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We look at spirit not at form
Our Touch is gentle kind and warm
We but reflect Gods love and light
Tis the path to which we conform
To walk with Him each day anew
To hear His words in heart each day
Reminds me of the morning dew
Then shows me all He will display
To hear His words in heart each day
The Wisdom in my life He speaks
Then shows me all He will display
Explains to me our path He tweaks
The wisdom in my life He speaks
Now shows the way to go in life
Explains to me our path He tweaks
To avoid unneeded toil and strife
Now shown the way to go in life
I've decided to follow Him
To avoid unneeded toil and strife
To prune my life oh yes to trim
I've decided to follow Him
Investment in eternity
To prune my life oh yes to trim
Now gives me so much serenity
Investment in eternity
Reminds me of the morning dew
Now gives me so much serenity
To walk with Him each day anew
I have these manly hands,
Not pretty, not soft.
They hold firewood well though,
A fall from my child, They'll stop.
These hands are feeling tired,
Once again learning the land.
In suburbia tools are accessible,
Easy to come by and less elements to withstand.
There is home in the bush for me,
The open skies call my name.
The ease and the convenience repels me,
Leaving me in debt, emptiness and shame.
A real woman, I feel within me.
Whatever my definition is.
She uses muscle and heart,
Holds faces, smiles and finishes with a kiss.
This woman within me,
She walks up hills and creates life,
She nurtures and toils,
Prays for seedlings to flourish in sunlight.
I forgot how sacred she was.
Her beauty, it glows from the inside.
Unable to be seen by the empty,
When in process she tends to hide.
She stews in her fire,
Her brain hot and her hands clenched.
Ripping out the unneeded,
Hair behind her ear, sweaty, opening a beer while sitting on a bench.
What a woman she was,
Not everyone's cup of tea.
Despite all of the attempts to run,
This woman came back to me.
Hell, thy ancient fury red.
Blue the bloody bright.
Death and Doom, holy is dread.
Deprived: foe of sight.
Eyes unneeded, pop in skull!
Lips fall from the face!
Clean death, are you due a trull?
Heaven, where is grace?
Immortal insectile file.
Two by two in ranks.
Well, think on this one a while:
When to call the tanks?
Singularity, thy grin.
Full, O rubbish bin?
Hope, thy budget's looking thin!
Pin to help us win!
Anyway, thy question.
O voices of the past:
Stay at post? Suggestion:
Just hang them all, O mast.
Who listens to counsel sage?
Asked: levels of rage?
Rusty are the bars, my cage?
Victims of the age!
Golden, glorious, gibbous.
Night, thy fading glow.
Bright the bane, bore, blunderbuss?
Shows what fools all know!
Call them in most anytime!
Greatest war, break out.
Countenancing, O cold crime?
Death is but a shout!
I hate everything -
the reflection my mind shows
is jagged,
pointing at every flaw
with cold, surgical precision.
I do not understand the lessons
I should have learned by now;
The maps others followed
were incinerated
before my fingertips met the pages edge.
I speak.
I act,
and every word fractures the air.
faces tighten
like brittle glass
under unseen pressure.
And still, they call me
"The best thing in the world",
light and death,
while I spread the poison like a disease
just from inflating my lungs.
Sometimes I wish to vanish quietly,
leave no trace,
no smoke,
no echoes of the names you once called me.
But the accusation of selfishness strikes with immediate,
deafening gunfire.
I continue to patch the wounds and holes left by others,
my unneeded and wasted blood filling the voids
while my skin breaks cleanly,
my heart tears without mercy.
The figure my mind has constructed
waits in the dark,
unmoving.
while I screamed with my burning lungs
to take me away
Like when "Love" took away the pain
that used to be enough
to keep me here.
A terrible experience Kelly was to suffer.'
The gestation system of the nhs here is hard to utter, the lack of indepth screening almost
Seems to set the stage.? A mini act of removing humanity.? In a variety of ways.?
