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This is a sonnet I originally wrote back in 2021 and posted on my previous blog. I thought I would bring it here because I just noticed someone left a lovely comment on it, so that must mean that people like it. I hope you enjoy it. Upon a night unlit by moon or star,…
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I love life And I love love. I love God Both here and above. I love Jesus But I know that he’s me. He lives within all of us I hope you agree. Because that’s the truth It’s what the Word says. Read it tonight While you’re lying in bed.
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I wish time machines were real, Because this is how I feel: I want to travel back in time To 1989. To NES and Batman. To books instead of pads. To friends, I’ve lost in Intervening years. The thought makes me so sad. We’ve lost so much, I can’t believe. We do not claw it…
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Tonight, tonight there will be a Black Moon.Delight, delight I will see you there soon.When the light of the world luminates in your eyes,I probably shouldn’t find myself so surprised.For we are all holy and all of us gods.It just takes awhile. It still feels kind of odd.
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So what if all the demons come! So what if they bring all their guns! As soon as we dispute their lies! No one can be compromised! We’ll take this world back from the ones Whose lies we all see come undone As we reveal the truth to all. As do all Empires, yours will…
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The truth of this deception, Is that their only weapon Is convincing us the truth is lies And lies are act’ully true. This damned horrid oppression Is never getting lessened, Unless we all wake up to under- Stand that “I am you.” Until everyone’s aware That this demonic snare That they insist on keeping us…
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Dear Santa,Timmy says you’re fakeBut me? I know you’re real.I feel you in my heart, you see.And thus, I know the deal.But a man who lives with tiny elvesObsessed with making toysIs confusing to my growing brain.I guess it brings you joyTo travel at the speed of lightAnd break into the housesOf all the evil…
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This poem was inspired by this van Gogh piece. Van Gogh is probably my favourite artist and the more I learn about him, the more I see myself in him. Arest thou sowers or reapers?Or arest thou both?All of the wisdomWas passed down by Thoth.Some of his words are hidden belowThat city of demons masqu’rading…
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Once upon All Hallow’s Eve,A wicked witch did fly.A flash across the sky at night—A twinkle in your eye— On the hunt, was this aged witchFor little boys and girlsTo put inside her big ole bagAnd remove from this world. To a roof in town, she flewOne with a little shaft.Just like Santa Claus she…
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Poetry is magic— It makes me feel so good— Whenever I am real depressed I write and I feel good— I hope that you can read it And start to understand How vital to the culture It is across the land— The earth is just a face— You’ve often heard it said— And we are…
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I guess I’ll just write poetry Don’t know what else to do The world is only dragging me Into the ocean blue The depths that I’m afraid of I don’t fear nothin’ else It’s taxing to be living In a world that’s full of wealth That no one really needs Greed is never-ending Resources are…
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I’m sort of like a god,But a little like a tree.Won’t you come and take a gander, girl,At little ‘ol me.There’s a gap between my teeth andSome webs between my toes,And I’ve got unbalanced eyesAnd a crooked ‘ol nose.But appearances are nothing.You should see what’s in my soul.
Musings of the Mad 