Sweating buckets in the hot seat, losing the ability to buffer the spaces in-between.
Yet sweating profusely can help you come back fully healed.
However what you are chasing is much further away, and what is chasing you feels much closer.
Like in any race the focus is always on the lead car.
Sending them best wishes and a lot more of hidden evil eyes.
Splash boom, dashed into a spin-out.
Spinning out does not necessarily mean to crash and burn.
Overshooting the corner forces you to reset/rest to gain back control.
Just coasting on the low fumes of synchronicities.
Stress must played in this chaotic times or could just be scrapped ahead in-time.
Just as the chaotic race of life, use that transmuting heat to purify.
Do you think the harder you push the pedal increases the chances to be showered more petals?
Theses small talks echo sounds so sweets, with the upgrades of my venturi tunnels.
I see Vishnu on a car plate and on the tv show, edging me to top gear manually to greater higher performance.
I am a Democratic Socialist
I believe that the People should rule
I believe that the taxes collected
should be used for each life-saving tool
For nobody gets rich on a island
and it isn’t just fortune or luck
It takes legislative-corporate corruption
it is capitalism, running amok
All those products the billionaires sell us
charging upgrades for every new year
Truth be told, if we just stopped the buying
it is they who would feel all the fear
For the rich only care about money
keeping Office is what Reps fight for
And the taxes we pay keep on feeding
the corruption that always wants more
From pitch black to being the pitch in battle
From self-destruction to self-love
A touch of faith yesterday planted the seed
He heard my cry from the heavens above
Today feels better because of the turn
Back in the race with handy upgrades
I needed dead-head pruning like rose bush
No victory exists without the blood of crusades
I bow my head in cold-headed affirmation
My smile turns inwards like an invisible humble ray
I had to stir my pot of faith to be granted this great day
My wounds heal as my dark past buries like Pompei
Technology’s too hard for me;
My brain won’t let it stick.
I can be taught a thousand times
But nothing seems to click.
I would have functioned better
Living many years ago
When everything I’d learned would be
The most I’d need to know.
Today, when I see upgrades
I begin to shake and sweat.
Do I download? Do I upload?
If you tell me, I’’ll forget.
On my iPhone or computer,
If a problem comes to me,
There’s no way for me to solve it;
Same applies to my TV.
Give me paper and a pencil
And I’ll have an easy time
Using what’s left of my brain cells
To set simple thoughts to rhyme.
In memory that wouldn’t get upgrades
You stay, and you’ll remain there till I go
One day wasn’t circled on your calendar of dates
Now empty is the room we used to know
The August Macke painting on the wall
Your table, stuffed with papers, vapes, remotes
And signs you left of missed video calls
Remain in memory, that in its turn, erodes
The visual memory of you keeps our time
When we were close, as close as we could be
You laughed your head back – when this image will decline
You’ll take me where you are now, I believe.
We all willingly give them the power
every time we turn-on our TVs
and absorb all their well-scripted comments
entertained by disguised legalese
Then we buy and we use all their products
fill their coffers with money and gold
every year they repeat with new upgrades
an increase in each new item sold
All the drilling and fracking continues
and we all fill our cars with the fuel
as the poisonous fumes cause the cancers
which make death most especially cruel
We, the People, have all of the power
we can take it all back if we choose
and if ever we should come together
there is no fight we ever would lose
Starman has VIP upgrades
so was able to see Glenn Hughes
after the concert
Starman asked Glenn
what is the secret to the universe
as to where Glenn replied
Music is the Healer
Can you solo for me?
How about Coast to Coast or Breathe
Glenn said okay and pulled out his acoustic
Let us sing together he gathered
And to that…
Starman and Glenn sang and sang
while Glenn played acoustic
and Starman played bongo drums
As if only for a moment
the universe found harmony and peace
and all was good
Then abruptly Starman said
I must go home
so he jumped into his starship
and left Glenn Hughes all alone
It’s okay though
Glenn grabbed his band and they played
Sail Away and Gettin Tighter
and once again
all was good
Love's radiant beauty shines so bright,
Accepting and receiving, day and night,
It accommodates and upgrades our soul,
Bringing peace and joy that makes us whole.
