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Resist now. Fight for awe of our rights.

Fascism Rapped in a Bow

Fascism is rapping at adore
Power surrendered to the awe powerful
Rich richered
Poor poured
Like sow much effluent
Right sized means
Pauper austerity
As a share crapper
With far-flung shoulding
A grave matter of will
Presently bow
Yak knowledge
What is the best weigh
To void a load of crop
Giving up
Hour cede
For but a few seasons
As for shadow record yields
Stomaching our own
Fecund surrender
Screwing generations to come
With ever-lusting public preyer
What will it
Take
To cough up this heir ball
A monstrous masquerade
Fore humanity
Yet re-cast by billions
With stand
Take
Our righteous plays
As human kind
More than kin imagine
Resisting on a million affronts
Dancing circles around
Their corrupt takings
Effacing them a cotillion times
And when some won
Comes to our adore
There is soully won admission prize
To our sacred dance floor
A level playing feeled fore awe
That won condition
Presently bow
To our shared fete

This poem is metaphor for the process where our beautifully eccentric and unique lives are laundered and collated into impersonal data for greater algorithmic control.

Butterfly Affect

“Plagiarism is the highest form of flattery. Stealing from one is plagiarism; stealing from many is research.”

Plagiarism is
The highest forum of flattery
Like a butterfly
Fluttering it swing
With unyearned affects
Herd round the world
Pulled off a thousand times
And pocketed by many
Is sum thing
Dubbed
Research
That slight
Deference between
Etymology and entomology

If you are bewildered, you may be just, catching on. Still, weather the tide coming in or going out, there are things too due.

Due Something

Here I sit
Wading for the tide to change
As ponder US
From see to see
The gravity of being mooned
And awe the wile
Like a fish out of water
Oar humanity
Without heir
It’s a life bout

For the sheeple, and the wrest of US, wee the people.

Baaad Blood

It was the largesse gambol
Ever made
Assure abet
Living for wagers
They threw in
For allot of baaad blood
As part of a wiled and woolly herd
In this ill loom a nation
Crap shooters rolled
As snake-ize
The grift that keeps
On giving nothing
On the take
Down
To the last drop
Of baaad blood
Far beyond sheer resentment
Be wear
Of shepherds in sheep’s clothing
Threw in through fleeced
As miss herd
And over raided
A dark horse
Turning out
Mirrorly dark
And soully a beast
Of un-no’in descent
In dispute Abel blood lyin’

Life to me seems as a precarious balance between laughing and crying.

I Just

Anytime someone asks me
A question
Or temps to raze
A serious madder
I just
Laugh
Anytime I peer
Out into the whirled
Or within those without
I just
Weep

I see sacrifice as giving up something of value for something of greater value. Sacrifice involves both loss and gain. This loss is simply the value I put upon any value I claim. May our sacrifices for our values secure a better world for awe.

All Who Have Years Here

All who have years here
There are certain times
To enjoy the many treats of life
There are uncertain times
To suffer the many entreats of death
Awe those who have maturity
To delay gratification
For better days
Awe those with fearless love
To endure requisite losses
To secure true peace
May mother patience
And father courage
Carry us
A cross
The threshold
Of awe that is abundant
Calling us forward
In equal measure
Long the weigh of tough daze
Sow even
In the roughest times
Getting our fare share
The benefit of every won
All who have years here

I love rooting for the underdogs.

Under Dogs

So over seers
Whom do you root for
Beholden such peeps
Abiding with
Dumps falling down
And revolting reign
What too doo
And urine it
Don’t count out
Number one
Number two
And so fourth
As sum solid air itty bitty
Of human companionship
Sow much more
Than screwed as dogs
Can you under stand
The difference
Of over taking
And coming from behind
What’s the catch?
O chasers of just us
And naught them agin

Sometimes siblings don’t get along well. I suppose sometimes that it’s a matter of loving our siblings rather than just liking them. Parently, it’s the same with God.

Behave as a Child

I am
A beloved child of God
As awe you
Sow much amor than a like
Can you dig it?
Unearth as is in heaven
A life long
Mission statement
As well
As a vocation for awe
We are
Gems to uncover
Reflecting light
Enlightening the weigh
As children won and awe
And just
Minors
Behaving where for
Wee
In large
Our prospects

This poem is a reflection on the deference between standing in awe of the Creator as posed to the created.

Unfathomable

Know One
Understands me
And then sum
That image of God
As some kind
Of fact simile
Or some carbon copy based life form
Conceivably some clever analog virtually living
More likeness than loveliness
Presume ably as some evol twin
That thorny altar ego
As soared to the avatared and feathered
Posedly as some doppelganger banger
And in the end
A dead wringer
Drawing sketchy conclusions
In knead of
A deeper reflection
On the created
And the Creator
Leaving
An impression
To be plumbed
And holy apprehended

The breath of life . . . and death . . .

Breathtaking

Awe through life
Heed taken
Millions of breaths
Beyond thoughtful
In perfect order
In
Out
In
Out
Awe ways
Knowing what
Too due
Depending
On what
Did last
Till
That final breath
Breathing in
Heaven
That place before we were borne
Of singular inspiration
That mystical sighin’ of God
Into us