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Every step is perfect. Every move divine. Yes, even that one. Relax. Everything is fine. Just try not to worry because That’s when things get dark. If you trust that things will work out, They will. God provides an ark.
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Does this look like it’s reflecting light to you? What an absurd claim. Tuesdays are for Mars.So I won’t drive a car.I’ll just sit here and war with Me.Cause that’s the way We are.I hope you praise Him too today.It helps us to observeThe same rituals we practiced MILLENNIA agoWhen we had but One to…
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I search for external help, Because I can’t find it within. I don’t know how to get through this. It feels like I’ll never win. But that’s a trick of the mind. If I think that way, I won’t. I have to be as sure of my success As I was the day I chose…
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Have you ever heard a bird speak like a human?Not absurd.Or an elephant a motorcar?Cause I have.You have my word.Proof is on my SoundCloud,If you want more certain proof.I know we’re on the internet here.I’m not THAT aloof.
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Don’t listen if accused of“Main Character Syndrome.”You are the star of this show.All you see is for You,Whatever it is You do here,Don’t mistake it for home. You can never be lonelyWhen You are never alone. Whenever you find yourself stressed,Give your love to God.Let the rest be responsible for THEIR aspect,And their schadenfreude. The…
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Most times when an idea for a poem occurs to me, it’s the first line and always divinely inspired. This one was the phrase I made the title after seeing a book titled The Republic of Plato, which is ostensively about Plato’s The Republic, which I’ve read enough of to understand. Popeye, I’ve seen BlutoIn…
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I wrote a poem.It goes like this:The point of life is to exist.THAT’S the meaning.THAT’S the point,You’ll do what you’re here to do.AppointSomeone else to hold your worry,Guilt, regret and fear.The secret of life is those things aren’t realNo matter how cleverThe illusion appears.
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I just checked—I’m still alive.I woke up and so did you.What else is necessary to thrive?Nothing external to you.No, not even food. I heard a story about a lady who lived once,A Shaman perhaps native to MexicoShe manifested organs during surgery.You might not believe this,But I think it’s so.Would sort of put the organ harvestingIndustry…
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It’s probably pretty great to be a cat.That must be where it’s at.Especially if you get humans to feed you.You can just do what life is about,And exist. It’s probably grand to be an elephant.No worries about jobs or how to get money to feedYour growing family.You have all that you needProvided for youYou just…
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You can’t even see me. Because this isn’t me. You can’t actually even see with eyes. Close them. You’ll agree. You see in dreams without them, don’t you? Perhaps that’s really real. And none of any of this matters Except the love you feel.
Musings of the Mad 