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Dear Mr Putin.' At this time, of world need
Is there? Any possibility? In the middle east
Conflict you could intercede.? After so many millions of lives were tortured and lost, just in your own Russia, when hitlers
Armies marched across, i will give that monster no more time..I move back to today and now, and the need of a well balanced character.' In a world of deceit, well defined.
Amid, threats of global chaos.' I beleive you
Would have the ear; of others,
who lead that
Might assist, and to be fair..Its you and trump i
Have mostly studied, so here i will desist.'
you i
See are a tested statesman, who holds his
Line, and protects his reserves, a Christian
By self assertion, dear Mr Putin would you
Perhaps now serve.? By contacting those you feel, are pragmatic.' To bring such mayhem
We now face to heel.' I ask in Christ as a bondsman..Can you project some sanity.?
Maybe? (broker with others,) a world calming deal.'
This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars
Man has ever been impelled by an existential curiosity
To probe into its mysteries, struck by its grandiosity
Many theories have evolved about its nature and birth
Scientific truths and assumptions are never in dearth
Some assume that from the merciless emptiness sans light,
From the deep silence of the horrendous night,
Universe emerged with the bang of hammers
On the anvils of eons thundering like firecrackers
There arose abruptly a gas cloud burst of inexorable force
And life emerged from stardust, our energy source.
While this is what the exponents of Big Bang assert,
Life, from a cosmic egg was hatched, some others purport
No doubt, this universe is an infinite stretch of lattice
Woven in the loom through billions of years by gratis
As the wheels turned and as the fires burned
Through cosmic vapor the first atom was churned
Thus, over the eons, life here has flourished
And with man’s wisdom and efforts it got nourished!
Galaxies are scattered in infinite space
And our planet Earth is well balanced in place
After the day’s vigil, when the mighty sun sets
The moon and the stars take over on their night shifts
Multitudinous stars glitter and twinkle, a wondrous sight
As branching chandeliers shedding luminous light
Sure, some extra-terrestrial hand has set the Earth in tune
And everything needed to hold life is benevolently strewn
Just as this universe was born, it would one day die
With all the planets, stars, and starlets of the sky
Who can predict how it is going to end
With a bang or whimper, or is the end impend?
Man’s existential curiosity continues to make him ponder
And he stands totally aghast in endless wonder!
Dec.26.2022
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Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...
Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial
dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with razor sharp talons)
tete a tete upon pate
never to abate
pennilessness, which oppressive monetary
crisis could abbreviate
livingsocial, and spur me to abdicate
charade, facade minted "FAKE"
dog and pony Truman
kaput show, doth accelerate
velocity at which body
electric will demonstrate
how basket of deplorable
pauperism existence I abominate
past the tipping point to relish,
where being in the red
financially doth accentuate
swiftness yours truly will acclimate,
where among grave
mausoleums will accommodate
finding yours truly to acculturate
adjusting being housed
with grateful dead help facilitate
mine written posthumous decomposition
once Hades will activate
leverage - haggling with ferryman,
which latter might equivocate
par for the course, especially demise,
asper cessation circumlocution prone
fella never to tubby a freight
of becoming deceased
signifying no more flapping gums
asthma lovely bones disintegrate
into basic constituent matter
repurposed into essence, I cannot intimate.
at the doctor's
There are days when I feel bereft of the people I knew
are all dead and no one is coming to take their place
there is a sense that I'm a waterlogged tree floating
in a sullied inland lake where bathing is prohibited
my nights are full of ghosts from the past visiting
when not awakened by nerve pains traveling up and
down my legs and the burning sensation telling of
the eternal flames of hell
I'm sitting at the diabetic doctor's office complaining
about the depression of pain I suffer at night
the man has an ascetic face, a real doctor, not a product
of a mother's wish to have a son with the title DR
You are keeping your sugar level well-balanced
which is good, your weight is right! (at this point
I pull my stomach in
As for your discomfort, you have to see this as a part
of your illness, I think he calls my pain DISCOMFORT!
He prescribes prescription for Insulin pens and tells
me my blood pressure is perfect, with that he sends
me away with a friendly slap on my sagging shoulder
Theres a gathering in Britain now, the concerned are active
They are determined and how.' To show to the world a
Healthy example.' In the balance is all freedom this is not
Just a sample.' The eugenists genocidalists are going to
Meet real faces, real humans; out active.' On swiss streets
Just well balanced humans, many intelligent and clever.'
And scoros can't buy them out 'thats from never to never.! Lets
Just get our minds, active and apply reason with logic.'
Alsol I think they won't let us down!!) As they bring this time a tonic!
All the proofs and writings, all the records of it to switzerland!
These warriors are sound! Though some facts will leave you soured, for in 1975 I have found.)
Gypsies could be' held as the slaves of any Swiss person
Check it out.' Read the Bible counter and count the lies' they are
Spreading to the world, no more falseness or running its time.' decide!
Pray! 'and to stand is the solution, and all' spread the news!
Wide and far.' Be prepared gather, to hear the (One voice) air some
Views.!
Through whatever, means they are proofed? Are they are getting tested?
I offer you' take the time; and freedom to choose.!
Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
At six foot four, and an eighth of a ton,
A gentle giant of a man, he was;
Father to three, and himself a fine son,
Devoted husband to Jean, without pause.
Phone man, painter, in ocean liners he cruised,
Accompanied by family and friends;
Sweet song in his heart, but never the blues,
Wisdom and patience, in life his clear lens.
He loved a recipe, and showing concern,
With actions, like always asking about you;
His life well balanced, his legacy earned,
Sharing his Jesus—the Gospel's Good News!
Taking time for grandkids, he humbly shared,
Both time and his money, an open book;
Bouncing upon knees, for great grands he cared,
Teaching scriptures, over breakfast he’d cooked.
Eighty-two years was his Lord’s master plan,
Fifty-eight to a soulmate, solemnly wed;
What mattered most, to this giver of men,
Was baking and breaking, life’s finest bread.
A Soldier whose honor, served us all well,
Humbly he loved, these United States;
His strong Christian faith, now clear as a bell,
His given name, you ask? Twas—Walter Yates!
(Rest in Peace Dear Friend. We miss you, sir!)
Taking a head stand in a stand-off position
coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck
Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
from a heavy weight anchor ground into ground
Rosary too endless for desperate prayers to settle
suspended from lonely helpless unlimited chains
Nails oozing blood with razor-sharp thorns
inscribed into what was a fine cutting mind
Wreaths laid to rest crowned in salvation
confining time and space of remote aspirations
Bracelets jingles and bangles from unburdened prime
underpinned by primal desire and from Munch’s scream
Dangling ropes braided from heart sunken feelings
a traveller’s skilful reminder of knots holding firm
Life is a wheel and a circle and impermanent loop
and a coffin draped in flowers with nobody at home
02nd May 2019
I’m hot in a careless way,
Like a barn fire, or a stolen Mercedes.
I’m the B-side of a 45
That never got much air play
Except at the request of lonely girls
Sitting home on prom night
With thin slivers of moonlight
Slipping through their drapery
To caress their disappointments.
I’m an organ grinding gypsy,
A vendor of cognitive provocations,
Subliminal symbolism,
And academic totems.
My vagrant delinquencies
Have accustomed me
To settle my accounts
With handy lay about cash;
My ledgers are always well balanced.
So, when I need a little bodily love,
When I need a little bodily love,
Yes, when I need a little bodily love
I summon that sylvan nymph coven
Of nubile forest vixens
To witch their carnal spells
With dirty talk and tongue lashings
That cleanse my insecurities
And teach me the usefulness of emptiness.
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.