With kindness, compassion, forgiveness and
patience too,
We embody love's art in all we do.
Love transforms lives, bridges gaps, and unites,
Connecting hearts with gentle, loving might.
We're crafted with love's gentle grace,
Reflecting its beauty in every place
Love's power flows like a river wide,
Nourishing our spirits, side by side.
Love's radiant beauty shines so bright,
Accepting and receiving, day and night,
It accommodates and upgrades our soul,
Bringing peace and joy that makes us whole.
With kindness, compassion, forgiveness and
patience too,
We embody love's art in all we do.
Love transforms lives, bridges gaps, and unites,
Connecting hearts with gentle, loving might.
We're crafted with love's gentle grace,
Reflecting its beauty in every place
Love's power flows like a river wide,
Nourishing our spirits, side by side.
Love's radiant beauty shines so bright,
Accepting and receiving, day and night,
It accommodates and upgrades our soul,
Bringing peace and joy that makes us whole.
With kindness, compassion, forgiveness and
patience too,
We embody love's art in all we do.
Love transforms lives, bridges gaps, and unites,
Connecting hearts with gentle, loving might.
We're crafted with love's gentle grace,
Reflecting its beauty in every place
Love's power flows like a river wide,
Nourishing our spirits, side by side.
Love's radiant beauty shines so bright,
Accepting and receiving, day and night,
It accommodates and upgrades our soul,
Bringing peace and joy that makes us whole.
With kindness, compassion, forgiveness and
patience too,
We embody love's art in all we do.
Love transforms lives, bridges gaps, and unites,
Connecting hearts with gentle, loving might.
We're crafted with love's gentle grace,
Reflecting its beauty in every place
Love's power flows like a river wide,
Nourishing our spirits, side by side.
Classes on tranny and ***** diversity
universities reek of perversity
Discrimination abounds all around
save if your skin's black or brown
Tuition hikes obscene, naked robbery
flaunt luxury dorms and diners, effete snobbery
Not a smidgen on learning or teaching in glittering reports
just facilities upgrades, data analytics in sports
Grade inflation boosts illiteracy ever higher
agree or disagree ~ at least I'm no liar
Spiritual Listings
By Mark D. Stucky
HGTV loves flipping homes
for fun and improved listings.
Houses, although important shelters,
are impermanent human structures.
Human spirits, in contrast,
are eternal…but need restoration.
Inspections show we have
cracks in our foundations,
seeping leaks in our minds,
hardened holes in our hearts,
and jagged scars in our souls.
But after difficult demos,
substantial repairs,
and urgent upgrades,
our listings will be priceless.
(First published as “Listings” in Agape Review, 28 April 2022. See also my poems “Broken Beauty,” “Hate Vacuuming,” and “Dumpster-Diving Deity.”)
(Image by Mick Haupt on Unsplash.com.)
In an attempt to document my worth to your esteemed organization, I hereby submit my unredacted resume.
I was educated using blocks, books, chalk, blackboards and the slide rule. “Testing” was used to “evaluate” progress and assist in future choices.
I graduated Magna cum softly from a “free” education facility with a double major in life and its unlimited learning experiences. I am presently enrolled in its post graduate “Masters” program.
I am currently up to date on all of the recent “vaccinations”, upgrades and mask wearing theory.
I do, however, suffer from a long-standing problem with a “work ethic” issue and find it difficult not to show up and produce as I believe it is important to my remaining gainfully employed.
When asked by another employee a question such as: “I wonder what he/she thinks?” I usually reply: “I’m more concerned about why you're so concerned about what he/she thinks.”
I would bring to your “work” place an open mind (not to be confused with an empty head).
If you are interested in offering me employment please contact me by snail mail as my computer mysteriously disappeared last night.
John G.Lawless
©3/20/2023
Supple intake transforms standard to salient
Triumph thanks tantalised talent
Trials confronted conduct products ultimate
Survival sullied for an alternate
Symphony bellows true blood tempo rhythm
Value balloons with enthusiasm
Transmits fail-safe faith in methods titanium
Sophisticates yesterday's system
Theories distributed to avid students taught
Voluminous sage bolsters scholars
Series of gradual upgrades steadily sought
Take bulging pulses, pump dollars
8th November
Innovation
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