This was not i think probable pre twenty
Twenty two.? Three words to indict a decade..To my observation.? Comes through.' Through all the rushed proceedures through much limited medical
Supply..Although black market drugs are
I hear in steady supply.' There seems also a
Strange concurrence with professors and
Junkies and would you beleive it some pharmacutical thugs, a climate train thats lost control and More unneeded septic bugs, there is to be an examination of this
Womans case i hear..' Is she to expect a fair appraisal.? Or just some jargon? Or in
Time you'll be better my dear.?
a writer’s filler
calico kitty
teased sixties hairdo
a thick foam mattress
frosting on cupcake
unneeded words
puffed up and pumped
white duck feathers
virgin lamb's wool
moving clouds
whipping cream
marshmallow
frothy
pillow
fluff
Surfing the Cyber Sea without a life vest
hunting and pecking each key at best
nothing but a gyre of flotsam and jetsam
Charybdis as far as the eye can see
where once all was clean and pristine
now the dreaded AI rules the roost
with spam from unwanted advertisers
to give it an unneeded boost
culprits remaining nameless
hiding behind anonymity
who knows what they have in mind
but open the door and it's for sure
once they're in they'll rob you blind
Britain is known to have ruled the waves
at the height of its happy heyday
a worldwide web with a maritime domain
but come what may all empires fall
yet will this disinformation superhighway remain?
Always feeling so unneeded, so underappreciated.
But for once she is feeling as though she is utmost defeated.
Still feeling unspent on anything requiring effort.
Trash, garbage, waste, refuse, flotsam, debris…
So many terms for what we agree
is unneeded, unwanted, eminently disposable
From a putrid seed humans hail
~ magnificently growable
I mean think about it:
Does God care about praise?
No.
We shouldn't either.
Do your good works,
Then watch a Marx Brothers movie.
Stop your search for unneeded miracles.
The miracle already occurred.
We're still getting acclimating.
Dreaming of color
Burned it in my mind
But then I wake up,
My hands stained raven
Looking at you now, yes you
Am I unneeded?
Am I just in the way too?
When I close my eyes,
I see a phantom,
of what I could be
I can't see the simple things I'm meant to keep,
What am I supposed to be?
Forever alone and stuck
I can't escape this place
eating my triple cheese shrimp omelet
stirring my homemade triple cheese grits
taking my hickory smoked bacon out of the microwave
getting my honey butter biscuits out of the oven
with a bad case of indigestion, i unapologetically dig in
i have my headphones ready for when toilet time comes again
i will probably have seconds and have a couple of baby giant cinnamon rolls
some iced miralax will clean out the unneeded sewage
i might as well say goodnight to my girlfriend, who is rolling her eyes for the umteenth time today
i am glad that i am off for the next three days
for some reason said girlfriend is not talking to me
i know for sure that i am going to the bathroom in the basement and watch the cooking channel on the flatscreen recently installed
my butt will be raw, but doggonit i am as happy as i have ever been......
not a tinker's cuss given......
PURISTA
uncluttered
by
decoration
fantasy
&unneeded
detail
minimalism
made
manifest
in
arud
simplicity
mountain of things we throw
unneeded items stacked in drawers
rotten meat , fermented food
we eat junk and then junk eats us
heaps of trash, that's our treasure
rusted cars will soon be a wreckage
Oh! Let's bring new junk, get rid of the old
I am looking for a heart
the kind that are hard to find
lost in the abyss of this
technological world.
I am looking for a heart
that are not metallic and mechanical
turned virtual robotic self-centred
in this facebook
and mobile phone addicted world.
I am looking for a heart
humane, made of love and blood
survived on human touch
and without needing
unneeded information so much,
just to be heartlessly smart.
I am looking for a heart
those simple and pure ones
that lived in the yester years
before we became slaves of this
artificial intelligence world.
(July 23, 2023)
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