Accidentally smoking some small pieces of acrylic
Sure my most recent circumstances are not idyllic
But I've heard people who've gone mad end up becoming historic.
Truth as a bride left beside the altar.
Before things even start, she speaks alone,
“Face your bullies upfront or you are done.
Your words waste breath; they have already won.”
Truth invited friends her future to share,
But Cassandra's seer words coldly spurned,
Friends felt her imagination too dark,
Shaking heads with, "There is no war to spark,"
While unworldly witless woke knew no hint
Of cascades of words spoken and in print
As aid was begged in ancient Kiev,
A place seeming too distant to believe,
As leaders, beating chests for Truth, do speak,
Condemning evil war against the weak,
Providing sparse aid to signal virtue;
Funding evil strong, while smirking at Truth.
Truth is the first casualty of war.
Evil devours diplomats' fresh green deals
Which they turn trash, strewn upon the terrain -
Banana peels for each weak Chamberlain.
Truth is wisdom’s foresight before the fight
Ignored by whose delight is their own light.
An apple peeler is a gadget
That peels the apple and
removes the cores
It sits on the counter top
Open the log bar-
Slide the apple on to it
Then close the opening
Turn the handle slowly
The apple peeler slowly
slowly removes the peels
Open the long bar
Open the long bar
Remove apple core
Now the gadget is ready
For another apple to be peeled
When you have enough apples
Peeled cut into small pieces
Then cook apples making
applesauce
Remove the peel, more of the same
shredding honesty, revealing more kool aid;
Sharing a meme but we don’t go and walk
seedless, no action; what an utter joke;
cheetos fall staining the floor
fighting to be embedded in our soil
orange dust poisoning the air,
Alarmed, but we stay broke and distressed
A little bit of giggle in all the fake news
we laugh but keep on moving
thinking there is nothing we can do,
How wrong we are when we sit hung over
On orange peels, cheetos and a little bit of giggle water.
for slipping on one
is never
very appealing
I prefer to focus
On the feeling of being
Strong and kind
Rather than focus on
All of my woes and sorrows.
It just does me better
To focus on orange peels
Than how the orange felt to be peeled
As I was peeling this orange, it whispered an epiphany.
"You must first be taken apart to gain strength.
Seek out the purist of storms
Dive into the cyclone, be cleansed, be reborn."
I followed the advice of the newly flayed orb.
Tracked down that cleansing wind.
In its billion unrecognizable forms.
Chasing a shattered constellation.
On the edge of starry town.
Cracked thoughts stretching out.
Nibbling wildflower- gathering strength.
Weaving a metal skin made of sun.
Devouring the sweet winter rain...
Life then began with a hum, then a roar.
Soul ignited by spectacular, undefined things.
Stardust of the mind, gathering clarity,
Now the bright fields of life flash eternally.
It's time to leave the old snakeskin to the weeds.
A new constellation rising into the night sky,
Broken hobos and coyotes dancing in delight.
Laughing, cascading so rich in their dreams.
What name shall be given to this infant skin?
This gathering of pristine baby stars.
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