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Smoke Scribe Apr 2018
Passover or Easter or Happy Any Ole Thing, Sam I Am

she
asks me good naturedly
which to wish me - a happy this or that
and a poem’s immaculate conception is instant arisen arising
hot ****

rueful smile and unruly reply
a solid out loud Ha!

neither either or he writes and so believes

for I am a god loving man,
whom we’ve -Him/It/Me have agreed
that I may call
Sam I Am
and the answer to your question is
why not

for most quests and questions can be well-answered
why not!

my genes my historical beings my ancestors and my issue
all declaiming that I am a jew who left egypt, no defaming, a slave to no man who cannot love another like his own self

but some in all that I write, this deity boss slips in quietly unseen in one of his jokes-on-us-disguises like singing ave maria

and thus whose to say
his rightful name, is not
Sam I Am

my choice and the big D
     (a self-employed informal his choice, nom-de-guerre)
has agreed via his acknowledgement in his normative style of
low volume taciturn tacit acceptance

so wish me a u happy
anything you want-to-call-it-day

don’t matter. but know this u were there
when, all on that happy day where, @ the manger,
when this Sam-Approved-Appeared
poem was born and Sam blessed it with a
hot ****!

she laughs, tosses back in my face, some schematic I
prior penned that I can’t recall the when or where or my
nom-de-guerre employed but fits this ex-slave perfectly

“there are no lines or lies in my writings
there are no definitions and
perception is only your truth”
happy
Johnny walker Mar 27
Conroe Lake Texas, Its 3.45 In the afternoon my dearest friend
Terry
she did work on the House she's building and calling It a day
all that left are the chores, but tomorrow Is another day but another day broke never seems to be
enough
money to go round and the everyday struggle of life doesn't get any easier with the passing of
time
But she smiling at the prospect as she looks out of the window at her two rescue
donkeys
named  Hank and Pete smiling at the thought possibly her son Eric getting contract work
In
Galveston
with his friend
Terry mind Is 20 minutes up the freeway from Conroe Lake
where
she lives to Huntsville and
her College days at Sam Houston State University
where she'd run the near 7
mile distance around the lake
and the biggest statue you can see from 5miles away coming up
the
freeway that of Sam Houston who defeated the Mexicans after the fall
of the
Alamo
Its the biggest statue In the USA Terry Is remembering when younger she
would tow
her
five wheel camper up the freeway to Sam Houston Park where she and the kids would spend a week or two to
chill
then suddenly Its back to reality *** to wash from supper as she still
finds herself gazing out
of
the window at her to rescue donkeys and thinking to herself tomorrows Is
just another
day
A poem written from a description by my dearest friend by email from Conroe Lake Texas
Angel Carstairs Nov 2018
i sought my soul
but my soul i could not see
i sought my god
but my god excluded me
i sought my brother
and i found all three
he has always been here waiting
with open arms just for me
he is my big brother dean
and i thank him for always protecting me

~ Sam Winchester
Angel Carstairs Nov 2018
a chubby-cheeked,
golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who didn't know how good he had it

a golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who had to grow up too fast

a freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who thought he was invincible

a green-eyed
little boy
who was never quite good enough

a black-eyed
demon
who used to be the great dean Winchester

a brown-haired
moose-like
glazed-eyed
broken boy
who just wants his brother back  

a raven-haired
broken-winged
blued-eyed
angel
who just wants their pain to stop
tfw
a chubby-cheeked,
golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who didn't know how good he had it

a golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who had to grow up too fast

a freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who thought he was invincible

a green-eyed
little boy
who was never quite good enough

a black-eyed
demon
who used to be the great dean Winchester

a brown-haired
moose-like
glazed-eyed
broken boy
who just wants his brother back  

a raven-haired
broken-winged
blued-eyed
angel
who just wants their pain to stop
Ken Pepiton Oct 2018
Forwards and fore words are cult if ations, (cultureshapen)
words we would find mean more

than their idle kin dread, (a play)
if we had been reared
starting now

A push from behind,
God put padding for a reason,
Mrs. Marshall said. Second grade.

