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A Lenten poem:

Lent Not Enough

Many years a go
I gave up
Lent for lent
Even sow
God has designs on me
Living lent
365 days a year
Every mourning
Over multiple daze
Slowly fasting
From ashes to ashes
To the wholly of holies
Alm’ed to the teeth
Weather wins south
Nor’easter
In compassing awe
Ever kneaded

For life? Give it up…for life.

This Little Alight of Mine

In alight of God unearth
That day may show up
When I offer up
These poems
A bask it know longer
Covering this little alight
Of mine
A treasure of gems dropped
In obscurity
Soully to be found
As real eyes mete
Concrete and steal
Of a brutalizing whirled
Awe ways standing
In concert with hearts singing
Billed as stories
Of sky scrapers caste a bout
And awe tolled
I was hear
How ever list in
And take in aback
Soully wanting
Solid-heir-ity
With those presente
And a future worth living

Shhh…it the truth…

Everything is a Conspiracy

Everything is a conspiracy
As God conspires hour vary existence
Inspiring
Expiring
Prayers
Preyers
Ineffable
F-able
Converging into won
Awe there is
Wholly word
Till utter breathlessness
Peers
And dis peers
Plotting a long
With mere fig leaves
And legal briefs
Wiled filing
As wearing oaths
Breaching every berth
The soul law
Love
The wholly sublime
Conspiracy of awe
More than just us
For good

Resist now. Fight for awe of our rights.

Fascism Rapped in a Bow

Fascism is rapping at adore
Power surrendered to the awe powerful
Rich richered
Poor poured
Like sow much effluent
Right sized means
Pauper austerity
As a share crapper
With far-flung shoulding
A grave matter of will
Presently bow
Yak knowledge
What is the best weigh
To void a load of crop
Giving up
Hour cede
For but a few seasons
As for shadow record yields
Stomaching our own
Fecund surrender
Screwing generations to come
With ever-lusting public preyer
What will it
Take
To cough up this heir ball
A monstrous masquerade
Fore humanity
Yet re-cast by billions
With stand
Take
Our righteous plays
As human kind
More than kin imagine
Resisting on a million affronts
Dancing circles around
Their corrupt takings
Effacing them a cotillion times
And when some won
Comes to our adore
There is soully won admission prize
To our sacred dance floor
A level playing feeled fore awe
That won condition
Presently bow
To our shared fete

This poem is metaphor for the process where our beautifully eccentric and unique lives are laundered and collated into impersonal data for greater algorithmic control.

Butterfly Affect

“Plagiarism is the highest form of flattery. Stealing from one is plagiarism; stealing from many is research.”

Plagiarism is
The highest forum of flattery
Like a butterfly
Fluttering it swing
With unyearned affects
Herd round the world
Pulled off a thousand times
And pocketed by many
Is sum thing
Dubbed
Research
That slight
Deference between
Etymology and entomology

If you are bewildered, you may be just, catching on. Still, weather the tide coming in or going out, there are things too due.

Due Something

Here I sit
Wading for the tide to change
As ponder US
From see to see
The gravity of being mooned
And awe the wile
Like a fish out of water
Oar humanity
Without heir
It’s a life bout

For the sheeple, and the wrest of US, wee the people.

Baaad Blood

It was the largesse gambol
Ever made
Assure abet
Living for wagers
They threw in
For allot of baaad blood
As part of a wiled and woolly herd
In this ill loom a nation
Crap shooters rolled
As snake-ize
The grift that keeps
On giving nothing
On the take
Down
To the last drop
Of baaad blood
Far beyond sheer resentment
Be wear
Of shepherds in sheep’s clothing
Threw in through fleeced
As miss herd
And over raided
A dark horse
Turning out
Mirrorly dark
And soully a beast
Of un-no’in descent
In dispute Abel blood lyin’

Life to me seems as a precarious balance between laughing and crying.

I Just

Anytime someone asks me
A question
Or temps to raze
A serious madder
I just
Laugh
Anytime I peer
Out into the whirled
Or within those without
I just
Weep

I see sacrifice as giving up something of value for something of greater value. Sacrifice involves both loss and gain. This loss is simply the value I put upon any value I claim. May our sacrifices for our values secure a better world for awe.

All Who Have Years Here

All who have years here
There are certain times
To enjoy the many treats of life
There are uncertain times
To suffer the many entreats of death
Awe those who have maturity
To delay gratification
For better days
Awe those with fearless love
To endure requisite losses
To secure true peace
May mother patience
And father courage
Carry us
A cross
The threshold
Of awe that is abundant
Calling us forward
In equal measure
Long the weigh of tough daze
Sow even
In the roughest times
Getting our fare share
The benefit of every won
All who have years here