As I review the periodic table of elements
I have resorted to some thing so Idiotic
That the scientist have adored the relevance
of some infantile youthful designation.
I wondered... if one hydrogen atom
became two in what state,
what would two hydrogens be in another state.  
Shiftless bonds, or double 0 eight.
Is H2o oxygen or is it O2 in rain drops.
How exactly do I love your poetry.
Do I breath as do tears fall from my eyes.
Are we all spying in on the great love.
Does a capitol L make us doves?  
Ive never had such a crush,
To turn down.  How much of a hug
is a lie to another friend.  Ive had so many
affairs. That the friar asked me to spell affiar again
aware of a fraudien slip.  
I listed turned and down again I went as
I listened to my mother speaking to frenchmen.
The diety, the diet, the destruction of language, I just
stood there smiled and again I said... I wish you knew
what you were saying in Latin as the
holy spirit convenced him.  She said in uncertain
latin, the angle (angel) condemed us to understanding demi gods
and taro cards from matter to benevolence.

Two lives so young and tender
Yet old enough to know better
If they had only kept her
Would it have really mattered

Would anything have really changed
Would what is right still have turned away
Letting evil grab hold her hand
Leading her down the road of the ******

Would those that kindly took her in
Be thrown out as next of kin
For all the hell in what they did
The rapping of the innocent

Would the angels still stand and cry
At the evil in their sight
Would they know to pose the question why
The sin of man is piled so high

Would they see her cope with this life on loan
From man to man from home to home
This Child of God now fully grown
By His Grace come into her own

To follow along a different path
One she and her son can draw the map
To know for sure where they are at
Finally on the final path
In what is right, right where they're at

i have to admit, i hate writing these
sort of pieces,
   they're akin to a song that sticks
in your mind - you keep humming it,
whistling it while walking
down the street in moon,
   sometimes an impromptu strut
interruption is your feet taking to the beat...
but, it just happens,
   like the german ettiquete concering
burping while drinking beer:
the louder? the better; filfthy animals,
but i have to admit -
   keeping a **** from full a-bomb release
is one thing, hard, i know,
but trying to yawn with your mouth
closed? a theology teacher will spot it,
and give you detention,
because you yawned with your mouth
closed, during the lord's prayer
before class: well, that's catholic school
for you... my, the lord is so forgiving;
i was tutored by one of his cronies,
   i'm not exactly excited or in need of want
to meet their godfather.
anyway... sponges...
   i sometimes listen to these political commentary
videos on you-tube...
as you do... what was it?
ah: black pigeon speaks...
   ******* & creep-shots... girls in yoga pants...
everything that doesn't look
as rigid as an envelope on an a woman...
there's a tactic in it...
   girls their age are already thinking
psyche-chess, guys their age?
   imagine winning a 100m sprint with a hard-on...
o.k. maybe not the 100m,
no oxygen, no blood to the muscle
superior...
                   they get to breathe at 800m
right? so imagine winning an 800m contest
with a hard-on...
    and there are two tiers in this affiar,
the girls that have this instinctive affair of
beauty, and become natural mothers,
   and they're the ones giving the guys
a hard-on, and scoring poorly in "intelligence"
tests...
    it's one thing for a man to find
his mind, yet another for a woman to find her
body...
            i believe in grammar schools...
or maybe not...
      who was the genius who thought about
the anti-buddhist middle path of grammar
schools, say, the ursulines of ilford,
or the ilford county high for all boys?
and people become worried that muslims
segregate the girls from the boys in a mosque...
huh?
      so why are women smarter...
they have the scouts, the ones that disorientate
the men who quickly build up an immunity
to intellectual endeavour,
   and are stuck in playing actual chess,
                 than ******-hormone chess.
that's part one, part two, i've heard this story
a countless times, by atheists...
  how the ten commandments are silly...
looks hardly any bit silly, given hearing the news
of how man is "competent" with crafting
laws... notably the socio-political commentary
regarding taking photographs...
  the c.i.a. is still looking for the babushka
enigma, who took photographs of the j. f. k.
assassination: real close up.
        why are the ten commandments silly?
isn't the law of man a bit more sillier...
what's the number, in the ratio of 10 : 200,000+(?)
laws?
never mind, accounts like this are always
exhausting to muster,
  but they have to have a punching-bag's
worth of a blank page...
    otherwise they turn into tape-worms,
and you "regret" not having your two-pence
of opinion of the discussed topic...
and as honesty goes,
  the opinion is fleeting,
   it's not rigid, it's not firmly worth carrying
toward the next day...
       in these scenarios the butterfly effect
comes into play...
the opinion lasts for about 20 minutes,
   elsewhere there a torando that lusts for
many people, and about 2 hours worth of
the whril...
               doesn't the dialectical approach
simply mind the rigid in opinion -
the opinari hereditas (hereditary opinion)?
or does it also mind the opinari facere
  i.e. fashionable opinion - i.e.
               in plain sprechen, simply being
opinionated?
     you have to admit, that both mediums exist...
i'm beginning to think that socrates
attacked the former,
                     because the latter is beyond
the effort for consideration,
   since it's so transient, so fickle,
so much of a res vanus, so much of a sponge,
so much of acting, faking, lying,
        there's no dialectical approach to
opinari facere... as seasons change,
                      so does the fashion of opinions.