Though I traveled the world
I never did find
aught but vacuous
women and wine
Distant shores
promised gold
panned for weeks
then got rolled
Wonders of nature
thrilled me not
manmade marvels
I quickly forgot…
A fitting end to
all my adventures
Woe is me ~ I lost
my dentures
Wealth can be wonderful and a curse, it can make you do stuff that is not nice.
It can control your every move, making you into a slave for use.
Wealth needs attention and needs more, more money to grow and control all of the earth.
Wealth is a manmade substance it controls the flow of stuff that use to be free.
Like the apples that grow all over the earth, the corn, the food, now all have a cost, making us work just to survive.
We use to roam the earth and love and play just like the animals, we ate when hungry, kissed and hugged as needed to feel alive.
Now we must work and pay and pay, just to have the stuff that was free.
Wealth is status that we all want, this way we can have all our time to relax.
Wealth reminds me of the offer the opposer gave to Jesus, saying bow for me and all the earth will be yours.
Wealth is like power and can make us become a person we do not recognize.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
plying females with manmade bait ~ is not an animalistic trait
beasts instinctively lie in wait ~ a misogynist will dope its date
By
David Kavanagh
Amidst the millions
If not billions
A refusal to admit
to a truth one must commit
for lies among the fogs
concealed the truth
all embedded in logs
awaiting a next move
no one hears
for it is to much to bare
all less fearful of God
rather prefer to hang on an evil rod
testing God's natural Truth
against manmade lies
when the bucket of flies
Opens the world will split
In two.
I have forsaken all to be with thee
might those I had created
and
there mothers be secondardary to
my needed
now I may speak of in tenses
that I have curse the
foods of her table as
(wHoop: Hooga;hooga< Ployed!)
with thyn Roosters
as (put, ting: plerb!)
and there Hens
Whoomp: ah Lumpa Whooga!)
Our Wedding
Hour Wedding
Suite Our oh Sayer
Plung: Plung: Pling
The invoice for dah
Clothes from
the Fat-People Store
or the Phat Peoplesz Stow
what ya'll talking bout?
Exploration into The Construction of "Father's Door "
A new concept City. Which with have a townseat named
Mother Apron. The place is beleived to create a manmade waterfall
and a man made volcano
that will house a water treament. A plant to build and sell
Crate and Barrel dwellings
that will suport mid poverish lifestyles.
This promagram is designed to use materails that support warmth and are easily cool
Equipment is half of the national avergae
meaning new compact equipment to regulae. Compact frigs, compact
washer, dryers
Lighthouse
shines reflective sea lapping
rocks plus skipping a house mouse.
Stoic
structured aperture aiding
scarred fought homeless heroic.
Sullen
elements outstretched expanse
points a critter to lull in.
Manmade
contraption whirrs about as
a little varmint evade.
Compass
nils bearing takes point
unexpected practices.
Keeper
mermaid purged surging wave,
tempt failed, saves a dreamer.
Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder
Not the manmade clamour of a corpus
But beauty to make all split asunder
Beauty: Purposiveness without purpose
To prove to all trapped life, including us
To ascend past the black clouds of reason
To the Pleroma, with its sublime sun
The source of every beauty in the all
Arzhang, the art of Mani and the Son
Sensuous semblance unveiled, heaven’s call
PILLAR OF STONE
No rustic charm, just manmade and synthetic
Yet the effect is timeless, standing in silence
The nod toward ancient times is sympathetic
A symbol of peace, not conquest or violence
Built here in the desert, sand swirling around
From deep within, feel that strength emanate
A sculpted blossom, just stuck in the ground
The illusion is complete, as thoughts dissipate
No clear message in scratched symbol or word
Nor any resonating meaning about its existence
Merely vague impressions that may be inferred
Of the clarity that should come with persistence
Perhaps it came from a millennium long before
With the world still in a flux of natural coercion
Reconciled with what future events had in store
Or maybe merely erected as a playful diversion
Some people think these recent disasters
Are caused by abuse of the planet
I tend to think they're natural occurrences
The world is just running the gamut
The ebb and flow of changing conditions
Are normal like any time previous
The world has existed for billions of years
Foolish to think we'd be impervious
It's how it's been since the dawn of existence
Today, we're in a technological time frame
To imagine it's the reason for all this mayhem
Is wrong, we shouldn't assume all the blame
There are certainly mistakes man has made
That surely hasn't helped the environment
But to suggest that these are the only reasons
The blame has an unjustified placement
No doubt, we've had some manmade disasters
Without question, can't dispute their effect
Humans certainly are not without culpability
But we've never been thought of as perfect
We are only visiting for a relatively short time
And our challenge is to try our very utmost
To leave it a much better place than we found it
What a great reason for us humans to boast!
