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Mary Goes Bang!

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Desire transcends illusion

Routine practices its performance consistently

Habit magistrates a majestic performance

Ignorance ordains the boring dullness

Laziness condemns facilitating guilt

Anxiety inevitably germinates illness

Death releases incomprehensible timelessness

Space matters alter infinity

Containment impregnates the united singularity

Prisms folate into spectral curiosities

Intelligence efficiently wings its constellatory pluralities

Compassion breathes, exhaling creativity

Order rhythmically distributes equality

Relativity affects the terrific stabilizer

Drama evolves the essential formalities

Mercy justifies our primary abilities

Grace fulfills the desire completely

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Saturday’s Mourning In Glory

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Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay,

donning a shroud of cool, deadened leaves.

Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world

lie scattered about the sacred grounds.

Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame

had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast.

Everything for which He stood — a scheme inside a dream

His crowning achievement — a sacrificial theme

‘Twas all laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of his ancestors.

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Many a number of trees in these woods had been borne of his seed.

Year after year, they continued to fill the avoided spaces with new life.

Surrounding Him now, one by one,

they began to pay homage to His grandeur.

The critters nearby crept forth in a slow procession,

whilst the raven kept his quiet,

keeping a keen eye on the softly landing white doves.

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‘Twas the perfect mourning for the painful,

exacting moments to spring forth and reclaim their royal birthrights.

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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

 

Way Beyond Terms

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Excess time limits

Zeroes claim sufficiency

Always more to gain

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Speed loses it’s thrill

Passing belies danger

Too slow to fly right

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Leftovers with bite

Words left out two nights to spoil

Lines become homeless

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Meanings foster mold

Language to languish over

Properly kiss mine

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To the bitter end

Middle ages fly faster

Hellish days drag on

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Spread the crap around

Bottom foundations in growth

Tree’s sanctuary

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Terms slip on sweet fruit

Wear them in then wear them out

Face a toothless grin

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Frozen Limbs

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The warm summer sap has thickened my bark

giving me a much needed and welcome tough skin

When the wind blows, I curl in my roots

like toes in tight shoes

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If it’s snowing, and my limbs begin to bend under the weight

I relax, letting loose all worries and cares

bending with delightful ease

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The sense of an earlier sunrise, and later sunset

stirs in my veins each day,  giving hope and assurance

to my weary stump which bares the brunt of this season

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My buds will soon be showing themselves

and I prepare the greetings

The leaves inside can dream tall tales

the skies arrange the meetings

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Critters and birds are familiar to me

There’s more of them all of the time

I think, I hear, I feel, I see

a spring in my step

a rhythm with rhymes

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Lighten up and quench my thirst

This leaf in my book says, “You’re the first!”

Bless a tree, oh, love divine

Rain on me, my sweet sunshine

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Tumbling Over Worms

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O, I shall be a slave to love
In seed, a sap I’ll be
Me merry martyr loves to shove
when cliff is over sea

Or I could be an earthworm
who doesn’t think too much
I’d be free to dig and squirm
until the sky I touch

A high is up,  a low is down
Free means – I was once caught
To gain a smile and lose your frown
let go of worthless thought

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The Crumbs Of Humility

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The bread was broken

Torn to shreds in memory

We all share the grief

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Water turned to wine

The future turned on its head

The gods turned their backs

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One cup was not passed

One man cried, but not in vain

The Son felt the weight

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Choice-less awareness

Willingly allowing this

Nothing left to lose

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Leave it all behind!

Thieves? No longer bothersome

Rust? Not a problem

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Worldly matters cease

The Son can shine without you

But you without Him?

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