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Jeff Barbanell Jul 2013
Each of you.
My individual singularities, Dad’s One Thing.
Conceived 1955.
Driven home, progeny, made man, unequivocal, indisputable.
Post-war night spirits undaunted ~ stop ******* me.
*** for you, stopped me.
Can’t make it the way you want. Please stop.
Backing off, I respect real you.
Don’t push me Me.
Don’t dream.
Will dream us.
Short sentence for guilt whisked way beyond what crime could be.
We combine beans and seeds and gourds.
That’s science! Culinary!
Botany, true, but I’m enaturated.
Human pod progressed.
If that’s a word, don’t dream it’s not.
Forget every word.
But make each and every word count.
Then add stash, socked away.
I concede.
Mi casa su casa.
Paint it.
Together.
Made mistake then fixed it.
Copasetic dovetails, my lady and me (not I).
We walk talk island jib.
I like the cut of your yar across the moonlit pool.
Go around with me to all haunts, snow globetrotting shaken not stirred
My déjà vu in futurum videre, I can’t believe.
Asunder goddesses should be together,
While Isis and Osiris boogie like Beatrice and Dante encircled,
Their own private imbroglio invaded
By Goth end time alchemists conjuring copyrights for gelt.
You tell me this short story.
I cringe.
My mind clouds men’s, and then conjures Morpheus.
My shadow child joins me in Paradise,
Deliria dancing in concert with Shakespearean intent.
My daughter’s got more guts in one pinky
Than all that fallen pilot on our island bargained for
In the games that decided who’s hungrier.
You could have been that gal.
Blind Pathos Sep 2020
If we do or if we don't
If we will or if we won't
If we come or if we go
Nobody will ever know

In the land of the living
The excitement grows
Amidst lies the wild thing
Truth puts on a show

Life won't be denied
And it has the notion
New life has arrives
Evolution has solutions

Being so overwhelming
To the living or dead
It humbles the living
And wakes the dead

Seven billion lives know
This world is his for he
He erases friends and foes
And owns their history
Faster than we can joke about it, the singularity will fog the social view of ourselves. Tech will be the great giver that we try to stay out from under it's feet and be helpful to the new Boss. A new history will be made every day.
adde me vobis summo futurum varius tui, animam tuam in respirare

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