#dude
I know easy,
You know difficult,
I say, thank you,
You say, grateful,
You slumber,
I Sleep.
I wrote poem,
You wrote verses.
I stay humbled,
You stay elated.
You eat meals,
I eat food.
I say, tell me,
You say, spill the tea.
I say, attractive,
You say, rizz.
You hear vocabulary,
I hear words.
I say, you show off,
You say, I flex.
I say, How are you?
You say, What's up, dude?
You say, bussin,
I say, good.
I enjoy simplicity,
You enjoy complexity.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Sometimes it's better
To not have ever
Even tried
"Never say never"
Should come with a disclaimer
Spread wide
Watch for the tide
Current's make a deadly ride
Try to remember
More people than not have lied
Wrong and right often mingle on the same side
A good person's not even a contender
©2025
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
We're living a Dangerous Life,
tiptoeing on the Edge of a Knife.
What will come and take you in
The End?
Will it come from Behind
Or from Around the Next Bend?
Are We Here,
Really Here
Now?
...
The Everpresent Present
The Eternal,
The Undifferentiated,
dao
...
The Way of the Eagle
The Way of the Sun
The Way of the sweat
of the Toiling One.
The Way of the World,
The Way of The Track,
The Way of the Scorpion who rode
the Frog's back...
The Ways of Old We've left Behind
The Ways of New We must
Now design...
The Laws of the Jungle
And the Laws of Gods
and Men.
The Laws of Those Whose Land
We're In.
The Laws of Physics and
The Laws of Time.
The laws of lawyers and
of Organized Crime.
The Uncaused Cause,
...
And The Uneffected Effect.
The Unpolished Flaws,
And the Unfinished Project.
The Unwritten Rules and
The Unspoken Code.
The Unwitting Fools and
The Untraveled Road.
The Final Frontier,
And the Promise it gives...
The Things We Create
and the Life That Outlives...
The Dawn of the Century,
The Dusk of Mankind.
The birth of Something New,
Of a limitless Mind
Or is it really New?
Or was It done before?
And who is
the Ultimate Authority
on the Universe's lore?
And is Novelty
all that we aim to adore?
What about the Nothingness that came from
Before?
Did it have some Great Big Colorful Blob to explore?
Did We sunder the Stasis
forevermore?
...
Is there One God,
or an Infinitude?
...
What does it mean
to Truly Be
"The Dude?"
Or
Maybe the Many make up the One,
And from the One All
Things flow?
...
Have these Thoughts been Thought before?
How am I to know?
And
How about We Just Be
Good to Each Other
And
Help Each Other grow?
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 11:17 AM UTC
the greatest heist was pulled
when you stole my heart.
when you said my name
i lost all my senses,
which is when
you took my heart
and scribbled your name.
thankfully,
you gave back my heart,
but now all i think of is you
and to be honest
im not one bit mad.
when i close my eyes,
i see your inviting smile.
when i close my eyes,
i feel your warm embrace.
when i close my eyes,
i hear your joyous laugh.
when i close my eyes,
i smell your flowery scent.
when i close my eyes,
i taste your loving lips.
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC
Part 2 read first leaves one wondering tense…
Plucking seeds from threads so twisted…
Division deceptive guess I know
you know
I know a man, caught up to third heaven
on behalf of this man, this sentient being
living in me, by fi
do or die,
- I shape as story formed from facts
- as mirror neurons bher witness,
- yes, we saw, as fate
- might have it
- a mote in one's own eye
- detected with the beam in the gleam
that bit herein
therein sof-ein, tic
we are in
the book of life, as opposed to one of the
books in life, though
as we know, although, you may doubt,
knowing doubt is so good, it is hard wired.
Think
whether in or out of the bubble we breathe,
I have no knowing, un re prove able,
as a witness of truth being known, I know
relatively
nothing of the daily habits Plato had,
or even if he hated that name, it signaled shame,
what if it were not shoulders broad,
big ol' Hoss Cartwright
or Mean Joe drinkin' m' Coke, big as an Ox.
A castrated bull, you see, in a world lit
only by fire, every boy knows how oxen
are made
to pull the plow, bulls are made for cows,
and hides.
--- okeh, reproven, this is that, we have
a salty trail forming,
tear tracks.
