"frontside" poems
Slotting into geological time
"As a man thinks, so is he", ferillergood ye may
as well add as subtract.
Am i right or am I wrong?
Dexter, yeh, that'n
or Sinister.
Being left or right,
That's jest sided-ness, a sort,
a me-trick-able stackable thing,
with an in
side and an out
side and a top outside and a bottom outside
and a front inside and a front backside
and a back frontside with its own inside.
Like you.
Value pends 'pon sorts of things
into similarities of singularities,
if I got that message un occluded or
unveiled of sacred meanings.
There seemed to be no code
"if a man (voice) says a thing that is true, but
I did not say it: does that make it untrue?"
I answered, "Lord, you are truth."
Wow. Look what I said. truth you are lord.
Punctuated equilibrium humm white noise of wonder
can it be?
'Think so.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
I guess it's true The only thing good
that came from us
Was a child who should
not have to be fatherless
He was even named after you
Irregardless of opinions from a few
In hopes you would love him more
Enough for your frontside to walk through his door
But hey...Its hard to have a baby with a *****
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Pablo is the drum that never stops beating
A sound that you can hear for miles
You can feel the good vibrations that surrounds his aura
A passion for music, an urge to go faster, and an endless amount of unconditional love for everything
His words of wisdom
The actions we use day to day
Taught by him
and the seed of knowledge that he shared with all of us
We will take the seed of Pablo and plant it into the universe
For him and for all to eat from the tree of life
He has left us
Thank you Pablo for the music and the frontside grinds. You are the sound.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC