In Mr. Potato Head Lounge was a vending machine
A new liver or kidney could quickly be seen
If you put in three quarters out pops a heart
No surgeon is necessary, this is a great start
You can jamb it into your holes all by yourself
No doctor or hospital or pills on a medicine shelf
Don’t you wish people had this kind of vending machine?
No surgery at all; this would be rather lovely and keen.
Those
Body organs
Brain and heart
And more
Show up in
Medical records
Doctor's columns
And home remedies..
It is the dissection of
The separate
Individual into
What appears as
Dissected storylines
Of knowing and
Searching...
With nowhere else to turn,
I'm driving this defective time machine off a cliff
I'm the lead detective but I'm off this case
If blankets and pillows can harmonize as weapons,
Then consider this a sleep of faith
A gas mask couldn't save me from this room you've filled
with tantalizing radiation you call a breath of fresh air
Brothers from different smothers
And I know that life is short
But with all this going into my lungs,
I might as well take a hit to get there first
And I know that life isn't fair
But brothers in control together, stay together
And in a race to my lungs,
I know what could get there first
And in a race to my ears,
I know you would lay your curse
on thicker and cozier
than a wolf in sheep's clothing
And moving forward without knowing
Is looking like my ticket out of this hell hole
If your goal was for me to fear you,
You won in the wrong way
I only fear the that I'll grow further out of this
And unfasten this mask
And pump my breathing tubes with a heavy dose of ignorant bliss
Which we both know is just your poison in lavenders clothing
Ernest was a taxidermist.
Who stuffed birds and animals the firmest.
Ernie had made a name,
In the taxidermist game,
He was also a professional internist.
When I die,I'm gonna make a donation.
I'll make a donation so others can survive.
I'll make a donation and save so many lives.
Now,take it all. Use every part.
Liver,Kidney,Lungs,and Heart.
I'll die but leave a legacy.
There will be a piece of me that lives on in others.
My body is useless to me now.
My spirit has left it.
My body is useless to me now.
But others need my gift.
Why do so many have to wait .
Leave it to chance.Leave it to fate.
It is so selfish not to give
Because there's an organ shortage
PEOPLE ARE DYING! PEOPLE ARE DYING!
So,when YOU die I hope you make a donation
Make a donation so others can survive.
Make a donation,you'll save so many lives!!
Human guts oozes out
Because of a vampire’s big mouth
Tearing the stomach wide open
No tormenting words were spoken
The walking dead feeds on its bloody organ
It was the gushy blood of j.p morgan
Whose eyes were plucked and smashed
His inside guts were also slashed
10-27-2020
Moment he died, his mother sprung into action
His last wish was organ donation
Fatherless girl's looked at ailing mother,
His liver gave them life
Bedridden mother prayed for her only sons life
His kidneys gave them life
Parents watched their blind child sadly,
there was no way they could console him,
His eyes gave them life
Although dead, he never died,
His dead body gave life to many...
Note : Today, every donor can save up to eight lives and enhance over 75 more.
Aphorisms or EPIGRAMS on God and Human FREEDOM (?)
1. God is hiding in plain sight: God is the background, the very canvas, without which the foreground, the ART, cannot be!
The renowned Missionary-Apostle, Paul, told the Athenian philosophers, even your poets say that "in Him we live and move and have our being." The reference is BOOK of ACTS 17:28. The intelligentsia of Greece had erected statues to their many gods, goddesses, and one "To the Unknown God," to cover their bases. Paul told them the UNKNOWN GOD to you, is well known to us!
2. Why can't you see your own eyes, or hear your own ears, or beat your own heart? Why can't we return the living breath in a person that dies? Who gave the newborn its first breath?
The one or FORCE that gives newborn babies their very first breath of life ... who or what is IT? Why can't we get the same FORCE to restore the breath in a dying or dead person? So, we are not independent after all, even to the point of not controlling our heart beats, or managing the function of internal organs!
I
The former Minister said, "You are born out of the world,"
Not into it! Think of a flower, How is it born?
Myriads of marvelous blooms are born into the world
And we, humans, want to be sui generis, alone!
II
When you think of a wonderful waterfall, serene
Your (thyroid &) internal organs calibrate your fuel efficiently
By forsaking angry thoughts, envy ... you are naturally
Healing your body & mind, or slowing their decay
III
Loving Nature, thanking plant & animal as you say Grace
Much as Amerindians did before, during, after hunt & growth
So close were they (but without Jesus), sensing Spirit in all
Perhaps erring only in valuing Creation more than tribal foes
IV
So while I celebrate a natural life, tuned to the universe
I believe the words in Scripture (Romans 1)
Free-willed humans worship created things, idols made by us
Not the Creator, who gave all tribes rules to control NUMBER 1
V
In concluding this sermon of a poem, readers
I evoke a smile from you, about social distancing:
We have been practicing it for too long with Nature
When COVID19 returns humans to more "natural managing."
Tong and the sex organs very sharp exit points,care and concern of organs to reach Heaven’s entry point!
i put plastic wrap around my insides
to keep everything together
when i’m falling apart
sometimes it’s too tight around my lungs
i cant breathe
As she curls her body into itself
Remembering the day that had followed
She is no longer herself
But only
A mere ghost of what she once was
So much has gone through her body
Her rib cage splayed open like an inviting door
People leaving their dirty foot prints on her lungs
She never remembers inviting them in
But she is far too weak to close the door
The soles of her shoes have worn with her footsteps to find happiness
She always saw the exit sign
But
Her anxiety like an old demon
Creeping its way into her body taking over control
Everytime
The safety of her depression
Always waiting for her to fall back into
Catching her with its claws
Her insomnia at night
Telling her everything isn’t alright
Kurplunk
Went my
Heart
In your
Hands
So I fled
Fast and far
And I knew
You wouldn't
Get far
Silly illusion
I hope you
Understand
I was too afraid
To let you in
Kurplunk
Went all my
Thoughts
Onto the floor
Maybe one
Day I won't
Think so much
But let it just
Happen
Some folks use four different organs
to think with,
but only one of them
has any brains.
One of them is sometimes
a wallet. You can imagine
the other two
since only one of them
has any brains.
Another sometimes breaks.
You can imagine
the other one
since only one of them
has any brains.
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JDZoller Copyright © Feb 8, 2010
Reeds are the cathedral
Pipe organs to the stars
You breathe in and out
You bend and sway
To the voice of God, but
Dip your hands
Among the moonlit lakes
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