WHAT
fair and narrow,
dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind.
art thou, brave;
were but fools,
Not one of them a knave.
Bright thy line, sire!
So ran the way,
And ended in a mire.
Spare me
let me live:
I ask no kindness at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.
(Blackout of 422. Epigrams against the Earl of Galloway by Robert Burns)
Spared a change—
Spared a week, spared everything that made me weak.
Spared the week that made me weak.
Spared the people who think I am a “geek.”
Spared the light that made me weak,
From a dream that wasn’t supposed to find an end,
Because there was nothing to seek.
I eat demons for breakfast and plant them
Far away- Where no life is detected,
To spare another.
Your life does not call to see demons,
Simply so you can live it.
Some of us do not have that luxury-
Long ago we formed in darkness,
To travel to places that even nightmares
Cannot reach.
And that is why we can see what those
Cannot see.
Labels do not hinder us
I eat demons for breakfast and plant them
Far away – where no life is detected,
To spare the other.
You want to see angels and ghosts?
Careful of what you call into existence child-
For not all seeing is believing,
And not all will spare you either – And
Before you know it, nothing but fear
Will consume you.
I eat demons for breakfast and plant them
Far away – where no life will ever be detected,
To spare
You.
Let’s spare little kindness
To those we never know
Costs nothing to expand this
Some kind words need to go
“God bless you, peace, be free
Endure the bad, stay strong
I wish you and your family
The best, may you live long”
Let’s send these thoughts to strangers
No matter who they are
Not devils and not angels
Aren’t we quite similar?
And their response will find us
In their turn, kind words they’ll spare
Some never know it’s kindness
They need, right from the air.
What ever you imagine a spare to be
Their only purpose is a guarantee
Manipulated from day one
Not wanted but the back up son
Just being born to facilitate
No argument no debate
Just being made into a reprobate
No curses no swearing
No talking no fighting
No elbows on the table
Just a passion to disable
No choices no freedom
Just silence until they are done
I wait I pray
Hoping I put on the correct display
No laughter no movement
Only never ending judgement
No way to express my contempt inside
Another reason to run and hide
What ever the demand
You must understand
It is not you it’s the life they made
A choice they choice to degrade
They make up lies
For everyone that applies
To make you look terrible
Then make you comparable
The outside never sees
The cruelty with ease
A trapped terrified boy
Who has little joy
The expectation to be grateful
And feel shameful
Trapped and isolated
Behind closed doors violated
No one sees no one cares
Just property of theirs
Violently attacked to keep me in line
Forcing me to resign
To being the spare
Stan’s Chevy van had a flat.
"Where is the damn spare at?"
Stan cursed at the tire,
Letting loose his ire.
Poor Stan and his van had a spat.
She whimpers
She screams
Bad temper
It seems
Mom wallows
Dad screams
Pain follows
Bad dreams
'Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth
with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been
and there you will always long to return,'
wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519).
In school I did learn
the plane truth,
and for your information,
it's a collection of spare parts
flying in close formation.
And was it not Icarus in his day
who, in so many words,
was first heard to say,
"Flying is for the birds!"
don’t thrust belief on my heartbeat
for I dwell not in lower mind
instead feel love’s magnetic heat
bliss delight which I follow blind
with vibrations of God aligned
birds
often have a spare-row
flying
somewhere in the flock
extra
eyes and ears benefit
survival
with respect numbers
in
this or that tree grove
with
residential birdfeeders
ten
birdfeeders running
actively
almost all of the year
great
for photography and
perfect
when reading/writing
poetry
and philosophy
mathematics
and counting time
len
...'wowza' again...
a spare row of
creatures take...
their last step
every minute of...
time any where
and become food...
yesterday i saw
a hawk take a...
sparrow feeding
in the front hedge...
just a half hour ago
another got nailed...
while i watched so
the mystery is gone...
sparrows will land on
your shoulder because...
hawks avoid us and so
we're predatory protection....
len
We must de-industrialise i hear..By some pallid strange
Specimens; let this be clear' in order to devolve to sustain'
We must resort to mass slaughter? Oh the idiocy.' And such
Strain the cattle are creating co2.. its the stuff of creation
And part of it.' Is that not true.? Yet still we must strive to
Mine lithium ore..Quite a destructive passtime.' To obtain
From raw.? Yet the goal is sustainable farming and such
Like ploughing with horses? And lighting candles well its
Not really that tough.' It can be done.' I'm not saying it
Can't but we'll need all the livestock.' About which some
Rant.' To do the impossible mankind ever tries.' And fads
Are ubiquitous as are callumny and lies.'
Antisemitism is back in vogue
thanks to a world gone rogue
Some say it’s a fairly recent disease
spare me the laughter please
It’s been around ever since Patriarchal Days
infecting all of history, an age-old malaise …
Why did Jacob flee Esau, journeying to Haran
Esau would have murdered Jacob, had he not gone
And who did Jacob encounter at journey’s end
none other than Laban, at first a ‘good friend’
Laban invited Jacob to stay for free for thirty days
though he eventually swindled his nephew in so many ways
Lied to him again and again, switching his bride on his wedding night
endlessly changing his wages and working conditions – slight after slight
Finally told his nephew: Your wives are mine, as are your sheep
expecting Jacob would bend to slavery without so much as a peep
But to Laban, Jacob never once did bow… instead he fled
then challenged Esau’s 400 men, backing them down…
Murderous Esau, freedom-denying Laban, cooked up twin recipes
for legions of antisemites down through the ages, into our century
Can ya spare a little change?
Purple pleaser, are you a teaser?
I like to flatulate on the bench
Where others have eaten their noonday lunch.
I say, can you spare a little change?
Clouds race by, I wonder whose winning,
Who will reach the noonday sun, first?
I could use a little change around here.
Whatcha say? Will ya today, change your mind?
I look around, this ain’t my beautiful world.
This ain’t my beautiful lamp post.
This ain’t no wonderful life, after all.
I say, can ya spare a little change?
My mind went racing down the subway, without me.
My body’s falling apart.
I have no funds for a shave, wouldn’t anyway.
It’s gettin’ cold around here, winter’s near.
Almost time to leave, anyway.
Can you spare a little change is all I say.
Can ya, can ya today?
I heard you correct
The first time
All you ever initially asked for
Was buddy can you spare a dime
But thinking I am so kind
I pulled out and offered you
A $100 dollar bill note instead
Honestly I think for the sole reason because
So I could lord and let myself
And believe my goodness
Go to my head
So buddy as little as you may think
You may have or haven't got
What you in fact do
Or will never want
Is anything in fact
From me
Because what I obviously
Do not possess
Is a single ounce
Of humility
Or
Humanity
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