A life after death
prayerfully sought in churches —
Mushrooms in tree stumps

In this dim night
before the dawn of All Saints,
no need to take fright
of the spirits you acquaint —
for they are merely the ones who went on before.

Beloved dead whom we miss
reenter the world of the quick
and blow us a kiss
with a treat but no trick —
as we celebrate their return from the dark shore.

In a world of mass production
Creativity is gasping for air
Everything is accessible, looking
Identical to your next-door neighbor

Where are the artists?
Where are the seeds of creativity?

Let us light a beacon of hope
In an age of templates and clones,
Let this beacon of hope burn
Brighter than the sun;

Do not lose hope, A resurrection of
Creativity is upon us

Closer in time,
Your heart is
Aching in your chest.
Fading lights
The stars wander
Out of the sky, just chance.
And inside
The warmth of
Just one more night.
From my lungs
I feel a tugging
Catching my breath.

In your sea, I am but a drop
Yet, you are my ocean.
On the field of love, I am but a rock
And you are the mountain.
I feel as sisyphus,
In love with his punishment-
But I've pushed too much.
This torture is redundant,
We get nowhere and feel as though
Further down the hill.
And yet, I love you as such
I would never cease pushing
Till my heart stops
And muscles grow still.
For what is love
To the stone heart?

Lovingly, to fall for Medusa
Onto my own sword.
For were I tasked to **** her
I should sooner forgo my life
So that she may have her own.
For I looked into the eyes of the Gorgon
With my last breath,
And when she spoke
It was clear she was no monster
But a disgraced goddess.
Never did I turn to stone.
As I lay lifeless, she wept
And offered her *****.
Every touch was like lightning,
Though I was the center of the storm;
She showed me kindness
The likes of I had never known before.
And when I was revived
I wept too.

Forsaken Kingdom
Lord of the Silver Ashes
Minding His New Herd

Indeed, do you believe
we each do the same verb, as we do
with verbs such as love
and hate and respect
acts accorded we level participation.

The action, the deed, do you define
as a willful decision, to pick a side,

compete for the agreement of the commons,
make believe and let pretend to act as if,

we be having minds in forms intangible,
left being exchangeable, fungible for goods
and services, should we come to some agreement.

Mental ascension, peak love of self recognized
by kindness, my kind thinking your kind common.

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Common sense of learning locked in knowing
how and why and what for,
when it comes to war.

Peace, at the end, when no body has any will
to claim a duty went undone, when no one
has a mind proving evil intention in mine,

when I agreed to think I had the power
to let this mind be in me, which was also in

the truthwaylife chabad tanakh good news
submitted per right usual fidence as
peace on earth, good will
dispersed in the realizable potential,
within the bubble no lie lives in, anathema
- as we ceased lying to our weaker selves
indeed, as simple as pi, as real as any angelic
messenger anticipated as apparent as any mind
information spirit, original creative intention, means

knowings needed to make will
zur Machts,

liebe d'itch t'learn m'lessoning, m'evapor'ting
wissen Sie nichts als Krieg?

Are we ever warring with out letters, letting us
seem as plainpain, warning with our letters, let us

be left behind to mark the beastly end,
when the mind we were led to let atrophy, as
intelligence with no sense, sub con science, as
effects of gh thought ghucking phunny
habitual credible mantras, Couee' baby,
as we say to ourselves everyday in every way

I am proceeding toward froward
habitual disposal to disobey will to say,
I know,
too soon to hear, listen at tend, be now
we now
think we know, so
we feel we grow, go
on to logical next wo
rd
read, and ready towa
rdon rereward guarded

is this
a mind,
or a mind trap, to catch and hold
prejudgements useful to the weform
we so form upon acceptance of kindness.

The medium, the delivery system used,
freeest press as yet's been imagined
ready to spread wide as time telling,

today, in all essential ways, save knowing,
is the same as yesterday and for-
toward ever, the same, on going
ever learning never knowing every thing,

due to your mortal state as a known node
locked in truth beknownstate… ever onward

rest in peace,
per haps in my frame of mind, earlier
rather than later, accepting now as enough.

a slab-less crazing-
mixture of papier-mâché;
conformation of made-less things-
quagmire bracing to break;
lonesome drought-
steer clear of my thirst;
vacuum sealed lungs-
anguish waiting to burst;
-
purified water:
landfilled with kimberlites;
there are spotless skies
reflecting off sunspotted eyes;
purified water:
a laborer letting go;
callouses like dandruff drift-
like welcoming snow
-
a son lost comes home
skies filled - no longer alone;
dead rise again
healed, hopeful, looking
at
him.

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My hands were weary
Even before I came here —
But the stone was already rolled away!
Where are You?
Where are you, my Lord?

I was a nobody
But still, You called me.
Where is Your Body, Lord?
Where did they take You?
Or, what miracle are You doing?

I look at the skies
As the sun rays kisse my skin.
I lift up my hands and praise from within —
I lift up my eyes to the One
Coz I know You always make a Way!

No body’s in the grave!
But I know the promises You made!
No body and yet my soul rejoices!
What a wonderful resurrection!
Jesus, the freedom is here! Reign! Reign!

My soul waits for You
But I wait not in vain
But in hope, I continually trust in You.
Nobody before, but I’m somebody now!
And You will come, You will come!

Come, awake my soul
Come and get me to rest in You!
I sing to Your magnificence!
I dance in the hymn of the Spirit You gave me!
I’ll wait for nobody else, but You!