These, in ever after ever before,
these lead to lost souls, soulds, sold ones, yes
this is the good we may do, should we wish
Tom Cruise never replaced
Marshall Dillon's brother, in the Mission Impossible
Drama reoccurring phenomenon, we see it
the impossible mission accepted
Great Red Spot, drifting in the swirl force
upon it
as a point in a sub-known-use of story per se,
si, no, se we know,
---- real time, long past, save we know, all things
reflect
and defracts, signs found in faces or traces of tea,
we make up what we wish you
to leave
be true,
do, and say, I did. That's done. Amen.
And Forrest looked behind him,
-- in the future, we have links, you may see
what any true heir of wind would wish to see
View of Monument Valley in Utah, looking south on U.S. Route 163 from 13 miles (21 km) north of the Arizona–Utah state line.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monument_Valley>
however Fustus wit' d' Mostus namesake, a fact
I was aware of due
to John Kenworthy, who played ball with Roger Staubach,
and was a clerk-typist Marine in 'Nahm, he stressed,
while telling me of learning the knack
the key to the short story, which is
Know the story before you tell it.
Covey, the Mormon guru of success habits, said
Begin, with the end in mind.
In mind of that, I think, I remember Brenda Lussier,
had a meme, in the form of a poster, same thing, really.
It says, as it remains memish once it functions as a meme:
If YOU aim at nothing. YOU will hit it.
compliments of adult children of alchoholics, non-profit
meme makers aiming to make it all better. Small print.
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
Take a trip into my heart,
What might you see?
Idk probably some blood,
Maybe some veins.
Potentially even homemade stitches
From all the tears in my heart.
If you’re lucky,
You might even hold it.
But beware,
The barbed wire may be sharp.
Why is it there?
You ask.
Well,
Let me tell you.
Some of us need protection,
But it usually just hurts me too.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
Say something
Prove I'm wrong
You have an argument ready
Mess up perfect break-up speech
This is headed south already
You excel at sounding smart
Realize how little you know
Compliment me
Flatter my senses
Ass-kissing you owe
Are you fooling yourself?
Got nothing going for you
Walking away
It's what's best
It isn't easy for me to do
Dang dude
Grow the hell up
So immature it makes me sick
Lame in a multitude of ways
Including a tiny ****
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
2020 - day 193 part 2
Sunday, July 12, 2020
2:54 PM
We all have won, more than once. We know
the waay it feels soo right.
Dare and do, theyoostasay,
Jah, today, I ask
what gives,
what takes away the fear of death the young ones hold,
as their, from your authorized sen' ones, human right,
right by
righteous statements, SOP
standard op procedures,
like war on TV, in the sixties.
Survived
to face
five fold ministers, now all prophecying doom to me,
the heresy shaping up,
for war with the hated haters of him who hates
iniquity, hates
a false balance, hates
a false witness; and it stands to reason, here is safe.
Here is no condemnation, by virtue of you being here.
Were there condemnation here,
could you imagine Jesus's will, in you, being done
out there,
in the open, no walls, no closets, no phobias, no neurosis
not psychosis
okeh. This day, this far, we agree, we are alive, we are finding
meanings common all our lives,
meanings we knew were lies being left to test our will to
use the freaking force, LUKEOUT!
Lookout-
Never works, nor do light sabers,… words work
light sabers never better than lightning,
except in weapons that may be imagined, if any thing is possible,
you know it is, '' before you believe it is.
This is war. This tuning in to feel the fear of death shackling children,
with the same old stories,
amplified by more than one could think or ask,
once upon a time.
Wish to catch the magic fish,
lust to find Allasdenof readers who knew Mohammed
never learned
to read,
they say, I wouldn't know. If there were no history.
There are still stories tucked just so into stories,
everybody knows.
