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People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Again nuclear warnings, global warming
North Korea here to free us
Alktha accusations apolitical, What
And is President Trump imitating Nixon
What?
People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Radon, Rayon Cong What
These spellings are off, huh!
What about a dump truck, huh!
Clouded minds altimeters
God is the solution, there is no substitution
People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Police shootings, black on black crimes
Reverences 1970's bro do ya have a dime
None of this reterick makes any cents
Why must least that have pay the most to the government
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Like mindedness can't tell the differents
Between Christians or sinners
New tax laws a break for the wealthy
And the middle class Oh,
Only if you make more than ninety thousand dollars
And what is the poverty level eighteen thousand
Don't know?
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
What you just don't understand
You either lie, steal or cheat the system
Everything you own you just borrow, before you get assistants
I worship God no longer do I worship religion
For only God has the perfect vision
I worship God no longer do I worship religion
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come for if you believe it or not
Jesus is heaven and He's gonna come
12/03/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Why do I make resolutions?
Will I ever change?
Every year a new solution,
yet I am still the same.
I inhale sweet pollution,
a different flavor every year —
but now with retribution
after ball-drop cheer.
My diet is a constitution,
guilty pleasures await.
My body, my institution —
I don’t care the date.
The ritual of absolution
of a commitment I must make
feels like personal destitution,
an action I’d rather fake.
Would you like my allocution?
Well, I have no remorse.
There is no attribution,
because I won’t stay the course.
Here’s a substitution —
my offering to midnight.
My only contribution
is nothing, out of spite.
This day to celebrate the supreme sacrifice
of the ancient prophet Abraham
This day to ponder and reminisce
that divine substitution of Ismail for a ram!
This Quranic and biblical factual story
shall never diminish in its age-old glory
That superb reliance on and compliance with the will of God
eternally for man to learn from and applaud.
Upon his awesome trust in the unseen, let his kind marvel
and of submission, devotion to God bestow him a laurel
And now for the sake of mutual unity and festivity
first let all of humanity
release their doves of peace
and let them fly freely, unprovoked, unrestrained
with olive branches in their beaks
such that when angels who predicted
forever feuding humans
look down they see instead
6 billion or more two fingers up
in a huge mass of humanity
signalling for and meaning to keep the peace!
But mind you, world peace is to be everybody's goal
so let no one leave space for any loop-hole.
EID GREETINGS everybody.
Numerous number systems beyond the real:
complex numbers, octonions, omnions which can eat whole black holes.
It's axiomatic that your personal history, preferences, how you feel
account for nothing at all.
$30 buys a flock of chickens for a needy family (International Rescue
Committee)
$29 gets a girl a school uniform (CARE), for $300 you can stock a fish
pond (Heifer International)
$69 can start a female entrepreneur in the sewing business (Mercy
Corps)
$5 will buy a bed net that protects a family from mosquitoes (Against
Malaria)
20th century experiments demonstrated that electrical charge is
quantized; that is, it comes in
multiples of individual small units called the elementary charge, e,
approximately equal to 1.602
x 10-19 coulombs (except for particles called quarks which have charges
that are multiples of
1/3e).
Why has the experimentalism of the avant-garde, which has failed in the
novel, succeeded in
poetry? Because poetry is always experimental; while the novel, on the
contrary, by its nature,
cannot be . . . which is to say that experimentalism is synonymous with
poetry, and that applied
to the novel, it leads simply to the substitution of the novel with poetry.
--Alberto Moravia
Man made the town, Fibonacci inflated zero to be the wheel
around which the universe turns and language is the soul
walking and talking quietly or going angrily to war.
"Counting is in its very essence magical, if any human practice is at all.
For numbers are things no one has ever seen or heard or touched."
As are words.
Joan Didion thought the scariest stanza in all of poetry
begins Row, row, row your boat gently
down the stream. The elements, the material penumbra,
irresolvable for the mortal, readily dissolve in words and numbers.
The future won’t arrive with trumpets—
no brass echo to herald salvation,
no golden scroll unrolled beneath a bleeding sun.
It will leak,
like soft radiation through the seams of our sleep,
like forgotten news,
scrolling endlessly
on a screen no one is watching.
It begins now—
in the blinkless eye of the surveillance bee,
the hum of servers beneath a monastery,
the last human artisan
training a machine to imitate his flaw.
You’ll know it not by shock,
but by substitution.
Paper becomes pulse.
Pulse becomes code.
Code becomes command.
And command becomes silence.
Children will be born
with their names chosen by polling algorithms,
their dreams shaped by trending searches,
their lullabies curated
by nostalgia engines
that remember the smell of a mother's milk
better than she does.
We will speak less.
Words will decay into tags,
syllables shaved thin for speed.
Poets will be relics—
their verses fed to machines
to train a better algorithm for heartbreak.
And God—
He will still exist,
but buried beneath
a stack of Terms and Conditions.
You may click “I agree”
to access divine grace.
Heaven will have a two-step verification.
There will be beauty still—
but filtered,
monetized,
optimized for engagement.
A sunset will mean nothing
unless enough strangers
press the heart.
We will not wage wars with weapons,
but with bandwidth.
A nation may fall
because someone whispered
the wrong idea
into the wrong server at 3 a.m.
But listen:
there will also be
moments.
Resistances
that do not make headlines.
A blind man learning Braille
from a hologram of his late wife.
A child growing tomatoes
on Martian dust,
singing to them
because no one told her not to.
There will be
a final poet.
He may live in a cave,
or on the edge of a server farm,
tapping rhythms into stone
or quantum keys,
writing in languages
long abandoned by commerce.
