poetry
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If ever anyone should sue the Lord, Then I figure that Job would be the one. But the robe that adorns our God conceals a sword. And Job showed up to the fight with a loaded gun. See, what “Satan” didn’t realise was that Job Saw no distance between himself and God. Nor, “Satan,” for…
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You’re stuck where you areWhile I continue to growSo, of course you don’t know that I have.You think I think I’m superior to you.Brother, don’t make me laugh.You’re only confessing you thinkYou are to me.Which is even funnier, Son.I possess wisdom you do not yet,Because I’m at a different stageOn the journey we’re on.I know…
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My presence is a blessing. That cannot be repaid. I do not ask that you do this, But please do not complain That the energy I give to you Can’t be counted up in currency Well, not the material kind, at least. It has way more freaking urgency.
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The flaw is the door.Come in and have more.It invites you like family.Embraces you clammily.Once you get in here, though,You never leave!It’s okay. We have everything!Whatever you need!
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Dearest Penelope, I’m sorry for not writing lately.I really must do better.That’s why I’m here on Circe’s islePenning this here letter.I’m trying to get out of here.You just don’t understand.A powerful form of magic seems toLive in this fair land.I’ll make it home to you one day,There’s no doubt to be had.I’ve got to start…
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So I don’t know what to name it. Please Calliope,write through me.As if you sat down and drew me.Diagnose this abstract condition.That leaves me in this perdition. No bond is impermanent.No separation.No loss.All are illusions.Stop stressing. Gracias, Chica.
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Lost and lonely Growing old Wish I had someone to hold Which feels like weakness. I’ve got me. It’s just so difficult, You see…
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Lord, give me one person I don’t have to resent. Someone with whom I can conversate. You put me here without anyone else To whom I can slightly relate. Even those, Lord, that you put in my path Have only small things to impart. And I have to be careful to trust them at length,…
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I just saw the most beautiful woman to ever live: Every single one of them. And then I saw her Sister: Another freaking gem. She told me, as I sat there dazed, astonished at the sight: “You should see my Grandma Luna. She lights the freaking night.”
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I know this might sound odd to you, but… You have to read the Bible wrongTo learn to read it right.You have to have experienced darknessTo appreciate the light.The message must be coded(You know this.)Or you’d reject it.You’d more easily believe in extraterrestrials.As Spielberg’s handlers expected.
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I saw her through the window Sitting in the café Something about her struck me Not attraction… per se. Something that genuine isn’t skin deep And cannot be witnessed by all. It’s wearing your wounds on the outside of your skin. To prove there’s a rise Just after the fall.
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I am Osiris being ripped asunder. This explains all the pain that I’m under. And why The Mother is patiently waiting, To Humpty Dumpty me after I am through breaking.
Musings of the Mad 