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Light heartedness in efface of death…

Amor Tell Life

He couldn’t keep
A straight efface
A terrible bluff
Amor tell life
Soully a butte
Assents of humor

Between two thieves…

Bank on It

The thieves of daze gone buy
Brandish their blunt motive
For robbing banks
“Because that’s where the money is.”
Peaceable resisters of a Christian persuasion
Exemplify their venerable inspiration
For going to jail
“That’s where Jesus is.”

This poem is an origin story for mortality…

Free Will

In the prequel to life
That staging ground
Fore a lonely planet
There seamed to be
What peered to be
An endless lyin’ stretching
As wend round blind coroners
Ending with a singular booth
To be souled
Presented
With the ability to ax
A single question
In formed by a lone sign
“Free wills”
To witch every body
Answered “YES”
The grand commencement
Of a mortality play
And the berth
Of life mine

Playing the long game takes patience; and I sow long for patience…

First Not Lasting

“If you want to go fast, go alone; if you want to go far, go together” — African proverb

“…and the first will be last.” — Matthew 20:16b

First
He was fast
Not built to last
His life was lived on
His own
Due, due, due
He like do
In the mourning
Not even mist
At the end of the day

We are each responsible for maintaining our own values and norms. I find the best step to personal and social responsibility is to stop blaming others for my actions…

A Self-Maid Man?

He meticulously maid
His own behavior
A bout
What they did
Or did knot due
Voiding
Untidy emotions
And cluttered thoughts
Scrubbing intentions
From the whirled
As if
The devil maid, me, due it
Soully wanting
To hang
Out with
That room to grow
That
Whatever
Adore sign
DO NOT DISTURB

I suspect that the emotional lure of beating our political enemies at their own warped games, in a raze to the bottom, is often more than enough to overwhelm whatever maturity and enlightened views helled by our respective clans. The base of politics is far too reliably about sects and violence…

Going “Hi”

“When they go low, we go high” – Michelle Obama

“Never argue with a fool, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.” – Mark Twain

When they go low
We go “hi”
Hitting that bottom
And digging it
Thinking just
Buy way of
Bedrock™
Welcome to
Yabba Dabba Doo!
Mine, mine, mine
Drill, baby, drill!
Schooled in falsely equivalent slogans
Like “awe of the above”
As keep shoveling it
Out of the weigh
That common ground
As thou dust
Miss takin’
As sum kind
Of way laid
Taking won’s time
Chiseled into
Sum Sisyphean limbo
As if
Having
Discovered
A perpetual motion machine
The sweet siren song of taking
That sociopath
Swing low
Sweet cherry it
Coming for
Get carried away
Gravely digging it
Redefining what
Base meant

The path to destruction is wide. The path to enlightenment is expansive. The won is bullied. The other is invited.

Hi Ways and Bye Weighs

They didn’t have to be
Drug there
They were well trafficked
On the highway to hell
Knot escalating
To a more unhurried
Less travelled weigh
The stairway to heaven

Dream dreamers. Keep dreams live.

Bequeathing Dreams

I believe
Every dream
That
I’ve ever herd
I will
Keep them
Alive
Curious though
The thing is
I am
Only alive
When keeping them
Sow
I will

Buy what unit might we measure our life…

The Time of Hour Life

“525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes – how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.” Chorus from the song, Seasons of Love, from the movie, Rent

“I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully disheveled: four units. It’s amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I’d ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?” from the movie, About a Boy

“Life is brutish, but at least it is short.” – Russian saying

He had little
Fidelity to
The god of Chronos
Chopping up
Life into
Little bits
Dissecting awe the wile
Killing it
With byte-sized units
Souled as lots
Waking to alarm
In the mourning
To knew daze
Minutes and ours gone buy
And he
No’ing what time stands for
Found his life
In rich
With poetry
Immeasurable and
Timeless
As long as long

Death touches us in many ways; yet, there are ways in which death cannot touch us…

Ever Agin

Sun shining
Wile the reign pooring
A sign for awe time
Sow majestically arking
A cross the sky
So quiet telling
That which may not be herd
Looking up
As never agin misunderstood
Only too fined
But one weigh
That is light
Even as death cannot weight