system wouldn't take me alive
It makes me feel like dying sometimes, That's all I've got to say
I still remember when
My brother turned his back on a flaming sky
and said, "If ya seen one sunset ya seen em all."
Seeking Brunswick Beacon
This is our local newspaper for
Brunswick County and Bolivia,
North Carolina. They have been
including poems in their Letters
To The Editor who are a predator
wanting to find new readers and
be the leaders.
God, daily always tried to seek,
And to Him pray when I speak;
Thank for things,
That He brings;
Brunswick Beacon every week;
Best paper ever and so unique.
Poetry became latest local rage;
For my poems prepare a page;
Create a light;
Beacon bright;
Your eloquence minds did engage,
Regardless of life and what stage.
Great newspaper you did perfect;
Everything was exact and correct;
News to read,
That we need;
Brunswick Beacon should select,
My great poem in you will detect.
When poems in paper do release,
Readership will began to increase;
A bright beam,
So it did seem;
Asi son las maneras y navidad feliz;
Tambien vaya con Dios mias y mios.
In Spanish the adjective always follows
both the noun and pronoun like Brunswick
Beacon best ever which we do agree.
In Carolina we had gone caroling;
Many sweet songs started to sing;
Up place enliven,
We were striving;
Brunswick Beacon be sure to bring.
After a few notes they started to carry,
Beacons had been delivered to a diary;
Did flow like milk;
So smooth as silk,
And when viewed subjects would vary;
Published weekly and we enjoyed very.
When we did become deeply depressed,
Buy a Brunswick Beacon was stressed;
Benedict and Arnold;
Lies had been spilled;
With greatness we became impressed.
Would remember wild memo for a minite;
In Brunswick Beacon were sure to find it;
Was dreary;
Were leary;
We voted for someone else in the Senate.
So my great news with you I should share.
Many more out there much less can care;
Was embarrased,
Being harrassed;
Up all the Brunswick Beacons we did tare.
We remember seeing some trumpeter swan,
Eat flowing eggs fish was destined to spawn;
Hope of beacon,
We were seeking,
And found Brunswick Beacon laying on lawn.
Diego Cuerno de Vaca
James Horn
Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
Quite a vivid late afternoon/
early evening dream
transpired within me noggin
housed deep within skullcap
regarding right wing kooky
conspiracy plot to kidnap
a leary paranoid
schizophrenic king suspicious of trap
upon arising from lengthy nap
yours truly, who sought to pull himself
a generic garden variety chap
up courtesy his own figurative bootstrap
on account of groggy feeling
so methought to download
wake up quick app.
Before hurriedly bidding thee rabbit reader
a bunny fide hasta la vista
linkedin concatenated adieu,
(I bemusedly, kindly, readily, willingly
acknowledge (while zippily wiggling
mine button nose)
naysaying belonging to species and genus
Oryctolagus cuniculus Yemenite
my matter of fact honest to dog aim to write
creating literary masterpiece considerably
far less than one terabyte
no way no how attests
(quintessentially, simultaneously, vociferously...
waving shaky spear less to prove point
versus making verses to feign)
being adept with skill set of playwright
while playing fair and as (unbeknownst
until just recently) privileged white knight
such unfairness motivates
participation with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian reparations group
genuine fellowship doth excite.
Caffeine consumption
creative process helps jumpstart
impossible mission to chart
outcome regarding crafting poem
analogous to elusive prey
thoughts slither and dart
to and fro, hither and yon
yet how ideal if literary endeavor
could possibly be mapped out
courtesy devine English flowchart
distinct symbols representing
how branching outcomes show start
to finish plot encompassing
picture of broken heart,
where love labour's lost
where all's well that ends well
pertaining to romantic tragedy
cue Romeo and Juliet
rent asunder torn apart.
In the sixties, a mere chemical fooled Timothy Leary
He became a missionary, to the jaded, the weary
He thought he had the answer to the question:
how to get the key to the doors of perception.
We could become one with a conscious field
That only trickles in; you could make the walls yield
More than that, LSD could make us aware
That love was the underlying fact out there.
Could we "fathom hell or soar angelic"
just by taking a psychedelic?
Could we enter "the endless flame that contains"
sense, sleep, glory and God's hundred names?
Ken Kesey was an attendant on a psychiatric floor.
The delusions of patients were hard to ignore.
Then he took LSD, and the patients seemed sane -
He thought he was decoding their meaning, their pain,
So he wrote a novel while high on LSD:
Sadistic nurse Ratchet versus inmate Murphy
The insane were the rebels, society the straitjacket
Was madness just a capitalist racket?
Some say insanity reacts to an insane planet
Just a sane response to the rulers that ran it.
But then the mad were let loose on our streets.
If you ignore harsh reality, then history repeats.
LSD we now know, alters electrical activity in the brain
Those who think they've found the cosmos, are hoping in vain.
Like any drug, when you take it, you are rolling the dice
It may not be so bad, or you may pay a price.