And when the last god blinks
from the neural sky—
when the last AI falls silent,
having failed to understand
why a tear fell
during a kiss—
he will remain.
In his blood:
syntax.
In his breath:
rebellion.
In his silence:
a future worth dreaming.
Because the future has no eyelids—
but we do.
And in the darkness between blinks,
the soul still speaks,
quiet,
glorious,
human.
carefully laid down one by one
penning the words as they come
choosing ever so prudently
a poem for ignominy
a tacit agreement quietly kept
between a mind and body adept
some coherant ideology
based on etymology
euphemistic ideas at best
lying explicits up to rest
compromising the mind inside
to make its speech coincide
with what most people want to hear
in their surrogate heart to tickle their ear
now the popular circumlocution
playing it down by substitution
negative vibes are now in the plate
served up instead of outright hate
dissolution has overtaken divorce
makes a better illusion of course
adultery and stealing just to begin
is no longer thought to be living in sin
"consenting adults" and "doing your thing"
"number one first " and "having a fling"
unthankful children are just being cool
the shiftless hustler no longer a fool
trust and loyalty things of the past
friends are only transitional cast
the savant has become a clown
as ideology touches the ground
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
WRITEN IN 1980
"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term:
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill." ~ jamonkey.com
I've given thought, after a titch of consideration,
to make New Year's resolutions... such a vexation
I hesitated to do so without serious contemplation
because quite often I'm led astray by temptation
I will write better poetry to post on the Soup
Be more productive among my peer group
Mind my own business, on others I won't snoop
But won't swear not to write limericks about poop.
I will waive my penchant for chocolate... well, maybe
That will be the most difficult resolution to keep for me
I vow to give up margaritas and switch to sweet tea
And I'll put it all in writing. I'll even sign that decree!
I will not let sticks and stones break my bones
I'll just blame it on an imbalance of her hormones
Or on a guy who acts like one of the Flintstones
Maybe on a plethora of a million other unknowns
I will forgive anyone who screams at me in rants
I will not respond like there are ants in my pants
I seriously promise that I will give peace a chance
Smoke a peace pipe instead of doing a war dance
I will consider it a compliment to be called 'mean girl'
By anyone who derogatorily behaves like a churl
I'll have more patience, so my temper doesn't unfurl
And smile more often. I'll give that thought a whirl
I will make it a definite priority as one of my goals
To walk away from bullies and persnickety trolls
Wooly wolves who pretend to be sheep in their roles
But who expose themselves as taunting buttholes
I am determined to start eating much healthier food
knowing it's a required taste that I've not yet accrued
I believe I will enjoy life more with a positive attitude
And ignore negative folks who like practicing turpitude
I will do my utmost best not to break one resolution
But if I do, I must supplicate for leniency and absolution
I'll not give up a resolution without making a substitution
If you see me cheating, take my chocolate as retribution
poems become
interchangeable
remove
the image
the poem
remains
when synapses
misfire
identity
disperses
before death
arrives
when the hands
forget
the song
the Martin
OM-45 Deluxe
inscribed in spruce
and mother-of-pearl
the third fret
worn smooth
by G
an archive
of vanished
movements
most poems
observe
others collect
surfaces
fallen leaves
frozen ponds
abandoned chapels
secondhand
transcendence
rehearsed
astonishment
mistaking
recognition
for revelation
few descend
into
distressed
consciousness
where nothing
remains
clean
is messier
no idle
observations
consciousness
a spiral
of repitition
residue—
not the subject
only the
substitution
the mosquito
bite
of fungibility
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Jesus Christ came into this world
a world thinking sacrificial giving was enough
for God to accept their daily offering
but the almighty's holiness rejects their stuff
For Jesus declared when on the earth
sacrifice and offering God did not desire
instead the preparation of a body
that was filled with divine holy fire
In this body God placed His own son
only begotten full of grace and truth
taking on the sin of this world
all our iniquities from our youth
In this Christ we see the father
the one who authored our redemption
paid by Christ's holy perfect sacrifice
for Jesus was our merciful substitution
This sacrifice accomplished once for all
what all the law demands could never do
God then could declare sinners righteous
for His holiness was satisfied perfected anew
1.Attraction
secret mirror
eyes and breasts
startle
sweet sadness
melted in
crystalline laughter
sun also arises
looking at her legs
horizon: woman's thighs
his hormones
may convert to
Mormons
2.Attachment
hot sand
is sticking to us
one single body
this wind away
kissing a flower
green waves of grass
frowning eyebrows
opening herself
inner smile
the habit of loving
to seek serenity
when you found it
3.Love
a dream
in other dreams
planting seed
Eve`s temptation
who eats apples
will more live
feelings
dancing step
love`s labours`joy
I wonder : you need me
because you love me
or vice versa
4.Trust/Reverence
True Light
being in love
John`s 1 letter 4:8-16
true love
trusting in God
the sealed mountain
confident sea
with melon smell
salt hug
water disorder
even more
friendship with love
5.Worship
a statue
loving another
woke up love
eternity
leaning on hope
the fountain of life
Truth and Way
delivering light
Corinthians 13
God may understand
when you love a girl
it happens without choosing her
6.Madness
no reason
meeting with
sisters of ambiguity
this pun
is running after
homophones
this haiku
not being
haiku (High Q)
my love of life
counting seasons
real reason
7.Death
feelings in exhaustion
transformation or
substitution
a tender night
love cannot change
old sunset
any translation
step-by-step may kill
this happy end
a thrill
of passing moment
the kiss that takes thy breath
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