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------------------------------ It's a bit of a drill, but worth it, if one was given a balancing nature, reasoning instituted accounts of whys. Why am I, I wonder, and smile, trite, as any made up clown's empathic tears, whying out loud, close up ready trial facing solitaire, just me and the dog across the hall, just us justice seekers, lock stiched twine strand mindfullness, Whiter than the snow, that should be, but hasn't happened, as in times past, the last ice epoch continues to cease, such a time at once… in Minnesota, or maybe, Wisconsin, Google it, gnoshit well, any way, this guy up there, made a ball of baling twine, all wound up like a knitters clue kittens play with in cartoons… and on YouTubbi gnosis not gnosisnot knots gnosis knots, com- plexity on accident as opposed to complexity by accident, mined pityalms, palm frond fanning child worshipping psalms sung silently while smiling, wryly.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
Quotidian Ritual Power On Systems Test
Errand Boy is sent to deliver a message, He goes on his way, never stops to question. For it's not his business, his is just to listen, And deliver when he's beckoned. That's all that Errand Boy can do. He never questions his role, He only does what he's told. To and fro, where'er he goes, There's always an adventure to unfold. He may be searching the west for gold, Or scampering amongst platforms to keep from falling below. No two journeys end the same, It's almost like a game. At least he's being noticed when being chosen for a task, He'll excel at whatever is propelled at him with an ask. At least he's being asked...
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Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
Errand Boy
I came with a heart too heavy to hold, Words trembling, half-formed, quiet and bold. All I asked was, stay with me here, Not to fix, not to judge—just be near. I didn’t need answers wrapped up in bows, Just silence, warmth, the kind that knows How to hold pain without turning away, To let the storm speak, not chase it away. But you turned from the weight in my voice, Raised walls where I asked for a choice— To open, or not, on my fragile time, To bleed in peace, not forced to rhyme. Now we’re both tangled in words that cut, Doors slammed by the ache of a heart left shut. But I never meant for a war to start… I just needed someone to see my heart.
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Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
All I Asked
I asked the Lord that you would be blessed That by His grace you would pass the test I asked the Lord that you would be safe That you would stand up and be brave I asked the Lord to give you peace And that your holiness would increase I asked the Lord to give you rest And to hold you close to His chest I asked the Lord to grant you good health Good finances and great spiritual wealth I asked the Lord to open your heart And asked for him, His wisdom to impart I asked the Lord to hold your hand When life comes out of nowhere "unplanned" I asked the Lord to walk with you On the path of righteousness and truth I asked the Lord for His presence today And to send the Spirit to show you the way I asked the Lord out of loving care That you would know He's always there But most of all I asked the Lord for you, my friend, To bless and keep you now and to the very end
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 11:39 PM UTC
I Asked the Lord
~for Dante Rocio, who shares visions~ -from where does inspiration come from? from intimacy with the inanimate, the population of objects, coarse, beauteous that provoke, the museums, the gutter, the worn, the just unrealized, imagined, from learning to speak hearts to speak the heart language from from animated blood, eyes, taste buds, when you pass thru the molecules of me, by contact real or imagined, desperation, satisfaction organic, from where do these questions arise, the answers as well, they are tangible, yet intangible, even from, a notion indistinct, an untraceable path, hidden routers, deflecting reflecting, even a current direct, invisible to the naked from where? a fair question, answers, unreliable, for in the forming, the froming is always transfigured, distorted June 2014
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
Asked and Answered: from where does inspiration come from?
Amazing and brilliant Her sight is sharp and is interacted My deeper heart calling, "I surrounded" Her talk is low but is understood Her hair as the waves once up other downward She walked as the dear coming to hunt Not is hunted by she will hunt All are amused and surely asked Who is that smart, we must engaged Get fiancé act or marriage at fast The crowds get in struggle that will begin But she goes and evaporates as the vanish That is the end and the finish
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
Why don't you talk her?
Yesterday was the past but I still think about it, that's not what I asked Tomorrow is a new day I'm looking forward to it, but that's okay It's just that we live now thats what I want to say Just love today
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Today
Someone once caught me dreaming With no where to hide And they asked me what feeling I was feeling inside So I told them I was sleeping For no one could bide
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
Someone Caught Once Me Dreaming
this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a high price of admission, that being the innate circumstances wherein his ego germinates and grows into two things at the same time: externally pleasant and internally grotesque. this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a long stretch of beach lined with hospital beds, pyres alight to the God of False Flags and Falser Hope, long speeches and poor teachers getting too close to the water. this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a difference of opinion - the trickle-down economics of not giving a **** about anyone except one's inner sanctum, from the unrepresented in their little mud huts, to the shadow skulls with buzzing sinuses; Everything, Performing the Dance of the Hearse Driver. this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a whimper, courtesy of yours truly
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
t.s. eliot on his way home from work
Try to look your best While you can’t even find a single dress. Figured an easy task, But, heck, you haven’t even been asked.... So walk around, don’t sit. Go in circles to find a cheap lip kit, And hope for another chance Because this just may be your last dance.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
High Maintenance
... .. . taste me on your lips ? ... .. .
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
taste me
I asked God for a blessing and he give me you, you are my blessing...
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
God Blessing
You asked me to call once I got home. Home, a place I'd never been before. Before I met you
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Before You