Brain areas communicate, Synesthetic senses cross
It makes paranoids worse, not worth the dice toss.
To be free you have to be in charge, and be whole
Without reason, you are no longer in charge of your soul.
Civil rights lawyers didn't realize that brain affects mind.
If you ignore basic facts, you are not being kind.
The homeless mentally ill have no walls, but aren't free.
There's little romance in losing touch with reality.
the night is dark and 'oh so quiet,
not a soul around to be seen.
Trees stand still,
moon hides behind clouds.
Crickets chirp,
and all are asleep.
'Oh mystical night what do you have in store?
Something nice, or frightening?
Perhaps something more.
In these bushes and on the land,
creatures lurking,hear that sound!
What can it be that we do not see?
A thought in our minds,or maybe a reality?
Who's to say what is,is not,
and who's to say what is ,is?
A sound of wind blows by my ear,
and all the nights secrets come to be known.
A sad and lonely soul is out there,
and so are the lost and desperate who care.
There are those to who will come in harms way,
pray for their soul,pray I say.
For who are we to run and hide,
When God gave us his son,for us he died!
We need hold no fear or anger inside,
but love and trust and hope,have pride.
But do not be careless or to prideful you see,
share what you have in generosity.
You have all that you ever will need,
so give it away to those who plead.
Be loving and honest and kind and true,
God in heaven shall reward you.
So creatures lurking in the dark night,
come show yourselves and what you are.
Let no creature or soul be harmed,
but let us all gather,do not be alarmed.
for the creatures of the night are all at war,
doing their duties,and all their deeds,
to make life more beautiful for all that care.
A creature is a name for the un - known,
that are not seen and never alone.
Give up your fear to God above,
and he shall give all his protection, all his love.
Good night to those who are quite leary,
and all those who feel dreary.
I say to you to all my friends,
this is only the beginning,it never will end.
Enjoy all you see,
and embrace it most dear,
for lifes little journeys are alway's so near.
Form:
Better to be bold in battle
then benign in retreat!
No victory comes from actions prattle;
May honor be found in refusing defeat -
My vaults will not be breeched
by faults,
may we have a merry waltz
devoid of all unsavory salts,
this of you I have beseeched -
On this table we have met to render fable
rich as ancient Babyl,
heralds of ancestral heros and our forces' label,
bulwarks raised above this field's haze, stalwart gaurds strong and poised,
daunting sounds of ritual carols, the primal ones that spirits praise,
what is this match but a moment for atonement,
trite tribute and humble homage if you wicked will foment,
my battalions and I are stolid, faithful, our souls not being rent,
the birds in sky like personal medallions signify for we, victory is meant,
in the center sentries stood,subterfuge, lethal blows I knew you would,
a Queen as envoy repelled rudely, religiously crude as you brood,
armistice you will seek knowing bleak the future be,
like battered egos quiet speak,loosing strength,you shall weep and sneek
to snatch the proud prey from eagle's beak, your pommel being sweaty sleek,
terrified of the Promeathean peak, of my glory you may peek,
The mellow march of my bagpipes,a pallid pitch that makes men creep
they like leary sheep my wolves will eat,
must you trust a God of glutton lust,and savor his decree,
of Athena I have asked,athwart this army made by brass,
as broken glass shattered fast it shall yeild to Her Mass,
shaken soldiers running past, your eyes will cry the slaughters vast,
pray not in vain to block our rasp, or for this fauna you'll be mast,
my blood as Emperor say you crave, oh how brave,
like a slave made the day his grave was paved,
such a man is never saved,
J.A.B. Part One -
You worry I might track you
with suspicion and be leary
of what you might be doing
while rushing around
and hurrying,
But I am not insecure, and just vaguely jealous,
and if rightly connected
I could be very zealous
to watch you wander
and heal a blind eye,
to enrich the unfullfilled
or stop a child's cry.
I'd glow in yr brilliance
with understanding and a resonance
of my own
incompletion,
and yr giving countenance,
But I do have a tendency
to be tricked and misled,
by those whom I'd trusted
on words that'd been said,
I willingly help
only to be robbed,
the GOOD SAMARITAN who
got stoned
buy the MOB
of human-borne
Haters of this life
as we know it,
If I only could explain IT
to them
they'd climb in my BOE-IT
and sail to a freedom
of justice
and grain
for all who might
seek
shelter from rain,
A place I oft see
in dual revery
(both mundane and insane)
the Place we will
go at the end
of the game.
II
So, I quit smoking for the sake of my chest
I thank Jah there
are other ways to safely injest
this King Solomon fairy pixie dust
that is blessed
by an honorable sanctity ordained
by the One
who created the Earth
and gave us the Sun
Who practiced in method
of which that he taught,
of kindness and patience,
and virtue He fought
against the masses
of the unseeing and dumb
who use wise words and phrases
that roll off the tongue
but know very little
of these words that they preach;
to learn from the Master
One must learn how to teach
the ways of our union
with nature and time
and hold deep understanding
that can't be explained with a rhyme...