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Edward Wheeler Poem
I wish upon a star
A happy, big, fat, stupid star
You and your momma's favorite star
Everybody everywhere gets every silly
mindless infantile thing they most desperately
crave and desire
I am Immanuel Kant
I am compelled to tell the truth
Even if we're all insane
I feel I must tell the truth
We live in a gimme- gimme goo-goo world and
its impossible to stop wanting for all things
under Heaven ( and a few things just above Hell)
Try not to try; try not to feel, anything at all
if only for the next 5 minutes- I dare you
So in resignation, I resolve myself to the tragic
Suffering in us all
Condemned to be free, to choose, one or the other
The who, what, where, when, why, and how
And to be a prisoner to those choices,
not really free at all
So I wish upon a star
A bright and lovely stupid star
and hope you get everything you have
coming to you
Copyright © Edward Wheeler | Year Posted 2019
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Edward Wheeler Poem
Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin,
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from
Copyright © Edward Wheeler | Year Posted 2018
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Edward Wheeler Poem
The heart wants what it wants
The body craves what it desires
The soul searches for truth and meaning
And our brains are generally on fire
Singers describe their anguish in song
and doctors prescribe a pill
Theologians define the right and wrong
and psychologists send you a bill
Appetite and hunger
for all things under heaven and earth
Is the price of admission and the dept we all must pay
And the Almighty wouldn"t take away your endless longing-
even if he could- nor have it any other way
"Freedom from want" is a pernicious lie
Perpetrated by the "elites" and all that money
they never give up
Soupkitchen soul for the condescending folk
Plastered onto a groovy coffee cup
Appetite and hunger, from the cradle to the grave
is their ugly sin of omission, a rather obvious display
But God has the final word- even if you haven't heard-
on what is the final price we all must pay
Copyright © Edward Wheeler | Year Posted 2018
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Edward Wheeler Poem
The Lover's Rendezvous
The wicked sense of a complete lack of control
has always led mankind down roads nobody knows
Until it unfolds
Until the Devil takes hold
Until the bodies get dumped in a hole
and the shrieking grandmothers,
whom you can never console,
clutch the little dead babies to their milkless breasts
So just confess! get it off your chest!
Peace in rest, and its all in jest
Confess! and brush the ashes from your vest
as you taxi your honey to your little lust nest
in laughter, caressed your sweet little Aryan cum-fest
as the grey snow fell, as if straight up from hell
The stench of burning flesh smell
as the guard dogs growled
and the cold wind howled
You traded a God of love
for a black leather glove
and oh yeah, lots of burning in hell
Copyright © Edward Wheeler | Year Posted 2018
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