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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

I love rooting for the underdogs.

Under Dogs

So over seers
Whom do you root for
Beholden such peeps
Abiding with
Dumps falling down
And revolting reign
What too doo
And urine it
Don’t count out
Number one
Number two
And so fourth
As sum solid air itty bitty
Of human companionship
Sow much more
Than screwed as dogs
Can you under stand
The difference
Of over taking
And coming from behind
What’s the catch?
O chasers of just us
And naught them agin

Sometimes siblings don’t get along well. I suppose sometimes that it’s a matter of loving our siblings rather than just liking them. Parently, it’s the same with God.

Behave as a Child

I am
A beloved child of God
As awe you
Sow much amor than a like
Can you dig it?
Unearth as is in heaven
A life long
Mission statement
As well
As a vocation for awe
We are
Gems to uncover
Reflecting light
Enlightening the weigh
As children won and awe
And just
Minors
Behaving where for
Wee
In large
Our prospects

This poem is a reflection on the deference between standing in awe of the Creator as posed to the created.

Unfathomable

Know One
Understands me
And then sum
That image of God
As some kind
Of fact simile
Or some carbon copy based life form
Conceivably some clever analog virtually living
More likeness than loveliness
Presume ably as some evol twin
That thorny altar ego
As soared to the avatared and feathered
Posedly as some doppelganger banger
And in the end
A dead wringer
Drawing sketchy conclusions
In knead of
A deeper reflection
On the created
And the Creator
Leaving
An impression
To be plumbed
And holy apprehended

The breath of life . . . and death . . .

Breathtaking

Awe through life
Heed taken
Millions of breaths
Beyond thoughtful
In perfect order
In
Out
In
Out
Awe ways
Knowing what
Too due
Depending
On what
Did last
Till
That final breath
Breathing in
Heaven
That place before we were borne
Of singular inspiration
That mystical sighin’ of God
Into us

Demonizing and blaming those less powerful than yourself is the lowest forum of politics.

Rule Won

Rule won
It’s all weighs
Somebody else’s fault
Weather trying
To win an earthquake
And after math
A thousand shakedowns
The fault lyin’
Like sum smoking crack
Or shhh, hole countries bombed
Out of their mines
Left crippled
He con me
Played
The be lame game
And if there is an other
Rule what sow ever
It’s awe number two

Our choices matter. Sometimes they madder more than others.

The Hows Always Wins

As luck would halve it
I don’t believe in gambling
Or even “random” for that madder
The hows always wins
Regardless of the whys
Though we can harmonize
Arrange of options
Align between more than won point
Even if you could cheat the odds
For a wile
It’s awe
Soully
A matter
Of time

Artist play an important role in the resistance. This is why authoritarian regimes go after the artists and intellectuals. Also, artists make lousy slaves.

Arts on Fire

Buy hell or high water
The powers that be
Possess
A scorched earth policy
And a wrest of us
As our lives are doodled
On the margins of society
Living on the edge
Our arts on fire
Braving the greatest sensor of awe
Our skin in the game molten
In large in every seasoning
Till fully groan
Passing on
Torching
Of the dead would
As if water can
Put out
Our saving the soul
Of that dam nation
Posing as some whored of life
Their foe watering whole
After awe
Fire raging
At won
And the same time
Fore awe that is at stake
Sears of the future
In visioning a world
As we wholed in the highest
A steam

There is enough pain and suffering in the world. I strongly suspect that punishing is a poor strategy for a promising future. Love is awe we knead.

The Palpable Need of De-Crying

One mourning
Wondering round
In the town square
I overheard a man state
With evangelic fervor
And a consummate lack of commitment
They should suffer
It will
Due them
Some good
For me so palpable, the need of de-crying
As there is more than enough pain in the world
In cahoots with a commensurate lack of compassion
And the tsk of love
Like snowballing in hell
Is repeatedly called Sisyphean
Yet for a faithful few
Rightly sow