The experience, we being, being the crowd for crying out loud,
we got it. life is good. we feel… we feel… wrong
we know
ever is never like now… somehow we
think we do, inky do say
listen
the story is the story you tell, you know.
push and shove, twist and pull
patty cake, paddy cake, baker man, putemintheovenfasasucan
the religious thought was linked to truth, eu means joy ye ken?
eudaemonia, as a state, is governed a we, a we we may see as ours
- go to the ant, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be likewise
Take y'given tangled web, 'twas gifted to our fathers,
by others who did not know
the blessing in giving more, taking less. The spirits
in the gin,
then in the *** then whiskey, rye whisky in little
brown jugs,
I wuvoo
I do, little blue legal chick in 1970, just before
biome me mem meme fall
all ye outs back in. We got a session with the judge, it seems
there is an accuser, after all…
this maybe so sayer say Jesus is a liar, like untrue to you
if yo u never swore to never be foresaken, left
alone
to witness the workings of chaos in order effectually see-ing
all things
all
all thing functioning as was this one day, today, in my future,
yur jes' now
just so, 2020 tech can do this trick. Watch
misty? as the angel was heard to say, with a stutter, re
read {could be latinate, its no code, just words
be-a-ing being as human as humanly possible,
while standinderundersogreatacloudof witnesses linked
to this one idea. Truth is free.
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
Never ending quest, is that thought a curse?
Your answer changes next.
These are words redeemed after my 69th year breakdown…
weaponized,
we won. That is the good news. False witnesses project reasons
for war;
we remain the evidence of things unseen, ignite a spark,
ignor it only by lying to the bit of you
that has the knack to imagine striking a spark,
in the darkest dark ever described,
fitted to fear receptors liganded to legendary necessary lies.
There was a war where there was no blood to shed.
The war for the power to make history,
History of leaders followed for goodness sake, goods to take,
stories to modify,
Balzac claims tres bon, 1, 2, 3, 4… ave maria oh, weahhh
out in the fictionized foam of all the stories ever known
being Kevin Bacon linked, 6 to 1, the magnificent seven
so 3 plus 7, 10 to 1, better odds, take 3 chances 4 times.
If any thing can fall it falls.
any thing that can shake, shall; and so on, amen.
Magic words spoken with no sense of any power having
master and commander authority to utter an actual amen, and
see this is as we say, what we got. Many idle amens, it’s a mess.
---
2020 the great controversy creeps up - I refused to catch
the magic fish bait,
I am open to any temptation
I say, with all the awshucks authoity awoud fuds
The grace of goodness itself--perse the real deal, does not fade away.
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
Three is the ready, steady, go,
steady accumulation of attending to take
the granted
virtue to effect trans formation
chaos to order algorithms
rhyminwhyman, whykill… whykry radio
man
five by five still alive
four point solid-ity it-ness
stack the stones, edify edu cate, straight
as model in the pat from first point
second, to third to you
through the wall that never was there
point, game set.
Any triggered hate, fires the alarm.
The idea that is the accuser side of
aitia ai ai ai loops,
is as the thing the ancients name the
accuser of the saints.
The "you ain't nothin'"
Then come the bots in legions of oughts
overcome ing one
spark
oh
you had to have seen it
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
the dichotomous tree which branches
out; line by line a descending waterfall of ancestry
C'est une histoire excavated from the roots of its emergence
trickle by trickle
sibling by sibling
heritage by inheritance
i look upon to see the branches which all led to
this great fortune
Yazad Tafti
here i stand
waiting for my spring to further blossom
the branches which beg for my approval
a new valence awaiting further bonding
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
antwone the gang leader always
be like: imma make a call; two
minutes and they here
regardless what the issue about:
antwone always about dat
(and they always come for sure)
me? i ain't made for that
me just tizzop
ain't belong to antwone's
brotherhood
even if i wanted to:
they wouldn't let me
dem dudes roll heavy
while i note down outsider dreams with white ink on
black pages
you feel me?
antwone's dudes addicted to
drive-by-shootings
i'm deep inside; yet no part of that;
my handz not made for glockz
my hands are made for pens;
i'm from the ghetto; who cares?
my hands are made for pens
and if i'm broke i will
write with sparkling fingers
that is for certain therefore my death will be silver
my eyes be shiny like gold then
god is always by my side
you feel me god? good cause i feel you god (HEART)
last breath: tizzop's dead body will be floating on air
because a good man does the right thing (i want to be good)
dead brotherhoodlums be munched by icy blacktop
you feel me?
eternally doomed down there without air
i won't be there
i am from the ghetto
who cares?
