I'm lost without you
you glanced my way and said,
"how do you know?"
You glance away and say,
Life's the test.
stand alone or be rejected
the subject of the action word
conjecturing the meaning
Hector's pride brought the mass.
Was that made sacred? Yechhh.
Higgs's made real, massive change
end of the world
as we knew it, 2012, mass means more than x-mas
The message in the messenger from Greece's God,
"Hold fast, hold on, Hector, be
hold-- what a drag"
Achilles, shoulda had anger management.
Suppose, Achilles's momma had trusted
whatever the protection was to be,
divine, that kind o' dad,
it warn't gonna let 'im drown.
She coulda just tossed 'im in,
sink or swim, knowing, in her inner parts,
the protector's promise,
memorized, since the red tent.
Pandora's last hope trumps fire,
Wee Achilles woulda squirmed, and swam,
invincible, every inch soaked,
it could been, but, you know,
Achilles's momma could not let go.
And the rest is mythtery.
the sign said follow the money,
but money is invisible, so I played like
I could see what other folk
Lot o'them took time to tell me,
"Only believe", or "trust, and obey".
Streets of gold,
we'll slide back
down on silk stockings
hung on spider thread
above the flames
that boil the kettle in the center of
the whole round world,
nobody in our family ever once
believed the world is flat,
nor that Jesus once was blue and had four arms,
I was wrong, I, myself, can imagine
Jesus dressed as Rama,
who was blue and had four busy arms, in truth.
hallowed ev'ening of the light,
settling sun, lead in the night, when all
see monsters, every where,
no one will notice me. Watch and see.
OH OH, ****** me by my pigtail, lift me to the third
floor, two stories past tellestial,
which the mormon at my door testified
the angelic ***** had told Brigham 'n'em,
in the spirit, he agreed, not face to face.
tellestial is as close to hell as a Mormon man can go,
he said, "If you could see it, you'd die to go.
It's so much better than this."
Joe Smith, said that, according to his agent.
chewed a cud, as I could recall, holy cows do.
I leaned back, put one boot to rest,
on the bricks behind my knee,
A modified Crane pose, I suppose.
I folded my arms and stared that boy
right in the eye.
I said, "Wanna try?"
"We gotta bridge up the road a piece,
sure as haell,
we'll see if it's a lie, at least."
Then I repented.
That hell imagined by Joe and all them zionic-messengers,
they was guesses, at the best. But the feelers at my door,
they was bein' tempted
to put their own faith to the test.
I grow bolder. The experiment worked.
Same ol' story...
-She said it tasted,
first time that word was ever heard or tasted.
****, cold, evil, winter, summer, sweat, mosquitos, evil cold,
How do you know?
Oh, that, and shame, I know that,
epi genetically be guile-ish. gullibility
gone in one bite.
Taste and see, he saw her say, or thought
Like a switch, with more capacitance,
than the cells of knowing can resist,
in the first few months of being matter in time.
Knock a fella in the head
with knowing all the hows of evil,
along with all the why of not,
the most beautiful woman in the world,
naked, and he knows.
Thinkin' straight ain't in the plan.
Precedent set forever,
no plan survives first sight of a naked woman after learning what naked means,
according to the tutor in blame,
who sat glumly on Adam's shoulder
explaining as the jist
of the story unrolls, "naked is evil,
you are naked", no word, just
good luck if yer helpin' him stand,
spoken words heard and
obey essence initial instantiation
oops, Idols. The idea of idols. Don't imagine anything like that.
Gabriel came with that very message all over his face.
Knowin' evil and doin' it, not the same.
Learn to drive and do the math,
Then we talk about artifice beyond the ken of mortal minds,
it is written, We have the mind of Christ,
but as an augmentation really,
we can fact check,
a heretic has to use any augmentations right,
or the being powers will
objectify his reason for being, and reject him, for
the sin of defining the happiness he ensues.
You with me?
This was to be my comment,
but it called out for search engine priority of purpose
Nothin', I was thinkin' --
we never get trick or treaters,
tho' an occasional Mormon team will try to climb my hill,
then I un cussed my thoughts
with my inner self and we agreed.
He who would catch fish,
must venture his bait.
Net criticism's needed, if anything is to get better than this.
Wise ones say, it ain't easy,
but true rest,
I can testify, it's found along the way.
Hallowed be your even-ing, level up,
trick or treat?
not on that old man's hill,
somethin' weird, too peaceful there.
Nothin', I was thinkin' -- we never get trick or treaters, tho' an occasional Mormon team will try to climb my hill,then I un cussed my thoughts with my inner self and we agreed. He who would catch fish, must venture his bait. Net criticism needed, if anything is to get better than this.