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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

Prevent truth decay.

Truth Decay

He was a consumer
Of lies
Both petty and stupendous
Gorge in himself
On the stuff of airs
And pablum bequeath him
Relegated to swill
Chewing over
Just
Mouthing what is the laudest
Leaving a soul cavity
Where once there was nourishment
The ravages of truth decay
The hole tooth
And nothing abut the tooth
A singular rot

Yearning In Sight

He stared
Into the efface of God
He couldn’t take
A good look
Fore God’s creatures
And awe of creation
A rainbow of colors
For me and hue
Yearning in sight
Soully to counter
Arrear forum of blindness
Exchanging grace for grays
Making much
Of life un-palette-able
With no savor present
And what was plenty
Bad taste

Save Your Own, Ass

It was tough times all round
He saved his ass
She saved her ass
They saved their ass
Won at a time
For the heeling of the whirled
Saying the quite apart allowed
To the victors go
The spoiled
Never seeing beyond
Their own
Defeat
They spent
Their hole lives
Saving efface
Never having too wonder
How the world is so full
Of it
Replete asses
Bringing new meaning
To letting go

Here is a poem about our relationship with the past and the future.

360º 24/7

He pondered
Was his life behind him
Sure enough
He turned around
And behind him
Awe it could possibly be
So he turned around
Sure enough

We don’t need to descend into debasement…

Debasement

It is awe
The more important
That we be
Human
Specially
When and where
The farces of depravity
Are up razed
Wanting US
Too say
Uncle
In debasement

Despite the accost of living, it is still, quiet, popular.

Fasting

Death is fast
Life is faster
Woe, woe, woe
Slow down
Savor
Before long
Life is fare

My theory on taxation and charitable giving is that people who make more than [insert self] should be taxed more and give more to charity. Somewhat more seriously, I find that people who are capitalized rarely find it enough, can find innumerable rationalizations for stockpiling wealth, and the gradient to help out de-capitalized people is typically a trickle. I note that notions of worthiness and deserving play a big role in such rationalizations. Here is a poem that remarkably portrays this more succinctly:

Sum People (Capitalized)

Sum people
Have too much
Money
Though it is ever
Those who have more than me
It’s all a bout
Things
Looking up
People not sow much
the pour
trick
-ling
down
ever
more

Happiness depends on…or not.

Happiness Depends

He was inexplicably happy
Having absconded
In describable plays
From wents know one knows
A life a verse to most
A posit of just a bout awe there is
Taking on par
For the coarse
In loo of
“Their happiness depends…”
On
And on
A sentence that can’t be finished
Well
Accept riddled with conundrums
Subject to wiled ups and downs
In dependence of every won
Condition ill
On each sick complaint
Such as is
That determined buy
How ever pro cure
For ever panned obsolescence
Of affront and arrear
Of coarse
When the shit hits
Many how be it
Rely on Depends®

“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone.” –Season 1 intro to the TV show, The Twilight Zone

Religion Entitled

Christianity®®®®®®®
Christianity, aargh!
Mystics rule
Bye
Not ruling
Due due due due
Due due due due

Death is nature’s way of telling us to slow down. Death is God’s way of reminding us that we are one. Or knot.

The Surest Weigh

The surest weigh
Too
I’m prove
One’s reputation
Is two die
Complimenting
In a second
Berth
One
And the same
Unsurpassable
Peace

There is typically pressure on artists to make their work more popular and marketable, rather than centering on the deepest creative expression of their art. This poem is a reflection on this for writers, poets.

Writer’s Block

They lived on
The writer’s block
Chop, chop, chop
Accompany buy prose
And the occasional poetic
Vocation at times
Fool time work
To fallow the urge
To resist
The daze latest fashion
And the ever popular
The lowest
Common denomination