my hands are made for pens
* WRITE TO SURVIVE *
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
To some
He’s born
On the wrong
part of the world
*
To others he’s above
Prime amidst the odds
Intelligencial murr
Diamond in the ruff
A young god
Or more
*
To some
He’s nut
Who knows not
What is right and what is wrong
Opposite wise; probably curse
By the gods
*
To others he’s just a dude
From the hood
Who walk around with fade blue hat
On stitch rag and sewed bag
Striving; even with his bruised heart
Trying to rebuild his confused path
*
To some
He’s a dawg
Who dresses poor
Whose sense is bore
Whose thought needs cure
A piece of junk
Lilly-knight of the lost
*
To others he’s tore
Been through a lot
Take a trip to his world
Through his sea and shore
You wont make it back bros
*
To some he’s dumb
Somewhat numb
Fault
Paralysically not
Senserable to hurt
*
But for real; he’s just a boy
Who doesn’t need to be judge
For what he is or not
Can’t you see his strug'
He’s just a boy from the slum
Trying to make it to the top
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Euphoria
Eutopia
Europe, eurturn
eugenic
eusless
eudaemonia
euphrenic phor ever
ah, phor naught, all for one
out, out, ****** spot, eu for Rhea,
me for a mnesic urgency,
we have done this all
before, while entangled ina
silliness of soma ancient sort
aitia
is joy strength
ening?
is love weak
ening?
was peace a state of mind?
Were they singing Sym-pathetic Sym-ethotic
silliness of some baser sort? Altamont
December 6, 1969,
rolling hills of green, like Windows 98,
where was I? Speeding
North of Sedona, I remember now,
lugging a tater sack
full of peyote
toward Christmas, far from the maddened crowd
thinking nothing
of
the future
March 7, 1970 solar eclipse as I was
walking
to Chicago, from San Jose, to see
if I could retrace my steps, per haps
find signs
I may have left on history,
exams
I may have cheated on to get by,
but my
cheatling left a gap
how now
how now
the we of me, includes your idea of we
with me intuitive as in
we,
the people who hold certain truth,
assumptive as possible.
real in this sense.
seeming not to fade.
Wandering in cyber-realms impossible,
with in-ness being me, my mind being out-ness...
me
touch, sense, taste, feel
me... let me
be
rhyme on rime, frosty, right on or i'm gone,
eh. Mimeme mnomena phem kiss me lest I
fade away
dysphoria
dystopia
dysrope, dysrturn
dysgenic
dysless
dysdaemonia
aha, phor naught, all for one spot
out, out, ****** spot,
is not joy strength
ening?
is not love weak
ening?
is peace a state of mind?
Being as how we was,
I'da reckon, we was lost.
As a whole,
we forgot who we are or if not who,
what we are
in terms we find undefined in our minds.
As Mobius means nothing in 3-d, until you
seal the twisted stripe and find an umlaut,
imagine seeing,
holding twixt thumb and any finger,
a ribbon, yellow on top,
blue on bottom… hold it eye level, an end
of the ribbon
in each chiral appendage, with the dominant hand,
no, poor biases on dominance
but right has a bias in forms designated right by use…
crud risc -- we gain speed in the missing info
therefore,
we are born knowing nothing but which hand is right.
Using that right hand, twist the ribbon so the right thumb
touches yellow and the right finger is touching blue.
On the other hand, take up the opposition.
Now, bring the ribbon ends near enough to merge and weave
into a loop, an unorientable or unoccidentable
band ( imagine no seam),
twirl it round
not an eight, a Möbius band, a nifty invention,
ever in public domain and open
science of the non-con kind
confidence games. remember those?
bumpkins in the Naked City buying the Brooklyn Bridge?
laugh at the bar bar
heko heko har har har barbar aryans
swept into the south
as the younger dryas looked on… tic
-- okeh there was a break in the tension--
Möbius trails of information may be wownd,
'round spools of
do-nut shape entangled by the loop which,
as you know now,
has one edge and one side
in the world you live in, remember Muntz Stereo-Paks?
these days you gotta have an old soul t' remember those.
I stole the first one I ever saw, but that's another line of reasoning regarding the path behind me,
not regarding the path in front of you.
We are lost. Or asleep. That's been rumored as
have wars.
