simplicity cannot be understated
a persnickety word
pompous and arrogant
she puts on airs
I prefer
simple
prefer Brunswick news (5)
to swat flies always use (7)
prepared to peruse (5)
The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.
Mark Twain
we have two wonderful border collies~ I prefer their company
I prefer thoughts of
Living
Then peace with
Death
There are more joyful
Living thoughts
Then so-called peace
Expectancies
I’m not anxious
To lose my memories
For the few with torment
I don't want to be alone
but I don't want to be with you
I prefer walking on my own
than walking beside you
I prefer an extra space in my bed
than shareing it with you
I prefer a real lonelines
than feeling empty around you.
I don't want to be alone
but I prefer that over you
I rather talk to the wall
than talking to you
I rather look to a stone
than looking at you
I rather be buried in a hole
than being next to you.
Jessica
My get up and go
Got up and went,
I’m repenting my sins
For wasted days I have spent.
It’s ok for me to not show up
Though I hate letting people down,
Would you rather I ‘had a face on’
Or laugh whilst wearing a frown?
Without sounding selfish
And I’m sure you agree,
It’s good being You
But I prefer being ME!!
Overheard a couple elderly gents
Discuss artificial intelligence
One said to the other
If I had my druthers
‘Twould be on the ballot for President
I prefer the myths to the dry histories, where truths come and then crumble away,
For history is written with a quill of feathers, but the myth, eternal, beats with wings of iron.
Mythology dresses lies in dazzling robes that over time are clothed in truth,
And it gives birth to a wisdom that time can shape as the river shapes the stone.
Intelligence, deaf and blind, listens only to defy or to nod in assent,
Thus the message, like a drifting ship, is lost on misunderstood seas.
Instead of welcoming the word as a guest to the tables of meditation, it would tear down the messenger,
And we, mortals learned, have lost the art of sitting with the message, of cherishing the story.
The fault, it is said, lies in the arms of that education which molds us into valiant soldiers of certainty,
Not into wise seekers of questions, of meanings hidden in the folds of the everlasting myth.
Our world stubbornly struggles to tear the thick paper of deep understandings,
Poisoning us with dogmas, forgetting in the procession of days that all which was once a lie may bloom as the apple of new knowledge.
If you like the feel of sunlight that is bright,
I have Just the poem for you.
If you would rather stay up all night,
Until the stars are no longer bright,
I have just the poem for you.
If what you seek is a romantic moonlit night,
I have just the poem for you,
If you are looking to shine under the limelight,
I have just the poem for you.
If you prefer your dinner under candle light,
I have just the poem for you.
If you want something that gives off an eerie light,
That has you running out into the night,
I have just the poem for you.
If you want something to read under torchlight,
I have just the poem for you.
If you want something that happens under streetlight,
I have just the poem for you.
If you want something that will help you say goodbye to your night light,
I have just the poem for you.
Best not let others see them under a spotlight,
Or they will pick that they were written by everyone else but me.
I did write a poem once,
That was about moonlighting,
Which I can give you for free.
Oh, you think I come to cut at your veins spit thrones make you leave your home remove the soul from the heart and brain. No, for I show the treasures never truly shared memories under curtains covering its light with time present until grief took a toll on the beauty of the next life and gratefulness wraps around our hearts and fills are empty abysmal void within our souls.
perhaps it is artistic
to employ metaphors
as a seductive tease
leaving the door ajar
for multiple sequels
conjured by thoughts
in an imperfect realm
stained by feral forms
feeding off innocence
exploitation the norm
flame of love reveals
truth without mirrors
truth is unapologetic
and so inconvenient
objects within dreams
prefer not to recognise
simplicity of what is
visible only in silence
light pays not homage
to imagined darkness
love employs no force
thus love and light wait
for as long as it takes
till all embryos awake
the drone of gossip fills the lunchroom
maniacal laughter bursts occasionally
I eat alone on the other side of the wall
preferring to do anything else
writing poetry, drawing cartoons, loving being me.
irrationality is maintained
by...
the systematic geometry
it...
sustains against itself as
an...
equivalence consistency
to...
be as i pi e or phi that's
as...
functionally manifesting
by...
transcendental numbers
stans sand
When good people
corrupt,
even the evil seems
virtuous, nice...
I prefer normal,
I prefer people who ponder
in what they do
and they don't undo
for any harmful illusion...
Further than wine meat,...
i prefer your kiss fondness.
most than cheese fondue
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