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Weary hobbling men,
of stature far from social statutory,
embody brief hypotheses of me.

Weary hobbling men,
managed by bronzed and tall
strong handsome men,
embody sick hypocrisy.

Blind old beggars,
who sit on broken concrete
and breathe through broken lungs,
speak clearly of what resides in not what eyes speak,
but of what love and trust sing.

They see more than we,
for they, both blind and whis’pring,
are contented just to breathe.
My heart is screaming
for me to quit stringing
my veins all over the world,
'cause these pools of my essence
are spreading so quickly
in puddles all over the floor.
The sun and the moon
blend together in my mind,
one for each of my eyes. 
Everything is dark and cold,
and Everything is hot and bright.
I presume, though, that I do not betray the standards
of hope and humanity, nor justice and morality,
but who else will have sympathy for the wicked?
If consistency is home, my mind is the wandering vagabond.
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
BarelyABard
Our laws are complete and completely flawed for we will never understand.
Men and women are by-products of chaos and order.
Our understanding of the universe?
God exists in you and me.
God is made of light. .
We are light.
I am light.
Am
I?

)I(
A fire does not die. It simply transcends into another form.
We do not create.
We simply borrow.
We do not destroy.
We simply manipulate.
We build machines and set conveyor belts to make efficiency close to perfect.
Even if we reach it,
energy is wasted.
Thrown out.
Collected by nothing and turned into chaos.
Everything burns.
And we fall apart.
God is neither here nor there.
)II(
The world we see is order complete.
But of course this is a lie.
The atmosphere stays in place.
Contains our world.
Gives us air.
Life in an isolated system can't run at perfection.
But energy runs away like a thief in the night.
Entropy.
Entropy increases.
Chaos becomes more than order can control.
Thus is the way of the universe.
God is wasted energy.
)III(
We become nothing.
The sun will die and so will you.
Perhaps merely the idea of you will.
Perhaps you never existed at all.
When time stops and
time will
d e f i n i t e l y
stop,
only chaos will remain.
Frozen chaos in nothing at all.
Entropy does not decrease.
The clock ticks down as light wastes away.
Darkness fades away.
Chaos in nothing.
God exists in nothing and everything.

I
Am.
I am chaos.
We are burning.
God loves merely order.
All we love is made of chaos.
As light fades, probability of more increases
We understand more than nothing and all laws are conventions.
You and I are all the energy in the universe and in our progress we slowly fade away...
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
September
Love starts out
                          on the run.
Or so they they—
          They say
They're crazy.

Promise ring made of
                                      gold.
Or so she's told—
          She's told
She's crazy.


They said they'd
use your skin
for fun
'Cause since they said
Love starts out
                          on the run,
And ends on
Lust's warm highway
       (Runaway, runway—all the same, they say)
Or so they say—
          They say
I'm crazy.

Hazy, maybe, a little
                   fickle with the memories.
But they told me it was made of gold
    I swear, I swear.

They could not lie on love's runway, no—
My plane takes off in five
     I thrive,
     I strive,
     I derive,
from you: the root of
                                    a negative.
It feels like a betrayal to put this one online. The messy writing is as important as the words themselves. I could never get the spacing right, either.
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