Ah, reason in a maddened being,
such a tangled web.
look for a yellow fuggitchew ribbon,
wit the seal broke…
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
Well I guess at this stage of my life
It's unlikely Fame will ever find me
Guess I must have missed my Boat,
sailed off without me
Must have missed my Train too, left
me standing in the station
(Did I ever really want to go anyway ?)
Probably missed the Bus as well, by
the look it.
I guess you might say things are
looking kinda bleak
But y'know, I've been thinking...
maybe...what if...I wonder ?
Supposing I was to spice things up a
bit
Add a little controversy to the mix
Like a mischievous Madonna or a
Prince (R.I.P).
I read somewhere once that some
artists before they can create
They gotta set a scene first, gotta
create an atmosphere, a certain
ambience
So they do weird things, they light
candles, burn incense
Put on strange music, wear strange
outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat
whatever !
Helps put them in an altered state of
mind.
But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do
any of that
Me! I just like to keep things simple
yeah
Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do
it in the ****
No!!! Not when I'm in the mood
In the **** IN THE ****
Yea, I like to get it out when there's no
one about
There's nothing I like more when I get
through my front door
Than flinging my clothes off
everywhere
My knickers they land on a picture,
my pants their down the hall
My shirt's up on a lampshade, my
vest's up on the wall
Gotta bare my body before I can bare
my soul
I like the freedom it affords;
And like a Scotsman and his kilt
I like to wave it around a bit
Till I'm ready to take my seat, my
Muse for to meet
Descending like some beautiful
winged Pegasus from the sky
I wait till she alights, then I surprise
her
I jump on board and ride her
Rising way above the Earth, the two of
us
Wild and free, with nothing at all
restraining me
Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the
Imagination
Like some incredible!...amazing!...
Lady Godiva!!!
Wait a minute! what's that I hear
outside my door
A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a
Train's whistle a wailing
A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all
furiously sounding
And jostling with one another to get to
my door
Man! Their coming so fast I think their
gonna crash into one another
All wanting to take me away with
them, take me away from here
And promising me all kinds of crazy
wonderful things....
Just goes to show.... But remember
It ain't lewd and it ain't rude
To be a Dude who likes to write in the
****
In fact... in fact, it's quite cool
(actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!
someone shut that door!).
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Flesh golem, walking toward,
you're not searching for me.
You're finding an end
with your kit of means.
It's obvious you've
*** to loose -
it's backed up high
enough it's the light
inside your eyes,
and do I see it?
Yes, I do.
Promising heavy
shades of heaven
within the pleasure
you bring -
thing is, dipping stick
is boring as ****
What about the places
you forgot to touch?
I breathe *** deeply,
your lungs are shallow,
you're in a rush.
Oh, but you'll have your stories.
Construct the pulleys,
form factor, until you ascend.
Oh, but you'll have your badge.
The sheer facade of your fragile persona,
is simply crystalline.
:)
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
haven't seen you in years
why does my mind
keep turning to you
if I'm not even
in love anymore
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
They drop like flies I tell ya-
can't contain the pressure,
eruptions fused by anger;
frustration...
but rather than seek an explanation,
the assumptions over take them-
everybody suffers now. . .
what an awkward situation ?
to partake in such petty things . .
is to deny the soul and its awakenings . .
a waste of time and energy I tell ya-
and there's nothing worse
than feelings hurt, ignorance, and
being a ****
so have patience, be kind,
remain strong, and put the past behind,
always move forward, and seek truth
for there are many possibilities within our youth
to learn from, and be living proof
that this too shall pass
There's so much more to life than broken hearts
and senseless strife...
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
somewhere in between a second ago and my next step
something that doesn't need to let go because there's nothing to let go of
only to understand
layers we can't fully experience, but know
simply having trust in the dissolution of thought
(but sometimes I see your face in my head for 3 seconds and it brings me to a state of distraught)
no palladium for me
a free being, same as the energy that flows with the leaves
no conversations regarding what a nuisance I was with no decency
that was then
and change is now, every millisecond
how could we possibly
p re
ten
d.
??? (!!)
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
You're a dumb dude
Secretly filming the ****
You do shady *** **** and write poems about it
35 and writing like your 15
With poems like yours it's not hard to be mean
Your just a man out of his prime bent on the obsene
The cops coming to your house clearly didn't freak you out
So maybe I'll tell your mom what your all about.
