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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

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