[Some shade of  blue above I fail to see]

Some shade of  blue above I fail to see
or autumn leaves that used to bring delight
so inward have I turned – but not with thoughts of me
with sadness for the gruesome coming night.
Man ever turns away from all but kin –
and farthest now of all times I recall –
yet spouts alot of tripe that mentions sin
as if his sin was not the worst of all.
   Each man must see his fellow as a brother
   TODAY – for there may never come another

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Come and join us…

Come and join us in our inequity.
We don’t believe in Mister Ubiquity.
The only one listening to all your prayers
is the neighbour’s boy under the stairs
and he knows already what a liar you are!

Come and join our highminded fling –
We don’t believe in ANYTHING
ha
ha
ha
ha

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I feel all fishhooks

I feel all fishhooks
and pennyweights
in both arms
but nothing
is physically wrong with me
a stone crosses
back and forth
on the bridge
of my nose
but nothing
is physically wrong with me
a two ton pestle
grinds my guts
into a mortar
but there is nothing
physically wrong with me
it’s all in your head
the cool doctor said
and I had to agree
there is nothing
physically wrong with me

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[ One would have thought ]

One would have thought
a supposedly loving god
like Jehovah to be more ready
to forgive humanity
its innate sinfullness
and utter inequity
had his second son* not
been tortured
and put to death…
But no, the supreme sacrifice
was needed…as with every
other blood-thirsty tribal deity.
Sounds pretty psychotic
if you ask me.

*David is his first begotten son, according to Psalms 2 :7

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Slithering in the silence…

no furtive footfall
nor cranky catcall
[there isn’t a sound
for houses around]
save the hum in my bones
that precedeth the drones –
those that an addled aristocracy
claim bring freedom and democracy

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Create an eraser that would erase

create an eraser that would erase
every lie found in this place
[although that might leave too much space
as lies is, mostly, what there is.]

and when the moutains are brought low
and the valleys are exhaulted…
won(t things be quite as they were
before you got started?

Swords into ploughshares?
is that what you’re saying?
Well I suppose that thinking
at all beats praying…
but when you’re hungry
you won’t survive seasons
before lunch…
at least with a sword
[and some luck and some skill]
you can knock down a coconut
for something to munch.

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(I was hungry when I wrote this:-)

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A line is drawn…

Controversy? What controversy?
I am no longer willing to debate objective truths
with the ill-informed and stupid.

I refuse to pretend any longer
that truth is subject to controversy.
Or that the truth is ever anti-semitic.
Or that anyone who speaks the truth
is necessarily a nazi.
There is no evidence for the existence of the god –
or gods, if you look closely – of revealed religions.
EXACTLY as there isn’t any to support belief in Zeus
or Krisna or Santa Claus. I will not debate
the fact of evolution any more, period.
I will not tolerate it being any more open for debate than,
say, germ theory or the theory of gravity.
These things ARE and your belief in them is not required.
Faith, by definition, means you defend ideas
for which you have no valid evidence.
You may, if you chose, believe; go ahead –
make an ass of yourself.
I will not burn you at the stake,
cut out your heart or take revenge
through any of the barbaric acts
used to silence truth in the past,
but if I had my way, the ignorant
and the braindead would not be allowed to vote

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Horsefeathers!

Who was the cretin
turned god is love
into god loves you ?

That God is Love –
the fire in the blood
the sap that feeds the bud –
that makes sense to anyone

Damn, that Love is the way to heaven
even makes Hallmarkian sense

But some hoary dude
with a golden crook
on a silver cumulus
loves me ?

What is this,
Romper Room ?

What exactly are you
trying to sell me, mister ?

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Flotsam

No person ever wrote a single phrase
‘tho opiated in some weightless haze
not hoping that his sea of words be read
to salvage – or annul – a thing that’s dead.

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{Death drives life like a muledriver drives a mule]

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Closing the Door

…and in the instant Summum Light had broken – shattered –
myriad gold and silver elements poured down
and clear it was – to all who saw – that nothing mattered
save the glow that fell like snow on countryside and town;
so by the woodland stream that slaloms ‘cross the dale
we paused and waited – silent by their strange oak door;
we stayed and stayed and prayed – we knocked to no avail –
The Little Ones had gone, I fear, forevermore.

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