poems
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It just occurred to me that no one can stop me from writing as many sonnets as I wish. Whene’er I feel myself begin to spiral, I must remind myself that I’m divine. And God is still in charge, and God is just. There’s fruit that’s yet to blossom on the vine. I have to…
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“Shakespeare was real and thus historic.”Then why the mystery around this person?We know that he was 33 when he purchased his first house.And that 33 is Masonic. Of that there is no doubt.And I’m not the only person questioning if this man was real.I suspect Shakespeare existedBut was illiterate. The dealIs someone else wrote all…
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I long to get to Turiya.Samsara ain’t for me.I know that there are steps that IMust take for it to be.But at least I have a roadmap.Even someone holding my hand.She’s walking me through the steps I mustTake to understand. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turiya https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sa%E1%B9%83s%C4%81ra
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It makes me feel better to write Limericks and a couple of people liked the last few I posted. I’m going to write some new ones just for you all. I once met a Ham surnamed Roberts. His wife was a lovely peach cobbler. We met at a picnic. There weren’t any witnesses. And thus…
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There were no capitals in Hebrew.So “satan” wasn’t proper.A word that meant “the accuser.”Mistranslated by copiers.An accident? Impossible.No one who takes care to scribeWould make any such mistake on accident.It definitely was snide.And we have copies FROM BEFORE!So we know that they were changed!They burned all that they thought we had,But God made an arrangement.
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Thank you so profusely.You know who you are.I owe you but you are me.You’re never very far.I can’t believe that all this powerExists within me.I thought that I was mortal once.Silly freaking me.
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Do you talk to God like I do?Do you know that They’re INSIDE you? I asked God,“What do I call you?”In my truck the other day.They came up with a clever thing,And I didn’t know what else to say.Later deep in mediation,Their answer came to me.“Elohim…” like in a dreamAnd suddenly I could see.I’d struggled…
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Masons aren’t human. There’s a Mason in my closet.Who the fuck put him there?I can’t believe this fucking shit.I just wasn’t aware.The Cops are probably chasing meWhat the Hell am I to do?I guess I’ll make him disappear andHave a meal or two.
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I wanted to write you a poem todayBeen thinking a lot about what I would sayI love you so much in so many ways.I know that I’m blessed to have you. I chose you before I was born — this I know.I knew that I’d need you were I going to grow.And growth is the…
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When you dream, your soul takes flight.Soars into the night— Where it visits, doubtless,You’re sure to meet The Countess. And when you see herSay for me,“Ben called you a fraud.”That woman owes me fifty bucks.Such a freaking sod—
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I’m so afraid to manifest Something I don’t need. The important thing is gratitude The secret, most indeed. Jesus is inside of you A symbol for your soul. He’s the one who’s guiding you. He’s in complete control.
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They’re advertising Guinness.They think that I’m a drunk.These monsters are a menace.I do not give a funk.I know that it’s St. Patrick’s DayBut I’m not wearing green.Celebrate your own damn self.I’d rather not be seen.
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Everyone’s pretending.Except for me, I’m real.The drama’s neverending.I hope you know the deal.I showed up to a costume partyWearing my real face.The crowd’s confused.“You mean, you’re you?”I cannot stand this place.
Musings of the Mad 