Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Sway Them, Statin Them

Unforeseen circumstances;
arrogances of thought; or
Whatever you want?
Or so it seems, not really.

Realities unforgiveable.
Oh, it is biblical. Unknowing
muses we are. Them cannot be,
there are too many of them.

Who are them? They are believers,
non-believers, they are wrong.
No one can fit into the box.
No two people are the same.

At this point I see no difference.
Because there is none. All are sicker
than you. Sick with control and
cruelty. Your best happiness not

a concern. Moving you back into
an underlying current of sadness.
Moving away from people, even
certain family members are them.

Your legs will go first, alas over
Time bionics will be your choice.
Freedom and independence will
depart. Oh, it is good for your heart.

Preserve your brain them say.
So lets’ exaggerate, run, and so
be gone. Next please, exsanguinating
emotionally; life not worth the crimson.

Coursing, entering innocently one way.
Planning courses, blaspheming promises
of better lives. Ogre’s and them
overseers of the flocks. Them a well

hated ‘Word’.  Just like in Joshua
arise now by a billion to
restrain birth, as a plague of
eunuchs now rise. Thirty percent

being the largest research and
mass ‘statin’ scripting
since its deceptions, only
crippling them vulnerable in

mass. Sanguinating the hydration
of life from the body of the
masses with panic and now;
‘prevention’ as the mantra!

Programmed assumptions
as sway them works for
them in position to literally
become ‘trillion-aires’ and

more; they are overcome
with the curse of Achan,
(like in Joshua), the select will be
Stricken’. Hegemony ensues as

them are in rolling chariots,
bending divans are left
unescorted in them ‘skilled
places’. Alas, it is best

for them. Menaces are worth
the stakes; a big lie taught
them in the very first year.
Arrogantly taught; them knows

best? No offers of new and
improved; from them. Them
are distracted by a new green
world. Them Jetsons truly a myth.

Splitting atoms? Really? Them
times are for fools, seekers
must ignore them as go forth!
Cure the ‘statin’ myths, quench

An underlying torture of them
elders, cease wisdom, for a
green world. Them sacrifices
are only collateral harm.

Not a bad drug, them pills
Of course not, them can script
For the heart reparations, a
New and improved knee,

bionic even. Oh, do not worry
them are all well over forty,
them have lived a good life. Too
old to worry them; them a eunuch.

Them have a pill for that too. When
Crimson courses too quickly, from
that little blue pill, them got
pills for that too. Just travel, have

fun? Them will work for them too.
Carry them shoeboxes full of travel
size bottles. Them know what is best
for the them all. Don’t worry. Be happy!

Just pop another pill. Them ones will
Make them smile. Them are fine, seer?   

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Well Well Well Cool ...Kiss!

Your goodbye kiss was...
     overwhelming just as the first;
     feeling it throughout my whole body
      the last kiss of love, passion, desire, and care.
     never happened before! Now I see, blindly
      wish we never met, so glad to really know; love.
        Thankful, for your short lived love and generosity.
    shall it ever happen again... no
     I know I had a few boyfriends and
      married several, I did not know... real love.
    now I do, and love is, overwhelming,
     painful as making you aware of a time wasted;
      the coldness, withdrawal of love and
    understanding me, seeing I embarrass you.
     letting you be you, changing me into another
      empty superficial shell, what was I thinking
        f     love,
   just like God's kiss hello, overwhelming my
    entire being, to where I could no longer stand,
     down to the floor, just as I am, even now He
   all the way to the floor; symbolically fetal again.
    Loving you as I love Him since we met so many years
     ago. How can I possibly rise again, now that I have known you
       o    so;
   intimately, as He let me experience you fully.
    Spiritually good, caring, loving, generous, laughing,
     bright eyes, vibrant, adventurous, the side in the light.
   superficial you, dark, deliberately uncaring, drowning your pain.
    Slovenly, frightened, injured, judge my mental, fearful of what some
     might say if they knew her condition, the stigma, embarrassment.
   may as well be the plague. Emotionally you left me. To prove
    to others how normal she can be. Too embarrassed; to let me be me.
     That broke me, you should have to fix me. Broken, living alone. A-
   where no one can come. Only Him, see how sick she is, poor thing.
    I did not know. Of course not, you know not love. How sad for me,
     pathetic, down, hear undesirable, you have gained weight, even more
   are unpublished, not real artist, not in a gallery, not normal, dysfunctional kids
    family is a mess. At least, you now call yours, more. Glad you are moving on...
     you will settle for some semblance of normal, I still thank God everyday for I
           t                   y      o    u,
   just knowing the side of you who lives in the light was worth the pain.
    at least I know, how men really are. Love is, not really in them beyond God
     pets things reputations and the need for status in a superficial society. Since
    can not be uS. Seeing your lack of understanding, knowing your unknowing
     need for entertainment is sad. Losing moments of real love. Sad for me, you do
      not know a stunning poet you murder. You never read somehow; never 
     you never got it. All the dualities and elegies, about you our love stirs. I am
     thankful for all adventures, ungrateful for the break, this lost summer, trips I
       planned for us to take. Wasted passport, paying money for rent. Wasted love
   your normal thinking. Normal to run, to decide not to love. Not to grow, love more
    more travels, adventures. Just stop and find someone new. Overtly and covertly,
     I knew, became allergic to you. Stop your worry, poor thing, will stop bothering you.
   you go mate, run, run, run. You know how to turn us on and off. The first and last kiss;
    overwhelming just as the first, feeling it through my whole body the last kiss
     of love, passion, desire, and care. Hurting to know, you turn it on and off. Go;
    purpose you love, hurt and run. I always knew, that real love would hurt.
      stunning poet, still loves true, Dearheart and her dearheart. All your wives.
        Same pain, forgiving like Him, apparently on break. Whatever that is?
      f                                        you want to?