You **** and I hate everything about you. Stop writing poems about me.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
shaved my head again last night,
watched empire records and saw deb and shaved my head again last night.
ate spaghetti, my best friend got into college
my best friend got into college and we ate spaghetti and shaved my head again
we shaved my head again cause we watched empire records and i saw deb and i saw deb shave her head and i thought that looks awesome
so we ate spaghetti
and she got into college,
she’s already in college but she got into a different college
so i made her spaghetti and we watched empire records
and we watched empire records
and ate spaghetti
and she shaved my head cause we watched empire records
and now she’s going to college
a different college
she’s already in college
she’s going to a different college
i didn’t text that dude
i didn’t text that dude, and he didnt text me
i saw his girlfriend on instagram
his girlfriend posted on instagram and i saw it
a picture of that dude
i was maybe going to text him
i was maybe
going to text him
but then i saw his girlfriend
on instagram i saw his girlfriend
his girlfriend posted on instagram
a picture of that dude
so i didn’t text that dude
cause i saw his girlfriend
i woke up and my cats were on me and my arm was asleep
my arm was asleep
my arm was asleep cause my cats were on me
my cats, both of them,
two of them, my cats
were on it, one of them, one of my arms,
both of my cats
both of my cats were on one of my arms
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Shallow pond, **** covered,
life began here, imagine
that,
warming sun and the temperature-
moon driven
current swirling from deep
dark to deep light
apriori, a given, those exist, self-evident;
then,
after that
slice of time,
we appear, as we are now,
what's next?
Imagine good for me.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Who I Ever Heard Of
when I was seven ;
the same year I learned Archimedes said Eureka
for a reason,
and I was vaccinated against Polio.
My hearing of Whose has been different, sense.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Be.
Flash
where light is
dark is not
light thins
never dims
Sun moon stars
swirls of stars
stretch for ever
Behind wee bits o'light
photons
pushing darkness
into thoughtless nevermind
Shadows remain in
Puddles of thin light
then
No dark at all after
While
thinnest o'light
everywhere
Sharpest points save one
Never slowing
ever going away
A wake as wide as the
Sharp edge o'light
Photon by photon
Where dark is not
light is
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
Strong beings
Curious beings seeing man weak
Being seen of daughters of man
Curiosity itching lures
Scratches mar the sweat sheen
Leaving tears and blood
Begetting all the monsters of myth
imagined
by tubal-cain's daughters
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
No quibbling siblings musing in the shallows, patriotism must be dealt with at it's route markers. They are all twisted. It is the duty of right thinkers to untwist
and shout,
All ye, All ye or Oy ye, Oy ye Outs (never Ox) in free. The ransom has been paid, the game of hide and watch is played. Touch, eh?
Nature's what? Original state? Perfected state? Fractured state patched with circuit breaking dams and weirs.
Nature's God, the mind behind Nature.
whose were the buffalo the servants of christmas replaced with sacred cows offered and eaten in Outback Steak Houses at Indian Casino Super TAs from sea to shining sea? Whose God commanded that? Whose God permuted that?
Who has sown bullheads in the squash? Shall we pull them up?
Let the children pull them up. Teach them to see the tiny round leave, which is to be squash or watermelon, sosweet, or water-stealing, sticker-making **** Goatheads in little running feet all summer long, ouch. ouch. ouch.
Knowledge is power. Power is not lost. Is that enough to know and grow to know more and to spare? Is enough abundance enough to spare and share? Yes. On a broken planet, men of both model may make enough of anything they desire, or sire in their best happy ever after scheme or schema. That part never broke. The tongue-mind interface, that fried. Listen. Wisdom never shouts, you know.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
There is a man in the stone
He is grainy and unable
To make out with the sky so moist
And uninviting.
There is a man on the bench
He is on his way to stone
He is a soldier and shoulders high metal rods
There is a man in the church
He is a cockel and a fraud
He loves father god
With all his excess.
There is a man in the road
He is searching for a soul
He finds God on the pavement
And in the curb, on the stone
There is a boy in the building
He is dazed and lazy
He dreams of death
And the bliss that will bring
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC