#asked
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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.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
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...
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
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.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
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
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 11:39 PM UTC
~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
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
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
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
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
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
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
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
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
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
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.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
I asked God for a blessing
and he give me you, you
are my blessing...
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
You asked me to call
once I got home.
Home,
a place I'd never been before.
Before I met you
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC