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I have disabused myself of the lazy notion that things have to get worse before they can get better. There are better and worse choices in every situation. We can always choose better. There is no low in which we can’t go lower; and there is no high in which we can’t go higher…

High and Lo

There is no bottom
Too low
As the world is fucked
There is no pinnacle
Too soaring
As humanity teems with love
There are know boarders
In the dominion of hubris
Steeling our hearts
There are no fences
In the hows of the spirit
Given to awe

The oneness of reality is a gift, presence, that cannot be bought, only given, a way…

That Witch is Wholly

He clumsily axed
What
I
Don’t
Halve
A soul
That witch is wholly
And can knot be bought
Only souled

For allegedly not existing, God is quiet powerful…

Meting Expectations

I could scarcely take it in
Where God met
And exceeded
My expectations
Which was awe
The more true
If God didn’t exist

I aspire to be a juggernaut of whimsy…

Flimsy Whimsy

His whimsy
Wins shot threw
With wholes
As bowling over
An incalculable number of angles
Dancing on a pinhead
And broke in
The mine
Of the presser
Like a reed
That can’t be
Put down
Buy throwing the book at him
Flaying spines
And judging more
Bye cover
Than soles fleeing
And legends untolled
As what is
Amiss understanding
Frayed in a sense
Of what weave got
In order
Too win
A basket case
Going know where

In recent years I have realized that literally anything can be gaslighted. This seems to be related to our huge capacity to rationalize, particularly when anything happens to get in the way of something we want. This poem is a meditation of this particularly lazy form of aggression.

Scene Buy Gaslight

It was
Soully then
Eye real I’s
It was passable
Too gaslight everything
And any won
Too get
What I want
A knot too tall order
Short circuiting
My hire self
And tripping
Awe that is
Looking up
Just complaining
Looking down
Up on
Low and be-holed
Be little me
That scene
Buy gaslight

Just One

My soul possession is
What God gives me
There is just
Won thing you can
Urn

Being able to simultaneously mourn and act urgently is the true multitasking of this age.

Time of Daze

There’s daze
When awe ready
Finding oneself
At high noon
Soully too realize
Never enough mourning
In the time of daze
High noon arrives
Any weighs

Playing it safe is tricky. So is trusting God or others…

A Safe Abet

Lored God
Awe might he
Most people want
A safe
Abet
A prison
No one
Can break into
And deliberately restricted heir

I see deep passion is a touchstone for abundant life. What makes you come alive? I hope that your passions are contagious!

Killer Passions

Do you think
His passions killed him
I certainly
Hope
Sow

Let’s table Homeland Security…

What Wood Be

In listing
Homeland Security
Jesus
They came for
A cross
The weigh
From the garden
And the vineyard owner said
Oh
That owed thing
I AM
A kind
Of carpenter
I made that
Into a table set
For awe of us

O marvelous infinity!

O What Move He

I Marvel™
At being
Infinity stoned
Weather graphic
Novel
Or cartoonish characters
Onto the big screen
Culled out
Fore that yet bigger
O what move he

This poem is a meditation on the overzealous “we are defined by actions” crowd and the oft underappreciated power of words.

Speech Less

They tolled us
In know uncertain terms
Words are useless
We are measured by our actions
So we followed them
To learn more such wiz dumb
Speech less
In their presents
Amen of letters
No reading aloud
In their silent study
Books banned awe to gather
For good measure
Halving left what is write
If you want to know Jack
No need to listen
To mere cymbals of action
For mime is the king dumb, the power, and the glory!
Like wise
What is hear but action
Allot of shit happened
And I gotta good look at their tales
As well
None the less
I couldn’t say

Sometimes we are both overwhelmed and underwhelmed. There must be another way…

Spiritual Cry Sees

The sobs
The sobs
The SOBs
I happened
Up on
Staggering awareness
Falling on my as
I was
In during what seams
Like eternity
A cry sees of a kind
A cry seize of sorts
How due you
Eat an elephant
Sow stoop end us
The answer shows up
Won bite at a time
Getting the snack of it
In bare assing
Re-nude as a baby
Unguarded to the whirled
Soully hoping
To grow up
Just
A little more
Or mirrorly allot