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(i) rising off the table ether fumes mute yesterday's voice giving birth to the future's tongue rejoice rejoice for a poetic *********** king is born in bedlam. southern cross hanging above the cradle of mankind shining brighter than pit of kimberlite mines hollow space inflated breathing life into language's diaphragm. preaching poetic alchemy & fashioning blood into ink pound for pound no illusionist would dare take on the wordsmith with butterfly fused bee sting verse. (ii) smoke rises, seeping through scattered torn limbs among rubble, shards of glass and melting plastic dolls. under the waning crescent moon the closing chapter opened a new book. Begorrah! Deborah, the queen honey bee has flown off leaving behind her hive, ditching the colony death to her family! (iii) in a field of sunflowers engulfed by flames a blazing tower of hellfire fanned higher by the chemical rain. asteroids crashed into volcanoes as magma shot exploding a sea of lava rose bubbling burning through the landing. Icelandic clouds of ash soaked into the sky blanketing & blacking out sunlight casting a shadow of suffocating night over the field unyielding to morning. curtain curtail darkness dulls bright we wait for a dragon to fight the dying of night.
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
notepad poems (i regrettably, probably wrote)
Truth hurts but restores Death never ends but extends The pain beyond endurable points to eternity The joy everlasting needs nothing to exchange Only one choice matters while we live Life is not worthwhile without Him Him alone died once and for all while we sin in constant fall A living flesh smells death A dying soul could embrace grace If you shed tears in forgiveness Believe it is your precious turning point Follow Him and move forward Pray one day heaven is crowded 9.22.
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
REMEMBERING CHARLIE KIRK
Have there been any reported miracles Since the martyrdom of Saint Charlie? A few crutches left lying around. A wheelchair. Perhaps a small resurrection? Just askin'.
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
St. Charlie