Raise the cost of compass and purchase for your gain the purpose of fucking loss.
Divide the dividends so that they fray elongated dust and I must combust.
Why so many tonight’s when so many days turn every effort a dungeon.
Thoughts tearing into flesh and beating the uptick with a heavy bludgeon.
I’m not alive or awake or to take I might a path of desire to be free that of such I lust.
The chaos of knowing everything is the deer in deadly closing stars while in the hunters sight eating moss.
-M
Good stuff. I like poetry and you are a poet.
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Great comment. I like comments and you are a commenter.
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OK. But read this before you don't do anything drastic . . .
If we but relax and listen
To the voice that speaks within us,
We may hear the words of wisdom
Coming as in rhythmic cycles.
We may see the forms and patterns
Of those thoughts that are projected,
From the source we’ve known and trusted,
From a time remote and distant.
Long before this incarnation
We may feel that loving presence,
Of our Sisters and our Brothers
From those distant realms and places,
Far beyond the swirling vortex
Of this little Solar System.
THINK POSITIVE . . . .
Dark clouds formed by greed and anger
By the thoughts that were emerging
From the minds of scheming mortals
Brought much discontent into nature.
In the place of peace and beauty
And the harmonious existence,
To the point where bloodshed and war
Brought the “Wrath of God” cascading
From the seas and from the heavens.
As Earth Mother in her anguish
Writhed and tossed in pained convulsions
Deep within the sheltered center
In the vast Edenic Garden.