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Have you ever pondered your value?
Asking sincerely about your worth
Placing importance on a thank you
Playfully with words referring to your birth
You may ask simply what is the meaning?
Based on what is being written here
It's a poetic celebration of well-meaning
Referring to you because you're dear
The earth was blessed on that given day
Having been gifted someone truly special
Daily joy even on days that may seem gray
Always with your presence totally on the level
You make things truly better and whenever
Even on the days that you don't think so
Life becomes a smile with just a "whatever"
I just wanted you to understand and know
Forever thankful for you, even if your eyes begin to roll
Sleep still ain't shhtt
It's like my eyes n brain js quit
Maybe it helps sometimes..a bit
But my very own reality is soooo much more than legit.
If I never had to sleep,
I swear I'd stay running in circles
Kuz, honestly
I dnt see the point in any of thiss
Every single fkin person on this planet
Is fabricated from 100% plastic
I know u think I'm being a lil drastic
Or dramatic
But I'm no half wit
You couldn't understand tha half of it
You'd be too extra with all of your calculus
But to be honest..
all ya gotta do is put a tiny flame to their skin
Watch them crawl and twitch n triple blink in tha fastest second u could ever pretend to think
People heard the phrase knowledge is power
But tha issue is most are too lazy to truly devour
all of that information that they encounter
js by clicking some buttons into their browser
Unfortunately that laziness kicks in when their brain feels a tingle
And they skim thru the pages, only looking
None of it ever sinking in
Dumbed down..held back
Not even close to being able to
Completely interact
On the level our brains should be at
Y'all think I'm this handsome young devil
Got news for you all, haven't been on the level
Got quite a large tummy
Mother dresses me funny
When girls touch my hoohaw, I get all ferschemmeled
My mind begins to wander
As I near my final breath
I lie here and I ponder
All the mysteries of death
Will I fade into the darkness
Of a cold and moonless night
Or will I view the starkness
Of a bright eternal light
Will I meet up with a devil
Or an angel dressed in white
Was the Bible on the level
Or did the Buddhists get it right
Well no matter come what may
I won't shed a single tear
Or feel regret for any day
I'm just glad that I was here
Never have I seen trouble as deep as
The catastrophe in Tamaulipas.
I chanced on a 6-kilometer crack -
A lot of information to unpack.
If you fall into the crack, it seems,
You'll be in China or the Philippines.
I tell you straight, put it on the level -
It is either drainage or the devil.
I GET ALL FERSCHEMMELED
Y'all think I'm this handsome young devil
Got news for y'all haven't been on the level
Got quite a large tummy
Mother dresses me funny
When girls touch my parts I get all ferschmmeled
SKETCHING FAMOUS PEOPLE
Think I'll get back to sketching famous people
When they autographed my drawings it was a real big deal
My success rate's way up there
Much more than my share
Twelve hundred last count that was totally surreal
THE PRUDE
There once was an old dude quite a prude
Never drank never smoked up never crude
Till one fine day
A girlie did play
With his private parts, changed the old dude's mood
The Governor's name was Bob Neville
Who was known as a civic devil
But through deified greed
Never did a good deed
I don't think he was on the level
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He floats just above the waterline of humor
I never know if he’s on the level or not,
peers over the edge, on the brink of absurd rumor.
Maybe human mirth has been squeezed out of him
while tilting at windmills; open hostility is his escape
whips out to a froth any sea of affection at his whim.
It is a carefully crafted facade, and he plays it like a master
like a tenantless temple looking for souls to save
or a gypsy staring at his crystal bowl for any disaster.
He could caress with flattery, or bite with harsh insight,
uses silence as his weapon to control dialogue
but turns on a smile a reassuring crescent in the night.
Awareness hums between us - he’s a magician
plucking out a dove of intimacy from his sleeve,
then he’s gone like a shadow running from the sun.
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He said, "Hello". I Said, "Who are you?"
He said, "I am the Devil".
I said, "C'mon man. You're not on the level".
He said, "Yes, I am".
"I can't talk to you. My morals forbid".
The Devil said, "You just did."
"No I didn't", I said.
"Yes, you did".
I shut my mouth and stopped scoffing.
As he vanished, I heard him laughing.
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I'm on the level
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Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus an Poe giveaway
With one smoking gun,
I make a good living.
I'm a Squire for hire,
And I'm unforgiving.
I'm real blue steel,
Like a midnight thriller.
I'm primetime crime,
And a certified killer.
With fire and desire,
I'm the best in town.
The Devil on the level,
And I'll put you down.
High priced and enticed,
To get the job done.
No shame in the game,
And I do it for fun.
With eyes on the prize,
And finger on the trigger.
The blush from the rush,
And nothing is bigger.
To endeavor forever,
I never want to stop.
Money is the honey,
And the cherry on top.
If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured
Is Paul really here and on the level
Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil
Check each record groove and bevel
In redundant curiosities I revel
Did you find yourself in a sudden trance
In a prompt unusual circumstance
Perhaps then it’s more than chance
Of what began as music and a dance
A bit of messaging subliminal
Some entertaining and minimal
Others verging on being criminal
Few for the mind, almost medicinal
You won’t hear the message at their live show
Only between your own wall and window
For the secret put the record on and turn it slow
And play it backwards, if you really want to know
A. Mater of Mine
said Water to Wine
is a dated riddle...
The founders who are fathers
made a matter of time
so Mother buttered embers
in bated rhymes...
" they're bread for this "
and a baker's dozen
" their trowel are for Pi "
and the purse in their apron...
are the tools.
The nature of my Other
saw the bother of rules...
so I found more than one
of the pendulum jewels
and while Ashlar perfect
are a rough square to cube
the labor of my love
saw through to a truth...
" the point ...
is to multiply "
said a Cedar to the sky
so on the level up...
I squared my guise
with 24 carrots
and some all-seeing eYes
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