A man of peace, will go to the throne; after much war.'
Through avenues un-known, Abrahams descendants
Will set the stage.' a (glorious temple is to be manmade)
All the earth will groan in pain, yet a remmenant will
Stand, under great strain.' Witness to such powerul
Signs, although indeed false; many will find persuasion
To worship under force, of (death laws) when life and
Choice 'the Door' the only One the only way.'
When the dark god reigns, yet approches the day.!
Let the heavans fall, let the sun be black.' A bloody
Moon; the whole globe wracked. The end of lust the end
Of ire, no world dominion.' No fierce fire; for those He's
Ransomed.' On the Rock will stand' un-shakable soldiers
Of the 'Great I Am'
Carbon human lives address, express ideas? debate caress'
All mammals made of carbon too' walk and live some are; confined to zoo's, a manmade place to observe
And gather; revenue in that preserve' yet now a human
Zoo is planned, with vax and chip in many lands, maybe
Worming ? with casteration.? A tax on living? The new
Sensation' your footprint eyeprint, what you may eat.? this
To be called utopia' do you find it neat? One great big zoo
Where you'll be learned, to accept without question or
You will; be spurned.' Oh what releif.' At least a choice.! To
Stand in reality, the only recourse' free will; free thought i'd
Rather choose.' than plastic inhumanity's ill fitting shoes.'
So scorn and scoff, threaten of death.' I'll stand and fight
For my right to the breadth, and the height; also the depth
Of Gods creation, all its richness its behests, in a universe
That has no end! what say you reader? What thoughts
Impend.?
Bound in supple molded leather, nondescript,
are manmade pages with rough jagged edge;
between their lines my unkempt thoughts are kept,
Whatever thoughts I fancy or things I fear,
however vain my conceit to try and make them art.
Long past when mold becomes my mantle set,
and my form feeds the growing sedge,
after even up the wind my bones has swept,
the words herein will still inhere;
and so, apart from pulse I will exist, in part.
But it’s true import none shall see:
that you once gifted this to me.
Clang, clang, clang, toots a trolley: X-s-teams,
though it's not the same San Fran by the Bay,
remembrance connects, perspective redeems,
sound stirs, 'Mathis', "It's Not For Me To Say".
Maintained posture as my observance probes,
heedless complacency, schemed convenience,
the prate news reader provokes our earlobes,
heroines chat as a girl grasps missed-chance.
Tram's next stop, the conductor ring updates,
abides fixed whiles, a life away smokes forth,
traffic noise flowing, like manmade primates,
shrieks giving birth...streetcar desired...part.
Ding, ding, ding, went the bell; attuned Judy,
"Voices of Spring", scratched slippers of ruby.
The sky has climbed over
its usual low cloud cover,
today it is high, blue and vertical
with no hand holds,
those places for the eye to cling to.
In the city we don't get 'big sky'
we get pencil thin shafts
that sweep the dust off ledges,
we have foot-slogging
staircases and elevations.
where the sky cannot rise beyond
one last viewless window.
Far below
upon those hemmed-in streets
some seem forced to grow
into hybrid creatures
that must suck upon
each other's fears.
There are trees, a few stretch and reach
like mountain climbers,
yet all that high air above us is not reassuring,
it creates a feeling of smallness,
our arms too paltry to grasp the infinite.
Mostly we give no thought
to the sheer narrowness of it all,
and so with only these
manmade clifftops to jump from
it's no wonder some choose to leap.
Some people think these recent disasters
Are caused by abuse of the planet
I tend to think they're natural occurrences
The world is just running the gamut
The ebb and flow of changing conditions
Are normal like any time previous
The world has existed for billions of years
Foolish to think we'd be impervious
It's how it's been since the dawn of existence
Today, we're in a technological time frame
To imagine it's the reason for all this mayhem
Is wrong, we shouldn't assume all the blame
There are certainly mistakes man has made
That surely hasn't helped the environment
But to suggest that these are the only reasons
The blame has an unjustified placement
No doubt, we've had some manmade disasters
Without question, can't dispute their effect
Humans certainly are not without culpability
But we've never been thought of as perfect
We are only visiting for a relatively short time
And our challenge is to try our very utmost
To leave it a much better place than we found it
What a great reason for us humans to boast!
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