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Game
I just met you,and everything was going GREAT
You made me feel something I could not fake,this
feeling I couldn't seem to shake! I really don't know
why,because I've never felt this way.
You say you like
me a lot so, tell me why haven't you asked me out?
This game you're playing isn't fun,
If you wanted to
admit okay you've won,
but still I'm not ready to say i'm
done,You're playing this game for fun,
I'm playing to win
you,I'm trying to have you,
to be with you,but I'm losing
and I'm growing scared I might lose you too,
My heart is beating
fast I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR Russian Roulette,
I signed up for you
i'm playing by the rules you're playing by the game, this isn't
fair I think you're cheating!
Every time I think I'm close to
winning,you roll the dice,
and you'll so far away so far from my reach
I can never tell you how badly this is hurting me,I'm not about
try, and catch you if you DON'T want to be caught,
I'M not interested in playing TAG,
I'm fatigued I thought you really
wanted me,but I guess not, that's how you do,
I wish I had
never met you, that day I will always rue!!!!
I'm done with the GAMES,
Now you're alone playing Solitaire
Signing up for philosophy 101
Hi I'm here to sign up for the philosophy course
Why?
Because I have many unanswered questions!
Like what?
What is the meaning of life?
What is life?
I don't know, that's why I'm here
But...are you really here?
I don't know I think so!
What is the proof of your existence?
I have a birth certificate, a Photo ID
.
ok ok How do I know this is you and not your parallel you from another
parallel universe?
You have to take my word for it!
ok
So how much for the course?
$500 cash only
I don't have cash, I have debit card only
No debit, this is Philosophy school, we only believe in what we see
invisible money is not money!
ok I will have to go to the bank and come back do you have time?
What is time?
It's 5:30pm
no, not what time is it, what is time?
I don't know, that's why I want to take the courseto answer all my questions
Speaking of time what time do classes start?
7am
That's really early isn't it?
Not really, it's all relative...there are no absolutes...there is no correct answer
it's all true if you believe it!
so I can come at 8am then?
No! absolutely not, classes start 7am sharp!
So then what can I expect to learn about God?
We don't believe in God, God only exists in the minds of the weak. We only believe in what we see.
Ok then ...what about wi fi?
what about it? Do you have it?
Of course we have the highest technology here!
How can you have wi fi if you just said you don't believe in what you can't see?
you can't see it, yet it exists how is that possible?
(Silence)...
Can I bring my notebook?
yes and bring a pen too!
no...I mean my computer
Of course, of course, bring your computer
ok (5 minutes later)
So I'm back with the cash...here's your $500.00
Thank you
Wait a minute! How do you know that's real money?
We have a counterfeit detection system to identify false bills.
You know what! I have a built in counterfeit wisdom detection system
it's called common sense! I changed my mind, I want my money back!
What money? What is money?
My $500.00
Who are you? Do you really exist? Do I exist? Does money exist?
I'm calling the police, tell it to the judge!
John Derek Hamilton
May03,2016
Random Chance
by Rick Rucker
Should your love life be selected by Randon Chance?
Is that any way to find True Romance?
Doesn't it mean so much more,
Than casually changing your home's decor?
Tell everyone, that you are looking,
That, for one, only, you are cooking!
In the search, enlist all your friends,
Tell them what you hope for, when the search ends,
Try all of the venues, even electronic,
Sign up for the dating sites, some quite iconic.
I personally favor this method, you see,
Because it is how my True Love found Me!
I signed up, and posted an ad,
I wrote it, and checked it, thought it not bad.
I more or less expected five to ten replies,
When I got more than two hundred, imagine my surprise!
Why did I get more than ten?
Why write to me, not other men?
Now I had a problem , what could I do?
I cancelled the service, now forlorn, and blue!
Two hundred dates, more than twenty eight a day,
Seemed a more dangerous game, than I wanted to play!
I started to try to cut down the list,
Anyone that wrote an answer whose meaning I missed,
I would quickly toss in the trash,
I would do it with feeling, even quite rash!
