From the Beach Boys on back to Bach
for inspiration, it’s best to leave rock
Unless of course, a rocking chair is meant
in which case I dare not dissent
Snippets play inside my mind.
Pieces of movies which I find
Are ingrained; cinema projected...
Dorment and then resurrected.
Sometimes, just a simple thought
Or action has the snippet caught.
Often, in a single day
They play - and sometimes on replay.
Moments big and moments small...
A century of films in all.
Silver, colour, sex and violence...
Even scenes made in their silence.
When I'm bored, I like to visit
These - I find them quite exquisite.
Shots and scenes in all their glory
From any given category.
The theatre based inside my head
Captures what's said and unsaid.
I cherish snippets because they
Can help to fill some of my day.
#Require a Non-Dictatorial...
(A New World Order-'Spoiler'.)
#Require Tutorial on The Constitution, on file.
#Require Anecdotal circumstancial, financial
"disclosure" ( ) portfolio.fraud.crossing_wires;
#Fire, them All, if then, placehold a trial
and cornholio a pineapple un-cut. 4x4 Family/Animal.style. {}
In our Political/Educational/Media/ and Health-Care-
(Executor/Collaborators)-: Institutions of liars ! []
We need access to our own information, in
stockpiles.
While "We..."
Stand free and tall, Absolution, takes the desire,
as does prosecution !
!IMPORTANT! Reconcile.
Hashtag_Militia, reflexadigitation !
Replace Apathy with the integrity to inspire
others under their persecution !
Take back our Nation !
*(Revolution !)*
I have a sickness
in my soul,
a pain so deep
it boils,
it smeared my life
to and fro,
to the point I want to let go.
“Don’t blink or you’ll miss it” said God
“Miss what?” Old father time replied
“Ah, you blinked, you missed it” God said
“But miss what?” Old father time repeated
“A lifetime dear fellow” God answered
“A lifetime, it is but the briefest snippet in time”
He continued, ““Never mind” he went on
“I think you’ll find that time
Doesn’t actually exist anyway”
Realizing he was now talking to no one in particular
“Darn it, it can get so lonely in this job”
God muttered to himself, as he somewhat
Reluctantly got back to work,
On his latest creation.
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
Each bead says a story
Of two parted souls
Ages old souls
And when you chant each bead
You find the bliss indeed
And the moment you know you are
One wave left on the shore
And the moment you know you are
One with me, them and the cosmos
You are no more a part of the story
My subconscious mind reminds me
thoughts of you still linger
Trying to forget the feel of you,
but these thoughts of mine
recollect without permission
Causing a slow submission to my
mental addiction
Cold water lapping
Quiet barking and a quick
Splash out near the bay
Songbird in brisk rain
Perched under a broken branch
Nest in tree hollow
Floating atop it
Our paddles swept through the lake
A budding blossom
Blushing and a chill
Moon wane and dragonfly hiss
Step on Winter cress
Red fox hunts in reeds
Swimming after a small mouse
Sky is clear and bright
Lucky day! Father McShane was on the altar.
I knelt in gratitude, in silent applause.
He said mass faster than the lead car in a drag race.
Hosts flew and before we knew it: “Ite, missa est.” *
The nine a.m. ritual was well worth it on Sundays with daddy.
Out of the mist of sneezy incense, enclosed in glass tabernacles
food for the soul of another kind awaited us at the Brewster bakery.
Father and daughter a spiritual team of confectionary communicants,
were in search of the one true doughnut, the absolute muffin.
My father kept us ever faithful.
*Go, the Mass is ended
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 14, 2012
I made a stoned heart rhyme
And penned a poem of mine
That will make me known to all,
Soon as they perceive my soul--
I married a sleek pen to name me husband.
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