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Mark Upright Apr 2019
therefore, thereafter, impossible wisdom


add to life
reduce simplify anticipate estimate and create,
purposed all by addiction to addition

a construct, a concert, of constant query,
is my next possess, my finger extended,
is my hand wrapping a gainful employ,
is for goodness all the days of my life
my next breath, my next detailed act
a greater or lesser, a contribution bettor,
an enlargement of the bottom line netter,

therefore and forever thereafter,
this impossible wisdom,
the arc of addition to the supply of oxygen,
the goodness gas, lies in the subtracting
of the unnecessary excess, by moderation at the limit,
all the days of our lives, especially the nights
22:48pm
10 avril 2019
POSSIBLE Feb 2016
This depression gives the impression

that the expression of a burnout is…

me

living and loving intently free

prison depends on jailhouse babies and legal **** ; weee!

we must organize expression of a quantum size, to re-realize more food and supplies

its such a surprise that id be thinkin this, engineering instruments with a pnuematic hiss

geared towards the questioned technocolypse….

“…well here on the graph we read an elipse, a parabola, and a demonic kiss…”

But whats this?

im’ channeling some quick quips ; alluring as a brothel’s contained hips with the open smile of sideways lips….

my daring is preparing all the world for destructive repairing

cause the frogs and the rains are staring

at this desolate earth

a burnt out hearth

with smouldering ashes, speaking of a crying birth

while the midwife is sick and shy with little self worth and curse; because a as a witch she doth rehearse

while the moonlights smiling and the phones texting and dialing

“Whats wrong?”==”Are you ok?”

“…but come on?”==”Is there any other way?…”

[please oh please let me stay in this old and bloodied fray; where the battles had axes and handles

where there were stories of travels, to faraway places leading to exotic geographic stasis]

caught in the moment of thought, a moment of fright…

until we stop and put a light to these wierd words

we wont know what the birds have heard….

Click crshhh….*

BURN little match like the wood you are!

combustion of suggestion set ablaze from afar

a flame throwers burned hands

while the pained sower , frustrated, changes plans

because in the end one one really understands

the torment of a floment spent eternally alone in atonement.

(=purgatory)

Where all you want to do is get on the phone, external validation felt at the tone,

but it really ain’t ****

because you are crying while its dialing and your out of minutes…

so check this bits of imaginary meaning and ****

ponder and quit

when you seek to make amends and introduce fake men to our imaginary friends

i keep on thinking…keep on blinking

wishing for emotion to extend

SO I think the words

AND I write whats heard

but haven’t YOU heard

from the little ittie birdie whos been certainly flying, singing and free

that im not mentaly sturdy, quirky, and ******…

LOGICALLY

iknow

sophistry

ishow

emotionally

Hol…………­……………loW

I guess it just goes to show that when you at home your never reallly  alone, because to you, the voices do drone
about

how much sandpaintings and ***** can be blown,….

away with a CLICK…BoooM

beaten with a stick….AH

shoed a away with a kick….

START my heart! I know better than this!

so I better think quick

before i stay mentally sick

as an alien who has forgotten it’s world

got on a roller coaster; spinned and whirled

till im spun and twirl’d

on this game we call life, with simple **** and complex hype,

hives of concepts meanings and thoughts….to derive daily quit failing

i miss haley :( , even phailee….

so I ask little voice in my head , since everyone has left will you stay instead?

come a little closer and hop into bed

so we can share the warmth of one last self-referencing infinity loop….

…..BEFORE i wake up and forget whats ashore

because im out at dream sea with clouds free and galore

but as soon as i stop thinking i know ill return to the me that i abhore

with pain and saddness deranged

omit school so classless and strange

as a failed out actress sick with mange.

but i know these negatvie moments are just flashes , to make me appreciate self motivated happiness…

so here you go

its me on the page, skelly the sage….

i just hope to god that I could set the stage 4 nirvana or heaven, we reach zion in seven

6

5

4

3

2

1

I love you.

Its over

i won myself over

like a sad kids redrover

thanks for letting  m3 share these freestyle thoughts i kant bear

im  alone no more, i seem to have exhausted my sadness store

and after venting i realize…. its a lot ******* bettor.

“Isn’t it eeeire howletting yourself feel sad

can make you feel soo much better?”
Jindomess Jul 2015
Welcome to my humble abode
My story is often retold
People come all around to hear of my scarring
But only the brave and Daring
Would go out of their way to find me,
But only in death will you truly know
What you can't see
And here is the gift I will bestow,
You have always been alone
Only in death will you really atone

Yet through all the efforts
You still try to prevail
Searching for friends and loves
In death you will find the doves
You are always going to fail
Don't even try to give me retorts

Even when you do find friends
They Will always be there
But, even then
Who really knows when they really care?

Although, some are better
You can rely on your bettor
There will be people who love you
And even care for you too
S M Chen Dec 2016
In Tulsa, a prior bed-wetter
Grew up to be a big debtor.
     He gambled in college  
     And friends all acknowledge
His fame as 'the Sooner, the Bettor.'
Bryan Amerila May 2016
Paris hurries to his proverbial apple
In my mind
While my own feet turn weary,
Giddy crossing the blue Rubicon --
"The die is cast," says Caesar
"The 'dye' was cast, says I.
A bettor I am, indelibly stained blue.
poem poetry suffrage righttovote
James Sep 26
There's rain over Vegas
Thunder crashing, lightning flashing
The wind whispering in sin
The people duck, the hookers ****
In Vegas, a storm's blowing in

In the casinos
You can hear the weather, every bettor
Praying to the gods they know
Every deck slice and roll of the dice
Creates another lost soul

On the streets
Fat cold drops soak thieves and cops
Will the rain ever cease?
But it's a desert town with a greedy ground
In a city that swallows everything
A city that never sleeps

— The End —