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Agricultural words
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and even unpaid
but proud of my cabbage and potatoes.
No, I have no orchids and roses.
Roll a cigarette, lit it and dreamily think of tomorrow
sitting on a stone fence built by heroes.
The heart wants what it wants
The body craves what it desires
The soul searches for truth and meaning
And our brains are generally on fire
Singers describe their anguish in song
and doctors prescribe a pill
Theologians define the right and wrong
and psychologists send you a bill
Appetite and hunger
for all things under heaven and earth
Is the price of admission and the dept we all must pay
And the Almighty wouldn"t take away your endless longing-
even if he could- nor have it any other way
"Freedom from want" is a pernicious lie
Perpetrated by the "elites" and all that money
they never give up
Soupkitchen soul for the condescending folk
Plastered onto a groovy coffee cup
Appetite and hunger, from the cradle to the grave
is their ugly sin of omission, a rather obvious display
But God has the final word- even if you haven't heard-
on what is the final price we all must pay
Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching Shards of Fleeced Gold, of my mind as a drunkard reeling.
I looked to the Sky:
Milking the udder of strange new Principality:As Abductee
Parseic layers onsites-between.
Exposed:Exposing
Themselves:In HiveMind
DemonsTake-AI-Host, Coast to Coast, raping with frequency
The Dark Spectrum:
E Spells:Algorecium
Ghost in the Machine:
Seizing Domain:Leasing Pay for Plug and Play
While Silicon Valley burns
Fires rolling, dancing, caroming pyres of turning man, mid-orgy
Free-Association, only for the initiated, the initialized agenda
Mitigated, pseudo-pre-arbitrated
Alarm set to 1 minute to midnight, alarming, arming Mercenary
LiberalMalefactorial
Mine Crypto ID farming:not arbitrary, quite the Contrary
Derision, division, blurred vision.
Monopolistic-air-intrusion.
From the Dragon of Old
Tele-InPrompt-To-talking point decisions, prepared by The Institute that gives The Institutions asylum and Island screams
In Thunder-Domes beneath Catacombs.
Windows, gateways and corridored rooms become alleyways and byways and by the way...boom
Of trafficking everything dark, everything that can be found in a deal of a backroom or redroom
Mad Max-Headroom meets Terminator meets in the middle,
Of Pentagram
A Witches Platoon on the deserted battlefield of treasonists and the FBook-A-wall
Controllers of the atmosphere, Dune, expand the disband, gasp, sprawl
These dry bones will be awakened soon.
Why wouldn' t you expect it?
Shifting sands, sifting uncover truth.
In fact the Vultures of Man's Desert will Direct It.
DUNE
Ghostly
I sold my house to a Moldavian family
the drawback was they had two small children
the house came with two ghosts
as everyone knows, only children and poets see ghosts.
The children were not afraid they even played
with my dearly departed dog, it was just doing its
the normal routine at night, securing every room at night;
a thing it used to do before the transition.
The problem started when the children told the parents
they claimed I had not told them and demand the house sale
rescinded.
The dog is not the problem when it realizes its nightly
inspection is not needed hiding objects behind the sofa
is no longer amusing it will fade away.
As for the mule, it is not going anywhere, the house
used to be a barn and the living room a stable.
It has been here 90 years, happily munching hay.
You can even smell it on rainy days odour after
a long day, pulling the plough.
The estate agent told me not to worry about a court case
involving ghosts is a lost cause.
I wouldn´t mind if the dog came to the flat startling rats
coming up from the sewer I have to flush several times?
Before sitting down, and keep the lid firmly closed
with a heavy object on top.
this person you have never seen before.
If you saw Obama walking down the same street, you would
see him as a slightly balding man of colour, you certainly
would not call him a unless you are bigoted racist.
If you see George Bush along the same street, you may
think he is a retired school teacher whether he was good
at his job wouldn´t cross your mind.
If you saw Joe Biden, you would think he was an old man
walking from a restaurant to his car, and not think
about his political past, and the wrong decision he has made.
If you talk about the merit of people in power, do so
by knowing what they have done, name-calling is an emotive
reaction and blind us for what good they might have done.
Second Place to everyone else
nothing I'm interested in is
of your concern
find myself lonely in your
absences
A new name on your tablet
wondering who it is
changing your habits
got me thinking it's me
leave her alone
just let it be
the absolute definition
of lonely is only me
maybe it'll change
let's see what tomorrow means
Fooled myself for an evening of
romance
wonderful evening
she wouldn';t even hold my hand
she pulled away when I asked her
to dance
that silly smile
her silly smile
smerking with the ladies
a the fellas there were a few
she sat near me
only to say I'm with you
Lonely
means I'm a lone
2morrow will make it new
"She said her love will become more prevalent in the future: some saw it as her saying due the scarcity of men she would find time for him"
From Where The Horse Neighs by The River
written by
Manahwannamarryhimm Ifshewannamarrymme Getthatonemmister
( Castrato Libretto-interputed by Diva Dame MO'Greeke)
Thhe Moon and the sun shall cast a shadow across the afternoon sky on March 31, 2025-- wear your googles
and come on down to Ole Sutter's Place and watch the Celestral Events Unfold, stay until 4;00 to see Jupiter and Venus and Uranus form a line in the sky)