Monthly Archives: March 2009

The Unsustainable Brouhaha

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Hysterical masses in a frenzy

eventually unnerve themselves in a fit of exhaustion.

What starts as a slightly audible hum,

gradually builds until it reaches a boisterous climax.

The orgasmic nature of a crowd

synchronizes itself to whatever is showing at the time.

No one comes late,

and no one wishes for an early withdrawal of forces.

A harbinger of fame and fortune lies in this ability

to continuously bring forth manic symptoms.

The fashionable fanfare for a King far excels that

of a pauper in proper attire.

An average plea would be ‘no contest’,

due to the certain lack of any competitive edge.

The edges being sought out of desperation

are not necessarily in the forefront.

Some folks run roughshod over the terrain,

longing to attain lovable attachments that hinder progress.

In a moment or two you will decide to please yourself,

and that will inevitably coincide with the moment

in which I start another ruckus.

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Springboards And Jump Starts

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a springboard is where you stand
take a deep breathe, or two
gather your wits before the altar
prepare to sacrifice your limbs
(only the ones who fell for this)
call for a matchmaker
pray to God for a spark
hope like hell it don’t rain
notice you’ve quit breathing again
gaze into upcoming moments
see it through to the finish
yes! we’ve been to the depths before
confidence mounts to rival high BP
adrenalin bequeaths a killer rush!
breathe, baby, breathe
and a one, and a two, and a

JUMP

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Uncle Tree

For Pete’s Sake

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Art for the sake of humanity

Criticism for the sake of response

Morality for the sake of justice

Perfection for the sake of progress

Ambiguity for the sake of confusion

Between the lines for the sake of secrecy

For Beauty’s sake, I let my eyes wander

For the sake of the artist, I feel without touching

For your sake, I lay down my arms

and trample the fields unabashed

For the sake of forgiveness, I seek and find peace

For the sake of love, I forgive the incident immediately

For the sake of intention, I stumble aimlessly

and grope for the words that lift me up

hoping in the process – I can lighten your burden

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Uncle Tree

Question: Are Leprechauns Human Beings or Sprites?

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In His likeness… We look like God, right?

God made us, or thought us up, so spirits came first, right?

If no one has ever seen the face of The Creator,

how do we know He looks like us? The Saints look like us, too.

Leprechauns were first seen, then talked about.

We didn’t invent them, although we did find it necessary

to make up stories on their behalf.  Some people claimed to have

“lost their gold” because of them. Greedy humans tell tall tales, eh?

I would love to hear a quick thought of yours on this subject,

if you can find a moment to steal away.

Thank you! Uncle Tree

 

Sacred Taboos

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When you break one, you become one.

“Don’t touch that!” Whatever it may be. “Don’t even think about it!”

What about the healing touch of a Saint?

Are not they allowed to touch The Untouchables?

“You’ll get germs!” By the way my mother yelled about it,

one was to assume there was pretty much germs on

everything – everywhere – all the time!

Even in the bathtub lay the hidden taboos. “Don’t play with that!”

To do so was considered dirty, and therefore,

I figured, it must clean itself.

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Inhibitions and restrictions vary from place to place.

What was so great about Rome?

Would you do as the Romans did, if you happened

to find yourself in a Grecian state of mind?

It sounds fairly dangerous to me, weighing the risks involved.

Then again…Mother owns the scales.