I rose to cherish beauty
But darkness blocked my door
I thought you’d never find me
Now lie my love once more
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Ideally, I’d
Flip the angle wide.
I’d become
obtuse in my love
and
fully full of you
How God got it wrong
He thought he’d throw a
speck of evil in,
to mix things up,
and that it would turn into
this beautiful pearl,
and that we’d love it
Outside the circuit of self-deceit
The sun is shining
and I do something
for someone else
Mystery Mansion
Every year I’d forget. We’d ride
through the mist and
past the ghouls, the car would
dip and rise, lights
would rotate and you’d
feel you were going to tip
but wouldn’t.
Bones would rattle,
snakes would dance,
crows and an owl would stare.
It was over surely and
not so bad really
when BLAAAAAAAA!! the bus
slammed to a stop.
Blinded, you were
jerked from its path,
left then right and out
the door, returned to the
more civilly blinding
light of day.
The problem, if I may be so bold
Is we don’t agree on the nature of being – indeed, we hardly ever even consider or discuss this – and without this foundation we can’t agree on social boundaries. The problem, moreover, is that being is not inclined to disclose itself definitively. Apparently, it is not our place to know anything with certainty. Given that, maybe we don’t actually have a problem at all, just the illusion of a problem.
Which leads me to my next poem:
GOD INTENDED IT TO BE A MESS
Obviously
Cracks a man
Could fall through
I dodged rocks that turned into
UFO’s
In the big scheme of things it’s a little thing
And aren’t we all
Sadness of the wind
What is it ever,
dispersing as it goes?
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