Finally, at the end of the quest,
I had done all I could, had done my level best!
I still had twenty five that were left,
At least, with that number, a pile of letters I could heft!
I set a goal, looking back, quite naive,
To find someone, who would, my loneliness, relieve!
That might not sound that hard to do,
But I was looking for My Love Most True!
I wasn't looking for a Date,
But rather, my next Life Long Mate!
With half the applicants remaining there,
I chanced upon My Lady Fair!
Not just a feast for my eyes,
She stole my Heart, a rude surprise!
I had decided to be quite objective,
I guess my Heart didn't get that directive!
An understaterment, to say I was Smitten!
Quite Fatally, by The Love Bug, bitten!
For some time, we have been going out,
When she can't see me, I still jump and shout!
I never thought I'd be again,
The Very Happiest of Men!
Now there is but one thing to do,
To make the Fairy Tale come true.
The Hawaiian Wedding Song, Andy Williams will sing,
If I can but convince her to accept my Ring!
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
i’ve known individuals who never
signed the dotted line---
they never took the $20,000 sign up bonus
&
they never pretended,
lying to themselves beforehand,
that when they were
enlisted,
that it would somehow be “peace time,”
whatever that means.
i’ve known folks who have worked at a
gas station for years to pay off the bills that they
could have easily caught up on,
had they had the salary promised them,
if they had become
professional
hired
killers.
and i am well aware that there are those
that say that they had no other way to go to college,
than to join the military.
and i am well aware that these scumbag recruiters
prey on the poorest neighborhoods,
often seated right at the bottom of the stairwell of a
subway exit.
but i just don’t have any
sympathy for you,
if you have signed that dotted line---
because when you do that,
you are saying that
someday,
somewhere,
you won’t have a problem killing someone whom you have
never
met---
having stolen them from their family,
having taken from them all that was life,
for the purpose of
the
state---
you may even be sitting in an office in
arizona,
as i write this,
“manning” a drone,
that has entered any one of our prospective
targets (victims),
in order to beat them senseless
&
rape their land of their natural
resources.
if you come back & they hail you,
you still signed the dotted line.
if you come back in a box,
you still signed the dotted line.
you are a hired killer the minute that pen hits the paper &
no amount of praying or
“good deeds” when you get home,
will rectify doing so.
i have so much more respect for those of us that
work our asses off every day in a country with a decrepit
education system, no universal health care, 14+ million
unemployment, etc. etc.---
because we
stick
it
through---
we will never try and convince ourselves that even the
possibility
of killing someone else
or helping destroy another people’s country
will somehow
solve our own
problems.
A liars lie is to say you lie
paint themselves a real nice guy
Not the people that know them well
but all the others they go and tell
It’s done as a preemptive strike
spreading rumours of what you’re like
They can’t tell the lies from real life
and when you talk it don’t sound right
Twisted truth and so two faced
want the world to hear their case
how hard they try to help a fake
but they can’t and get headaches
One day once they had a problem
truth and lie were both an option
they chose to lie it became often
now they lie and nothing stops them
Full commitment to the cause
Ignorance towards the flaws
they even give them self applause
think the world is full of fools
They sign up for the football team
and appear in the team pictures
but every week they lie again
through injury not featured
very quickly injury free
when trophies are in reach
pride collecting their trophy
so cringe worthy to see
What the hell is a medal worth
when you ain’t put in any work
or maybe it’s somehow deserved
effort made saying you are hurt
Anyhow their lying now
saying you’re someone they doubt
making sure they bring you down
so they’re left alone standing proud
They will give you a weakness
one opposite to their strengths
run you down for failing like this
their skill you’re up against
So in their head they can beat you
they make it up as they need too
forgetting telling someone you know
talking lies that clearly show
You don’t behave the way they say
you just don’t operate that way
it is isn’t you they put on display
So don’t believe a word they say
but liars think their lie has worked
even when they lie the worst
it’s their skill and it’s their worth
they speak and all believe what’s heard
They call it delusions of grandeur
Self absorbed and out to slander
done to gain the upper hander
think they are the grand commander
Shocks them hard being found out
they stick to lies without doubt
it means that they can’t be found
they deserve a roundhouse
You can con yourself
that no one is aware
until you’ve no one else
with nobody who cares.
