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Live larger, then life…

The Subject of Awe Subjects

When you pluck the I
From reality
What does won get
Barren realty
A life less frame of mine
Freedom less
Strangely fore bidden
In deter minimism
Leaving soully the walking dread
Subject to cynicism
Vanely ruled by nothing at awe
An ironic weigh too holy caste out
That being whatnot hierarchical
Frayed of wear ever egos
As kin dread spirits
Leaving us
With unsparingly evolved sects
In fated competition
Dog eat dog
Or even amor backwards
God eat god
The largesse subject of awe
Touched and untouchable
In habiting such shadow
Of an I for an I
And plenty of tooth to be found
Strewn a bout
Our self maid boxing wrings
Peering at all of hour rivals
And other
Toothless subjects
Still
Left to entertain
If there is amor
Then this

Are you playing the long game? the longing game?

Amen-able Prompt?

We get
Buy
In an instant society
Just adding
Dirty water
Too parched souls
Blowing by
Lethal takeaways
For ever temped buy
That small prize to pay
Fore not weighting
Con sequences
I get it, you get it, we all get it
Forever never
The same
Shorting won and awe
In long game
In longing game
As mine numbing preyer
In the sans of time

Indigenous peoples and ancient wisdom will save the world…

Arose Colored Glasses

They had
Survived
Revived
And even resurrected
Ancient cultures
Indigenous people
The weighs of death bared
As a poised to bringing life
A hallowed sweetness
To a soda pop culture
Hollowed by cynicism
In habited buy talking aheads
Dissembling eulogies
Lessoned manors
As have baked IDs
Even sow, those with humble arts sea amor
Teeming with one and awe
Even wile sum may claim
Such arose colored glasses
As half fool
Half empty
Real eyes sea
Through the looking glass
Not mirrorly through spectacles
As the water of life
Reigns
Over the world
Weather sailing turbulent oceans
Or a mist clouds

Right action springs from well, being. Be well…

Right Action Springs

Water you going too due
Right action springs
From well being
Awe over turns
Illusions
Smashing
As just
Axing for resentments
You can get
Know bettor
Acting fuelishly
In Tao-ing thistles
Expectorating figs
As the err won breathes
Between means
And ends
Shorted on anew beginnings
In that perpetual temp
To cheat reality
Without
Awe of the peaces
How ever soully hoping
Abandon
That everlusting hole
As springing forth
Teeming
With water you going to do
From plays
Rightly unquenchable

Truth hurts and enlightens in the same breath…and breathlessness…

Truth As Much As He Could Bear

As much truth
As he could bear
He was grizzled
And yet those
Who fancy
Pricking up
Won’s hears
Beneath
His breath
A rambling man
Going on about being
A God fearing man
Such accounts bringing bout questions
The whys
Of fearing God
Illiciting a soul response
Can anyone no
The Lord of awe the whirled
As fear some plays
The haggard
Man answered
As nary a tattle tell
Set down his report
If you had
Seen what I seen
That might
Bear me out
And still
More than still
I have had
Moments
Beyond question
Of weathered
Can won go so deep
As to reach the unfathomable
As some manor of beauty
Yes
And no
In deed

Screw the heartless algorithm. Let’s turn ourselves to life and the living. Is it worth razing a singular bird?

To Be No’in Buy You

I sow want to be
No’in buy the algorithm
That life less humanity
Getting
My number
As if it is awe
In the wrist
Demarcating
What might
Be soully
A freakish camp concentrated
A vainglorious offering
Me a hand without digits
There is no
Prosthesis fore such an immolation
Nothing passing
In the after math
Our daze numbered
In an unequaling flail
The big tree of data
Dividing us
Into what sum
Might state
As frag meant
Of corp or real bodies
In what peers
As a pile of single digits
Lifted toward heaven
De-manning that
Won way or the other
Pull the plug

Just. Enough. Day by day.

My Crumb-y God

I halve lived
On crumbs
Such bearin’ times
Until I came a cross
A speck of incite
I was axing
The wrong quest in
Can God make a banquet
Sow big
That I can
Live into
Any imaginable future
And just
Then
Show enough
A singular crumb
From God’s table
Fell like a meatier from heaven
Crashing
Into a million peaces
And that daily bred
Served as manna
Given mourning by mourning
For years unend
Food fore the journey

“Those who gathered a lot had nothing left over, and those who gathered only a little had enough. Each family had just what it needed.” –Exodus 16:18

Tribalism kills. It’s all about sects.

The Chosen Peephole

Tribalism is the ultimate fence
Steeling our humanity
In the vast nest of human kind
Seeing soully the hole
As our own
Peeps
A life stile
Wresting on
Just encase
Hedging every abet
As planet that weigh
Over-raided
Know ledge is power
Getting
The benefits
Of the doubt
And every bluff
A bull work
Getting to the bottom
Of every thing
Evolution as mirror sects
In sum
In farced buy
That solitary rule
Never dis member blind fold
Left with hope against hope
Too see it our way
As awe
A bout sharing
Blind spots
Fooly with
Won’s peers