Zebediah Kush
what about Gaia
that planetary plush
what about dying
Jebediah Push
elation is crying
another bloody rush
my eyeballs blinked
thinking way too much
are we just out of touch
seeing everything jinxed
each commentary nudge
relatively tattooed
collectively inked
those reverberating tubes
reactive timeless sludge
every promontory link
that fountain bus stop
where archangels actively
come to cry
I bought a ticket
to angel heaven
thinking elated high
delighted glaciers melt
drinking changing ice
thinking instinctive dry
now wouldn't it
be terribly nice
if things were 
caringly always good
Zebediah Kush
would somberly rejoice
dangling silently within
his ancient violent wood
Jebediah Push
might refrain than attain
from new fangled bad
instead regain lost innocence
consuming cost effective
homegrown better food
all in all our planet
Gaia choiring Mother Earth
improving Red Riding Hood 
daring that muttering wolf
removing every unsharing cloak
those utter hood desires
something real truth would
divulging something better
those destructive fangs
acquiring indulgent proof
being good caring vampires
as real truth always should
as inspired Electra believes
without always backfiring
rewired we always could

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all this
high strangeness
all our 
lost humaneness
what ever
may come
sly aloofness
all that
crying goofiness
I'm not
seeing much
determined changeness
seeing such
consuming caginess
if suddenly
this world
destructively ends
if suddenly
this planet
unfortunately sends
everything spiraling
into that
exploding sun
where eruption
assuming radiation
exposes something
shall resume
exposing layers
refusing prayers
what soothsayers
spoke about
dreamy cares
long before
hell won
everything over
that leftover
physical reaction
humans thought
universal action
would never
actually happen
because God
would always
save us
in someway
before even
all this
high strangeness
decided we
our humanness
didn't matter
because being
constructively lost
our sacredness
such great
eternal cost
wouldn't suffice
couldn't ever
simply revise
what God
always had
universal mind
physically clad
within God's
celestial kind
that loving
holy trine

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death seems
closer now
beyond yesterday's
lucid dreams
what happened
to all those
remarkably inclusive
best rainbow scenes
those absolutely beautiful
resolutely azure blue
crystal clear skies
at night those
faraway mesmerizing stars
what about those
rough gravel roads
those tough scenes
I dreamt of Mars
difficult miles and miles
bounded by wretched
barbed razor wire
ringed by all that
gripping crazy wicked 
demeaning desert desire
what about those
immeasurably fantastic realms
of simpler treasured times
what about those
fabulous golden sunsets
those days and nights
that gloriously rhymed
somehow I feel
some timely peace
knowing that nothing
lasts truly forever
somehow I still
need caring love
knowing earthly love
can't last forever
those songs I've sung
love's romantic lyrics
that touched my heart
those poems I've written
words that vouched
so much defining hard
desperate always describing
maybe crying death
will try coming
on crouching tomorrow
or sooner if this
trying universe demands
maybe this world
will feel some sorrow
perhaps mystic loons
will mystically sing
before they choose
to magically land
to perfectly perform
their majestic dance
this glorious planet
that we live on
a place for all
to peaceably be
why can't we
just live here
forever live lovingly
hand in hand
maybe clever dreams
will tell us
that things really
need to change
death is something
or so it seems
nothing less than
something truly strange
that strange place
where strangely everything
eventually goes to die
opening closed hearts
finally reveal to open eyes
announcing proposed truth
instead of composing lies
we're all casualties
of uncertain life
we're always rolling
loaded casino dice
maybe love will
bring us peace
perhaps wicked time
will think twice
before we must
lay down to die
perhaps poetry
and rhymes
will provide some
moral advice
I really don't
have an answer
besides rain
as liquid water
other than winter's
frozen ice
time may give
us answers
to life's questions
that we all have
some things
we'll never know
some things
we'll never see
but life and death
are all there is
we're living in this
riveting eternal show
love and hate is what
this existence always gives
but truth is something
we may never know
maybe redemption will come
to take our hand
show us true love
reflecting God's perfect light
now that death
seems somewhat closer
perhaps I'll still
have those dreams
that make me notice
realizing that life
is noticeably seldom
what it usually seems
maybe when death
finally steadfastly comes
I'll finally feel
lastly truly satisfied
maybe when my eyes
close that one last time
I'll truly know my soul
has been truly blessed
so surely defined and gratified

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fluid something
unlike solid
past everything
flowing haphazardly
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
beyond casual
leaving evidence
wet tracks
actual traces
molding souls
withholding abstinence
corroding elegance
like tears
scolding faces
fluid truth
eroding lies
reminding everything
fluid happens
like fire
into smoke
invading places
where solid
never goes
like flames
licking fuel
consuming ego
assuming grace
like divinity
always flows
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
reminding usual
assuming soul
redemptive whole

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what king
stays siege
to trying
staying brazen
castle legions
whose treasure
lies deep
within holy
spiritual walls
heroically measured
sacred stone
contriving discovery
constituting song
revising recovery
inside treasured
appearing nigh
gemstone thought
who would
never want
absolute gold
advise whether
clever control
takes hold
of sacred
rendering wealth
boldly unmasking
kingdom's castle
features hidden
amending stealth
within heaven's
solid stone
castle walls
all that
spiritual treasure
which kingdom
knowingly installs
all that
spiritual measure
where kingdom
spiritual pleasure
stoically calls

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should you ever
crack your nut
cleverly implanting it
or should you
plant karma whole
sacred into soil
perfect forever uncracked
would being that
fertile elemental ground
should be holy
or could unfounded
infertile artificial mounds
gardens of folly
dry desert do
I'm asking this
because truly I
inciting serious me
could never know
I'm still forever
somehow truthfully thinking
what am I
even timelessly wondering
if nuts knew
could forever be
that perfect nut
still having dreams
about just which
what comes true
about caring mother
some sacred tree
still having hopes
about sibling nuts
either blessed them
might root somewhere
or restive me
if we're growing
fertile good flowing
rich knowing soil
or other something
resembling desert moil
then over time
years measuring tears
each overt lifetime
sobering mysterious hopes
bravely wanting growth
hoping for moisture
sunshine into wisdom
inflection mustering water
integrating cosmic fears
admitting God knows
urgency cracked me
godly monarch nuts
inciting tactful life
so seldom perfect
perhaps finding life
might be cracked
inviting emergent nuts
exuding hopeful feelings
believing tacit something
growing into trees
just like normal
you and me
needing enough water
wanting enough love
dreaming perfect nurturing
so that life
might always forgive
planting cracked shells
unwrapping whole selves
requesting cracked life
correct this world
besting hellish strife
reminding cracked nuts
wisdom's never folly
nuts are sacred
remember wholesome loving
God equally giving
nurturing karma's dell
uncracked reflecting holy
featuring planting well
bountiful living in
sacred's uncracked shell

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something about us
this human thing
if only truth
if true love
could change us
purity bringing goodness
all those things
we always need
fixing shattered lives
credence surely should
mend broken hearts
amend confused minds
yet we are
still only human
needing in kind
truth and love
much wanted comfort
which is something
we never truly
very easily find
what if war
created positive truth
instead endless lies
what if hope
took away fear
what about hopeless
creating endless tears
what if love
a truthful thing
caressed human kind
instead true life
loves breaking hearts
what if God
corrected confused minds
instead we plod
confused by mindless
war's endless refuse
injecting hateful designs
war's mindless abuse
deflecting loving truth
creating unrelenting tears
war's heartless truth
inventing loveless mines
this human thing
creating hopeless fears
this human thing
all yours and mine

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