A woman sitting in an old house herself,
counting paper clips.
Every day, was a creaking workday
that reminded her addiction was in freedom—
meanings of being young, being old,
being in love with the back then.
She’s not a fan of
not being a fan of new movies.
But who can blame her
for blaming herself?
A helicopter that flies
over the barren desert land to the hospital,
where young boys crash motorcycles
and old men remember their dead.
A wall of silence no longer there
signifies hatred
now bungled within today.
Then you see the age
when television is history—
not a history channel
beyond Hegelians trying to memorize
systems to perfection.
Inside lost dreams of charities
that lost funding—unserviceable minds
that lurk in moons
trying to be seen without desperation.
Desperate to no longer be desperate
with sly strokes of sublimation meeting
meaning that doesn’t understand
yet works very hard to know better—
knows nothing more
than culminated condensation
dripping toward a small valley to move down.
Or an activity to sign up for
on a schedule at your community center.
Bingo! said the American,
afraid of being themselves
and longs for Paris—
mugged on a street
with their granddaughter watching,
when cops sprang from the doors—
nobody was left to watch.
—An emotional angst to pull back,
a wish for love in pure space-time.
An evangelist to tell you what to do,
one that is just spiritual
with the same frame.
I don’t wish for you to drag your breakfast into dinner,
or scream water in a lonely sea,
where all that is left to do
is doing nothing, nothing—
Being distant from trees,
closer to the bunker.
It’s hard to go easy
and easier to run,
sweeter to give it all away
and uglier to be unforgiven by givers.
These spirits are also amusement parks
who don’t care for safety.
If you expect them to wonder,
they force you to stare at our sun.
If you try to stop,
they slowly guide you back without knowledge.
Then one day
you’re sitting in a basement
wondering where all time went,
How your body turned—
and now all you see
is your dead uncle in the mirror.
Animal kingdom was invited to join the forest meadow
Band orchestrated by the deniable dictator, diabolical gorilla king
Causing loads of premature bragging from delighted grand-animals.
Deliriously enthusiastic orangutans began to show off their voice prowess.
Excited flocks, herds, and murders flooded to the pre-set sign up spot.
Furiously signing up offspring, and occasionally a non-mothered village orphan.
Giraffe’s heads appeared beside the treetops, sticking out willy-nilly.
Haphazardly, eagles, owls, and songbirds sat among the leafy, sparkly greening branches.
I was smoothly hidden high in the Sycamore tree with a few cardinals.
Jealous zebras began stomping and spitting, thinking they were not going to get their “due”.
Kind mother opossum tried in vain to do a little conflict mediation, wanting unity and peace.
Lackadaisical sloth took a seat in the branch ten feet above my head, making my branch shake.
Maestro Moran, the appointed organizer, a giant Mammoth gave out assigned places.
Newly arriving animals began choosing partners; not realizing band is solitary.
Old Timer Orangutans began donating band equipment they no longer used, mikes too.
Puma is not invited Brother Bear yelled, stating that Puma always caused trouble in night class
Quintessential beaver suggested we give baby Puma a chance and a few agreed.
Raccoons who disagreed began slapping each other upside the head, like the three stooges.
Sh! A few animal mothers began to hiss. Few of us heard them, as they were not loud enough.
Too many were speaking to hear, and animal chaos seemed to be the order of the day.
Unification nowhere in sight, I stayed put, hoping I was fully hidden. The Zebras were still grumbling.
Very intelligent leaders assess things quickly, and Maestro Mammoth was no dummy.
“Walrus, wolf, toad, and beaver will pick out instruments for students first through 6th,” he announced.
“Xylophones for all of the kindergarten students.” Cheers went all around the forest meadow.
