I
He was no farmer, Carl Farmer
He was a loud preaching man
His eyes got wet, peradventure
As we heard the trees and land -
II
"We do not complain though confined -
Bunched together, joying in life
We seek light not more dirt, ground -
See us: Cramped, bright, and quiet!"
NOTE: This was a mystical experience in Central Virginia Carl farmer & I separately experienced around 2018; the same clump of trees (declining forest) was serene, though a tangle beneath the canopy. Speak of "live and let live!"
thirty-eight years
of peradventure in love
— stimulus superb
4/19/2018
The vomit stench of ********
reeks from the webcam
as the living dirt approaches.
She is so free from restraint:
goodbye natural law
and biblically derived morality,
for the personalism of the baphomet.
The Jesus concept overturned for the harlot
--she loves her red string--
finally religious prostitution
is piety.
Madonna, Britney Spears and Xtina: Your Jewish activism; congratulation to their bai'hai temple, as a regard to your deceitful epistemology of civilization. Collecting religions as a quaint remembrance of Talmudian planning. Appointed priestesses of g-d. Giving them all your blessings. Now converting the goyim by Kabbalah, your gentile made peradventure.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
A most wondrous view lies before me,
And to my back; a perilous endeavor
Nevertheless, let my journey commence and my mind be free
From this very moment, will arise cunning most clever
Lo, I have but no other choice,
To take a most literal leap of faith o’er this cliff’s edge
Lest, this fearsome fire may halt at the sound of my voice
And swiftly retreat from my presence on this rocky ledge
Nay, despite my efforts, the fire draws near
Thus I act on my newly-conceived notion
And I fall for an eternity, met with a reality becoming clear;
That perhaps my peradventure has been without merit
For on this day, God saved me from the fire’s taunting gleam
Hence, the Lord patiently waits to fulfill His glorious scheme