#balence
https://newrepublic.com/post/178321/watch-trump-missile-defense-ding-ding-ding-boom-whoosh
From the trump an uncertain sound,
a dash of madness all around,
take a little trip, but don't, don't imagine a world led by Trump
supporters who heard no uncertain sound, ding ding boom whoosh
On a scaled bell curve
from vague déjà vu to aha,
how does it feel to be asked to explain
your self warierness, knowing now Sydney
can happen, therefore, as with wherefores,
we must assume we make good on our promise,
good, the precept second to wisdom nullifying
the fear that no balanced being rolled on
in ever after each positive met its neg face to face,
pfft, that's it last time, chaos can't even be imagined,
saved in truly ancient seafoam stone, witnesses
to pacts still sticky to this days, for those in those knowns,
we imagine our attention bubble swells and pops,
and stops,
for an immeasurable period, dot, in time past, as reflection
spreading in the frequency each emanates, in sunshine
during the day time and electrically released unstickiness,
evaporative we, gaseous wedoms, as the space lacing clouds,
foam along the shore,
children finding shining things and treasuring each,
an instant few old folks live long enough
with open minds
to see that instance
of both knowing, wordless child minds
meet where the pattern
of so many beautiful spins, prove phi
solves problems pi can't imagine, umphing
being maybeing, as planned parenthood seems sound advice,
judgement begins inside your knower,
judge your own self, the one you sold to no other, you
be the only heir to all the truth you ever knew you knew,
you had been guiled, given guile
to see the leverage
in knowing, symbols enfolding instructions
to model in mortal perceptible graphic mappings
any thing, we may imagine and communicate,
we can do, may we, is upto you, your may makes
next seem
worth exploring fearlessly bold as warier than earlier
carries with it no hell to fear as possible, the attempts
to realify and profess such a good god made thing,
resulted in the currently common hormone suppressants.
One cannot hold Hell gut level true and survive the fear
such madness unleashes in laws to contain the misled minds.
Reject the chance to learn a new way of making thoughts
realizations, or
tune in, same clear text signal since texting
became the long term Turing test, which mind am I,
after following several suicides over that same jagged edge,
but with survivor kid goat-sense and higher res eyes,
a mantra from my grand pa, he sing yo ** so, say
there, from here, there is always a place to put your foot,
keep your balance,
hold your soul self, your own self we said in my clan,
hold your self to set path, or call that self the liar,
and turn around
the idea behind repentance, nothing to pay, something
to do, warier by outperience, having been imagining
running down the edge of the cliff on hind's feet,
something like this entire circumstance involving instances
in prayer,
clumping, lumping likes into wee tiny aweformers, twists
to the I in us all, we wish to be the celebrity, what's
the attraction factor, why do some mindstates demand
the murky opiated optional dream timing ding ding boom whoosh
From the trump an uncertain sound,
a dash of madness all around,
take a little trip, but don't, don't imagine a world led by Trump
supporters who heard no uncertain sound, ding ding boom whoosh
Jan 23, 2024
Jan 23, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
Why must one creature be so heaven sent but hell raised?
Such a saint but swears like a sailor? Walks with angels but dances with the devil?
May she rise to the holy land and fall fast to the gates of The ******
As daylight breaks she is a goody two-shoes,
but by nightfall she is a rebel in the moonlight.
Pure but never pure enough.
Only seeing what she shows, appearing holy but loves to run with demons.
Loved by both she never pays. Beating them at their own game.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
Underneath millions of tiny spotlights we unearth our darkest secrets.
Tip toe unbound into the lake
White Freckled like a deer.
Her hips flirting just above the water.
Arms stretched up towards the moon.
She says:
"When the lunchbell rings
They lurk out of their door frames
Stretch their bones at the staff and moan
Like a horde of sorry forgotten ghosts.
Lingering in limbo.
Songs of unpet ownerless dogs
Waiting for anyone to come adopt them, rather than just be fed.
"I've known you for three hours and you're already fixing my mistakes." I say
When the advertisement for my call center plays in their REC hall
I promise my vitimans will make their children visit twice a week.
make them young and healthy.
And when they pay me my commission and it doesn't work.
You get to patch up the scars
no pill can heal.
She's sick of the suffering
Can't stand watering their caskets
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
The unknown is comforting in the thought,
That for all the bad that may come,
There is just as much good
And thus, I do not fear the future
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC