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Tuesday, September 8, 2026


 

I surfaced
after diving
religiously deep
my prayers
unanswered tomes
some thing
we need
those indigenous
relative poems
choose salmon
schooling towards
troubled streams
currents bruised
ocean Orcas
their untold
magnificent brilliance
two tones
pure white
exotic dreams
midnight black
motion resilience
outstanding tack
emotional zones
commanding truly
cetaceous singing
reminding us
life is
bindingly important
natural things
spawning salmon
nature is
mindful religion
preaching Orcas
sacred nature
practical pillars
oceans feeding
critical forest
breaching unnatural
boastful human
egotistical dreams
nature pleading
ocean choruses
beseeching God
entreating conditional
religious prayers
supernaturally praising
sensational magic
creative layers
environmentally tragic
we are
radioactive players
reactive surfacing
actively drowning
beneath us
torn fabric
above us
mental sounding
elemental salmon
suffering Orcas
human fracas
crude grounding
detrimental daze
lewd mammon
religious craze
true famine
modern world
extinction phase

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Sunday, September 6, 2026


 

some people
push buttons
until there's
fiery explosion
dire eruption
of emotion
something horrid
slick puke
beyond nuclear
telling comprehension
we stumble
something putrid
fumble falling
into heaps
something stupid
self destruction
where sorrow
hatred lives
some fate
of humankind
ringing bells
tricked mind
storied destiny
red flags
where everything
eventually crumbles
who can
ever tell
but nothing
consecrated humble
after that
living storms
who knows
we tumble
seeking truth
beseeching love
yet then
we wake
discover below
even above
our lifelong
torrential trouble
no love
broken bubbles
so uncouth
white flags
old age
unblinking rage
perhaps surviving
being caged
after youth

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Saturday, September 5, 2026


 

you wanna fight
go join some army
that offbeat place
for true squares
you wanna groove
go dig daddy-O
that hep place
you shape your move
so choose daddy-O
so cool man
smooth trick daddy-O
that freedom jam
groovin slick and sure
you fix your move
swing it man
jingle jangle grooves
something new daddy-O
that new fandango
you are on man
such a graceful face
where beat talks
that fateful place
beatniks and hepchicks
more action daddy-O
something smooth
so very slick
cool grooves man
more new beats 
slam those strings
beatnik cats and chicks
wham bam those things
blow those brass horns
your groovy shoes babe
your beat adorned
hey daddy-O
kisses and cigarette flicks
that beat groove
every slick move
so now daddy-O
all those crimson lips
winsome poets man
every beatnik line
so it is man
those swinging hips
cool touch refined
dig it babe
deep into deeper
explicit grooves babe
shear rhythm man
poetic precision babe
my darling beatnik fan
don't be square gabe
share that beat and nik
all that poetry
those beatniks played
groove chords made
fighting's for squares man
beatniks love those lines
make it true
cool blue cat
skinny grooves defined
hepcats and beatchicks
those shimmy moves
something re-refined
cool poetry slick
just cool inclined
meet groovy tricks
hepcats and hepchicks
being hep defined

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Thursday, September 3, 2026


 

that demon
inside you
chase it out
all that fear
toss it out
those demons
hiding deep
inside you
excommunicate them
evil hiding
inside you
chase it out
crucify wickedness
nail that
to your cross
designate vindictiveness
as something
you refuse
to see
immolate everything
you never
want to be
so dream
about hope
things might
absolutely seem
completely hopeless
resolutely molten
when everything
seems dire
living demons
humanity desires
all existence
trembles uncontrollably
all semblance
of real hope
resembling sanity
such pure water
human evolution
assembling dreams
inner revolution
far beyond
our human vanity
those demons
your thought
controlling you
what meaning
are those
hopeful dreams
extolling love
when desire
devils rule
your human
deepest fire
those dreams
we have
everything love
truly desires

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Sunday, August 30, 2026


 

such great
imperfect change
over centuries
miracle time
all this
resilient adventure
all this
intrepid humanity
nothing necessarily
seemingly conventional
everything eerily
perhaps intentional
personal dietetics
such greatness
exploring recipes
cultural goals
constructing those
cultural gods
irreversible alphabets
something like
instructing A
capitol rhymes
so everything
becoming Zee
such capital
maybe then
in insistent
voracious time
we'll somehow
truly find
perfect change
mending hurt
while tears
describing pain
even poetically
vibrate down
our genetically
human cheeks
all those
perfect fears
those impending
not so
very subtle
irreversible changes
perhaps then
over centuries
we'll discover
controversial time
indicates nomenclature
dictating recovery
such resilience
within such
orbital nature
within that
amazing stature
with that
graphic miracle 
covalent change
where alphabets
A tonal
to that
artistic Zee
becoming one
resolving bets
somehow then
irreversibly insane
such great
even inane 
furtive change
over centuries
recovers that
didactic human
absolutely soulful
holy range

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Thursday, August 27, 2026


 

I tried
to fit
my geometric
eccentric self
into something
onto some
less eclectic
yet random 
recourse shelf
my tangled
unusual angles
my testy
messed up
controversial bits
inside this
social box
confessing this
I sometimes
feel strangled
it's all
mingling bursts
rebel fits
maybe if
I somehow
familially orbit
resolve now
to angle
something more
or less
so I
might find
some how
I do
somehow fit
but only
if geometry
is somehow
finally rearranged
at least
a bit
I was
on that
very verge
coming apart
emergently curving
my self
into some
random refuge
then subversive
amorphous me
turning up 
as smoke
sulphur flares
because words
I spoke
utterly dimensional
revealing this
my sensational
utterly unconventional
madhouse dare

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Tuesday, August 25, 2026


 

then one day
you wake up
realize you have
lost everything
breathe in
feeling lost 
breathe out
you've lost
life's human game
you wake up
rub your eyes
at this point
realizing this
that you have
somehow lost
your sacred way

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