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Santa sorta looks like SaturnIn masonic garb.Perhaps it’s just me,I see patterns.Doesn’t seem that hard.You dress him in a hat that’s red,And disguise him as a Saint.Then most will celebrate Solstice wrong.When you certainly ain’t. If only they succeeded! Alas! BTW, Minerva’s Earth.
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Posing as “idea men.” Elon Musk is another. Darwin was phony. A man full of baloney. Those ideas weren’t even his.Like Einstein, he’s the pony, For far more unattractive faces,With the same ideasA better way to market AtheismIt’s from The Black Pope down.It’s clear. Know what else Einstein was? Jewish. 99% of the Thespians on…
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Once you stop seeking, it will manifest. What You seekHas already found you.It’s with You this moment. Don’t let it confound you.You’re the Creator. The World is in You. Once You figure that out,You tell IT what to do!
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I used to live in RomeIn an alabaster home.Then one day got evictedBy a man who’d been convictedOf kidnapping little animalsDoing unholy thingsLike trying to puff the puffer fishAnd make platypuses sing. This was buried in my drafts. I have no memory of writing it.
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People with eyes will sometimes tell liesTo People with eyes of their own.They all wear disguisesAnd form compromisesWith the Devil, for riches,In the form of a loan.They sacrifice not only their own souls, But those of others too.What it takes to recover is someone much braver Than the person you’re convinced is you. Generational Karmic…
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My favorite John William Waterhouse is his Diogenes of Sinope painting which I used to Illustrate the Ode to Diogenes I wrote, “A Man is a Man.”
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Remember the tale of the Prodigal Son?Remember the Father’s joy?For once he was lost, but he was redeemed.It maddened his other boy.For he never strayed.He was faithful for life.Where was the feast for him?“We feast every day!Come pull up a chair, nayA son nor a servant be withheld a meal!”
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When I was writing the previous sonnet God Looks Through Your Eyes the first quatrain of this one was the original last quatrain of that one and this couplet was the couplet but I realized I had two separate sonnets so I sliced this off and wrote it into another sonnet. I hope you dig it.…
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I spit a lot of facts in this one. If you don’t fact-check me, shame on you, unless you knew all of this already. As an aside I saw someone point out last night that J.R.R. Tolkien’s world was flat until it was formed into a sphere suddenly at some point. But if you accuse…
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All of the hayIs out of the barn.And I’m in the loftSpinning a yarn.About dear Rebecca,A Heavenly Star.A repeated motif,You can see from afar.You cannot find which oneWith ease on the ‘net.’But that she’s a planet or star’sA safe bet.See, all of these storiesAre all about stars.YHWH is ZeusAnd Kronos, his sire,Is El in the…
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These get dated when I post them to my blog but often times they are much older and were just sitting in one of the word docs I jot down notes in waiting for a little polish. I did very little editing here. I added a few words to one line and suddenly a poem…
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Call me Mr. AlchemistI’m transmuting fear to love.I’m turning pain into a strengthWith the help of the Stars aboveWhom govern all our lives from there.Astrologists are right,But they can’t read the stars no more.We lost that knowledge-fight.
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I just want to write poetryAnd maybe make some art.I drew some characters for stickers.I guess that is a start.I’m selling them on TikTok now.I have to make some dough.Someday I will be comfortable.This much, do I know.
Musings of the Mad 