A word, to the wise, is enough.
Acculturation.

That's the clue that leads to leaven,
and a little leaven...
you know, or say you do, of course,
we've known yeast
resurrects in our bread, for eons and ages,
Good Lord.

We know how things work.

If we be honest,
some,
a little bit, we know how things work.
Sayin' hon, I ain't sure I know what honest was.

To tell the truth, I don't suppose anybody knows,
wit'out attention's terrible price,

secret price, only the paid and payer know it, ever.
Sacred makin', sacrifice,

that's a one time deal, for real.

A mortal man can't know until he dies if he unbelieved all his
lies, but his try's are said to give him some -umph,

----
What manner of men are we that it is given unto us

to be? That is an answer worth paying attention to chase, per
haps. Not, to be or not to be, what choice, before now? You know?

Remember, we asked. Together, we agreed,
that greed will draw us to the treasure,

do you mind my taking greed from agreed and making it work.

it does work. it is an essential elemental,
desire is another word they use, but that gives it more
purpose than greed, and calls for more minding of the process.

Once a reifying action has begun we must maintain our equilibrium,
or
find ourselves falling, once more, into dis-traction
on life's slipper *****.

Slipper-iness has meaning.
Ask any little princess planning to grease her foot with KY.
It can be good or bad, not good or evil.

Squeeks from the audience, sometimes signal gasps,
as agap is crossed, like a spark,
mnemonical daemonic algorythms, those ain't bad you understand?

The Intelligence in Re-al, 's'no accidental instance of order over chaos that just cain't quit,
that ain't it.
Geeks as you know geeks,
Gates, Jobs, 'nem, A. I. Imagineers,
did not write this algorithm of life, as it turns out,

The Idea of God seems not to have needed help
designing a safeground,
where kids can play.

Sam Harris axed me, vicar-iously, Do you believe in literal
re-sur-rection of some formerly
living thing/ any?

Yes, yeast, I do. It seems dead, only our knowing it's not
and proving other wise de-ifs the possibility it's dead, now alive.

It's like that cat box, Schrödinger has.
Anything is possible, God knows, Jesus even said so,
wit' God, all o'this is possible,
save lying and dying and failing to be good for me.

Living, it seems, is the deed we do
to prove living forever is worthy of trying,
happily ever after, starting now,
if you wish to stay mortal and never know,

you can't.
You know you die, so you die.
Forever,
that goes on.

It's hell to try that with no triumph in sight.
Alone, especially.
I heard the phrase Jesus Bomb during the JBP/Sam Harris talk on youtube. I thought it might be fun to make one. If you notice, the poems posted here, byme, time as proven flow together onward.
Sam Apr 2018
You can change how you see the world
But you can't change the world
Maybe you can make it better
Maybe you can give up and let her
But only her can save herself
Just make peace with yourself
No amount of love you give can cure cancer
No amount of research will give you the answer
Your only relief is that you tried
That you'd put her first and everything else aside
But can it be really a relief when all goes down the sewer
Can you be satisfied with being a mere viewer?
There is no guide on how to deal with this
Her smile is one of the many things you're gonna miss
Someone write a guide on how to settle the mind and stop the chaos in my heart
Please do it fast, before our loved ones depart...
Sam Feb 2018
Sleepless nights, go away
      I came to your life
     and I’m here to stay
When everything shatters
and feelings start to decay
Know you’re never alone
I’ll head with you to the fray
   With my soul on the line
I’ll **** for you, I’ll fight, I’ll pray
      You’re my precious
I’ll preserve you night and day
I’ll hug the darkness out of you
  hold your hand all the way
    In this cold cruel world
we can be each others’ getaway
   The shoulders to cry on
the resort to seek in bad-day
Don’t let life change your gorgeous self
          don’t just obey
       Be fierce and wild
  own it and make life your play
Cuz even though you been through hell everyday
You’re truly beautiful
you are my sun ray
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