When the tree bears its fruit
It produces rare resources
Should I start counting?
When capital is accumulated
It manufactures wealth
Should I start saving?
The wonders of the world,
As money falls into your pocket
An accomplishment has been made
Is this money enough?
As the knowledge becomes noticeable
An achievement has occurred
Is it what I deserve?
Secrecy of the world,
When the grass becomes greener
It produces rare opportunities
Should I count?
When capital is invested
It manufactures interests
Should I save?
The mystery of the world.
What’s the reason of hate? To hide love?
All these feelings are real,
My mind manufactures only to be manipulated.
Afraid to love that’s why we hide behind “facts and language”?
If you’re tired of being lied to and you know it clap your hands.
if you’re tired of being fed a narrative to stop your thinking,
Can I get an Amen?
God is great, fear is a weapon,
Time to disarm the ruling class.
Basic needs of every human being, love, safety, and happiness.
Our resources have been hijacked, stolen, and being used to threaten. We are the people, and the people would gladly share with their neighbors.
Your land is my land.
The ones who seek ways not to share, scare instead console, turn lies into truth simply by repeating.
The world needs peace, and by god there’s plenty so everyone can have a piece.
Why are we so blind? Why are we so hesitant? The revolution doesn’t need to be a war but a realization that we are one by kingdom come as Earth as it is in heaven. Not everyone believes in the same religion but we all know god is real. Regardless of the differences in our stories and beliefs there is a common spirit of love, forgiveness, and righteousness we need to embrace.
thoughts, willy-nilly, drift out of mind
restless in the muddle of entanglements
things
twisted
like my garden watering hose that weeps the earth to life
a bold green pushed to fruition
twisted
like winding highways that overtake you with litter
scraps of fast food for gulls in cherished feeding
twisted
like student summer factory work that manufactures
cursing
when assembly line work disassembles purpose
twisted
like landfill debris of mangled cellphones
tech faith that ushers us to connective clutter
twisted
like barely concealed malice
an ugliness unfolding worthy of trash TV
twisted
like war's celebratory cruelty, the tyrant's glee
in threatening a seeded nuclear future
still
in the midst of blaze and fumes, caress what's most
vulnerable
affirm the grit of human living
and hold out hope
like a candle hovering just outside a keyhole
Poem composed April 13, 2023
The poet manufactures fantasies
wonderful enchanted castles
flying on winged carpets
when he builds poetry...
Thus chimera makes us dream,
in this chimera we will all live...!
A few hours ago ‘twas 80 degrees
Yet now my toes and fingers fairly freeze
Used to use a weathervane
Stupid rooster went insane
Replacement hen manufactures cold breeze
The poet manufactures fantasies
wonderful enchanted castles
flying on winged mats
when he builds poetry...
This chimera makes us dream,
chimera we're all going to live in...!
There where nature
manufactures an outfall,
drop by drop,
a river is born...
The natural history,
covers the sands of tempo,
under the water
hidden...
Before eyes
who only sight,
what wet feet
step on...!
SWEET DREAM TM
My company manufactures mattress
Blanket, quilt, bedcover, pillowcase.
‘SWEET DREAM’, the chosen
Trade -Mark going on
capturing market accessing success.
12/25/ 20
First Place
'Trade Mark' Contest by Sara Kendrick
clarity is something that manufactures you.
all the meditation in the world makes you still,
but so does death, knowledge that comes from
being between life and death is the strongest mortar
for the bricks you would lay. Anyone can live,
Anyone can quit life anytime. It is the threshing,
those moments between life and death where
the grains of wisdom are separated from the chaff.
Two worlds collide in you: the inner world is
your tether to your God; the outer world,
a tether to your life. You may choose to follow
either lead, but you are the center of the pull
for each. Their tension is what gives you
your existence. It is also what makes each choice
inevitable. Mortality is a condensed version of infinity;
Cliff notes, so to speak: "to be or not to be".
Keep reading, but remember: words describe
existence. Beyond existence languages crumble.