Yippee for the music teacher! Someone yelled. I am not sure if it was a wolf or an orangutan.
“Zebra’s choice!” Maestro announced. Band practice had begun!
For context, I'm almost 22.
I got sick at 18.
It's not like cancer or M.S., I'm not going to die.
But there's no explanation for the reason why I got sick.
Nobody knows, not me, not my doctor, not the specialists.
Mum thinks it's because I left home too young.
Dad thinks I have too much anxiety and I'm sick because of it.
My fianceé thinks maybe I'm reacting to my birth control or to natural hormones.
I think I woke up one day and I was sick.
It went just like that. Waking up one day with my stomach turning inside out.
Shoulders heaving for hours every morning,
Curled up on the floor of the bathroom, protesting the muscle convulsions.
I woke up this way every morning for over a year and no specialist could tell me why.
All I know is I'm sick.
My fianceé didn't sign up to be a caregiver,
Yet somehow he's thrown into the part.
Today, if I travel, I wake up sick. If I stay at a friend's house, I wake up sick. Often, when everything is normal, I still get sick.
I wake up at either midnight, 02:00am, or 05:00am and there is no hope of sleep until at least noon.
There is overwhelming nausea, dizziness, muscles contracting violently and burning.
There are my teeth which seem to be wearing away from my stomach acid.
There is the feeling that if this has to be my life now, i don't want to live it.
It's been 3 years since I had a single day without pain.
I pop ribs out of place as I vomit, so even after the nausea subsides I'm left sore and often bedridden.
My fianceé tries to ask how he can help,
And I'm sent into an emotional spiral.
"You can't help. I can't help me, my doctors can't - i don't want to do this tomorrow morning. I don't wanna wake up tomorrow if it'll be another day of this. I wanna give up."
Today, I want to give up. I want the burning muscles to stop. I want to be able to eat something other than applesauce mixed with water and not throw it up.
This doesn't feel like a life anymore.
I just wanna get better already.
I pray to whatever God listens that I get better.
I cannot do this forever.
The God Reset
All Hail the mega-Temple brokers!
The Heavenly stock sellers
Chomping at the bit
Who parade in their Gucci suits
Escorting you comfortably
(like Kings)
Into “the Kingdom”come.
Beware:
Its a counterfeit kingdom
Not the real deal.
(Love money, much?
(Oh, but we won’t really actually tell you if we don't think you'd be a good “asset” in “our" Kingdom--)
They seem like they know something
You don’t know-- their words seem so godly,
Their knowledge of spiritual things so impressive-but then you hear them prognosticate:
“And did you know,
A ‘powerful message’ can be yours if you only throw
a few shekels our way today?”
(of course, they don’t exactly say it that way)
Coming straight from GD!
And advocate for a Kingdom that runs on cash.
They’ll happily seat you in
The First row,
Sell you a religious show,
Put the God mirror out in front
Of your sorry old face and sell
Repentance.
And then, when you repent, (properly and self-consciously)
they’ll grab you by the shoulders,
Hug you, and then ask you if you
Want to join the church...
“Looks like a Winner”, they silently intone, as you
Reach for your wallet.
Now they’ve sold you a
False Christ.
And you weren’t even in on the deal!
You thought you were sincere!
You didn’t sign up for a
Dead-end religion that would steal your
Joy, and maybe even your new-found love for GD-
You signed up for a
New Life.
Beware of the status-quo christians,
The little”c” christians
The walking dead,
Frozen Chosen
Lack of real emotion,
Preaching a gospel
Of “Cultural Churchianity”.
It’s not the real
thing-- the Christ-centered gospel that
Calls for a clean heart, and a
Clear conscience--
A gospel that has nothing to do with
The brand of your clothes, the number
Of dollars in your Bank Account,
The car in your garage, or the paid-off mortgage!
Wake up,
Heaven Brokers!
Your “stock” is rapidly falling,
And Christ is getting tired of calling
Cuz you hung up your gD- phone long ago,
When you let greed and fame
Consume your soul.