sonnet
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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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Saturn rules this “Planet.”He thinks it quite hilariousYou think that it’s a planetHe never dreamed of such successYou’re praising him not knowingBy praying to your Elden God.Be it Allah or El.It makes no sense.It seems so odd.Why worship the creatorOf the made up realm we’re in,When we could worship the Sun—who’s usAnd all of us…
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But I can take little credit for things that come in a stream of consciousness like this and need zero editing. There’s a coven in my ovenAnd witches in my britches!My sister’s in the corner.Appears to be in stitches.These witches have me dancingEvery which way.I did the polka yesterday,Oy vey, what is today?
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This is an ode to my Holy God.The one within me.He leaves me quite awed.Endowed with the wisdom of immortal souls.How often do I do this? I wish I could know.A lifetime’s the blink of an eye in Forever.When you really consider it, this thing is clever.We come here to learn realize we’re not really…
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The Cheshire Cat gets on my nerves.He grins at me all day.And he doesn’t exactly hear a word I ever say.I asked him for directions but he sort of lost his head.He directed me to Jabberwocky.Had I’d listened I’d be dead.
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I used to live under a bridgeBut now I live just over it.That’s how we all have to transcend.The gospels, all four, cover it.You just have to decode the words,And def’nitely ignore The Church.Don’t take the stories literally.That will just make things worse.
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“Why don’t I write a sonnet for a change?”I said to the man I’m supposed to be.He really is me. It might seem strange?My soul is who I am and who is me. And my soul is you in element’ry ways.See everything is One, my son. It’s true.Shakespeare would never write this but okay.I’ll steal…
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I was playing pickup pickle ball for quarters in a gymWas playing my friend Eli who claimed to friends that He was “Him.”I thought he must mean God so I said,“Brother. Me too.We’re all essentially siblings we’re theSame thing me and you.”He acted real confused and then he said he’d beat my ass.I played him…
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I want to write a sonnet so I will.I’ll write it just like Shakespeare but the subjectWill be a little different I fear .I’ll bear my soul and make my feelings public. And whomever authored Shakespeare—he felt too.If only propaganda for The Crown.A man must feel so deeply to pursueSuch matters of the heart, however…
Musings of the Mad 