There is a place that is beyond all belief. In this place
there is no need for knowledge. There is, in fact, no need.
When the Duke boys tried to jump over my house, they crashed through the middle.
The damn General Lee landed on top of me and put me in the hospital.
The Dukes apologized and said they meant no harm.
I sued their pants off and the judge gave me their farm.
I sold their land to a big company that manufactures beer.
Jesse, Bo and Luke were furious and Daisy was in tears.
Daisy said if I gave them their farm back, she would show me her hooters.
I told all four of them to take a hike and they had to go live with Cooter.
When a person injures me, it's an extremely bad thing to do.
The Dukes learned that when people do me bodily harm, I sue.
If healthiness
grows godliness,
and godliness
grows healthiness,
why not regenerousness
co-redeems Earth's shared Eden Nest?
Healthy belongings fill Yang hunger.
Sacred belonging flows through Yin nutrition.
Industrial,
like military,
revolutions
for monoculturing power and wealth
are too much Yang short-term bottom-line.
Sustainable evolutions
for matriarchal gifting polycultural flow
is what we post-millennially higher value
as just right Yin over Yang long-term
co-empowerment
co-operations
in-formations bilateral,
deductive-industrial LeftYang
reweaving inductively sustainable flow RightYin,
as particles are to waves,
as organic cells are to digest/eliminate nutritional systems,
as thymine form is to cytosine functions,
as positive fractals are to double-bound notnot zero.
As Yang industrial periods
are to Yin flow-sustaining sentences
proclaiming regeneration wins
as decomposition loses loss.
Love manufactures
where fear's angers
pass double-bound away,
if healthiness
grows godliness.
Bad bosses wear the same clothes every day
Some of them are called Bob or Bill or Kathy
They smell funny and cry for mommy
Never shake hands with them
You don’t know where their thumbs have been
Bad bosses hate employees who want wages
They kick their dogs and friends
Legends in their minds; they beat their wives
My boss is six feet tall
All of it is *****
Bosses look me up and down
Waiting for me to turn around
They want me to bend over and crack a smile
There must be a factory somewhere out there
That manufactures these freaks of nature
Vaseline does not come with the pay check
When they are done with me
I don’t even get a kiss or cigarette
Buttercup Comes Home
Buttercup comes home each night with different partners
She is a factory girl, thinner than a string
I guess she manufactures lovers, one after another
It’s hard being married all the time
She tells me she needs her freedom. She needs her space.
That is her mantra. That is her bible
Buttercup comes home these days
And I’m not there
I found another Buttercup
For what it’s worth
Her name is Bertha
She’s bigger than a house
It’s hard going out
Written displacement
Oriented
Figures focus
Loose stance
Bile manufactures
Masculine
Angelic
Body
Doubles
Stretch new skin
Over the
Wise
Spicy neglect
You neglected
Your mind's
Obese child
Write letters
To dead
Virgins
It'll take your heart
Off trivia
Slice most glances
(If you read) Do not compare
Lateness to sickness
PARTNER
Honey the sweetest the bee manufactures
The word you easily describe me with
Brown chocolate my sweetest flavor
Like words from you, sweetest melody ever
Honey forever I will love you
Queen the long dressed palace lady
You say in your heart I have the throne
In your palace you play king I the queen
From your gestures, I feel a real queen
At your palace I will dwell
Baby sweet tender to cuddle and cherish
From my deep grief you call me baby
Erasing my fears, assuring me security
I am tender and delicate but you strong
Hold me to sleep like a baby
My dear, darling sweetheart
I give you my heart unconditionally
But you break the trust and loose it all
Will be hard to recover, my reverse gear broken
Love and not break my heart
I veiled my eyes to them
And chose only you to cherish
Know they still roam my neighbourhood
Eager to pick and mend pieces you break of me
And that will still be another chapter
Lets read the same page
Discuss and take points together
Another offered to lecture in the eve for free
Just incase you miss the lesson of the day
Said am too special to study alone
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