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Monday, February 2, 2026


 

so you are
with God now
what alien desert
which foreign jungle
blissful heaven
or is it
empty space
something ethereal
something to do
with this
human race
so you are
with God now
which mosque
what church
sentient temple
or is it
just something
a drafty cave
some holy knave
so you are
with God now
are you
still dreaming
can you
see and hear
what if 
blind silence
becomes you
within that
sacred ark
so you are
with God now
holding that
eternal hand
does creation
hold onto
sacred light
flame and spark
can you
still behold
creative beauty
truly understand
what is 
good and right
so tell me
about heaven
is it choice
or is it
even destiny
can you
ever touch
God's heavenly stars
creative leavening
maybe time
or some
blood sacrifice
would change
even rearrange
each enticing
divine scene
desert manna cake
revelation jungle
with ambrosia icing
so you are
with God now
is there something
sacred fire
holy water
or is it
relative space
dressed and undressed
in holy attire
if you would
simply tell us
what it is
where you are
caressing souls
angel choirs
addressing lords
so God now
that holy realm
is that something
self immolation
wholly impressive
ethereal embarkation
is it everything
thought as creation
word into starlight
is it one thing
or some other
refinement time
is it poetry
is some song
resonating there
some fine
graceful place
finial resonance
where bliss
where love
divine God
is all of this
some burning realm
where fiery creation
is so deep
so absolutely true
completion embraced
is all of this
some yearning self
where live and die
still somehow
is it
what we keep
light and love
completely entranced
so you are
with God now
married to that
divine romance
those sacred kisses
that holy touch
what we want
what we need
God is love
so you are
with God now
living and dying
embracing holy
you are right
with God now
that sublime creed
you are light
with God now
majestically divine
immortal seed

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Sunday, February 1, 2026

 


here I am
bowing something
before sordid
terminal gates
some ethereal
mystical state
beneath me
cloven hooves
a Satyr's gait
unraveling logistics
I'm somewhere
within this
conceptual labyrinth 
Hall of deception
Country of defeat
surrounding completely
profundity repleat 
a vast sepulture
freshly dug
complimentary graves
profoundly in that
cemetary of scripture
resurrection at last
some autonomic 
cosmically corrected
mnemonic plan
yet correctly
still I am
contemplatively here
coptically trying 
vying for clarity
clearly hoping
to see
beyond closed gates
measuring hopes
weighing fears
whether I
or you
or is it just
raving me
to dearly wish 
or even know
how or why
composing heaven
comprimising hell
those two things
just shouldn't
lie to us
no matter 
how hard 
we try
if we can't
discard defiance
regarding ring
a tolling bell
if we fail
reframe invoke
that palling call
remain still
we lived
given yet
falling short
constantly tempted
even tempered
so self-absorbed
relentlessly hampered
trampled beneath
contemptuous greed 
strenuous corruption
all those parts
disingenuous hearts
contemptibly troubling
this needy world 
greed bubbling
blood and stubble
seeding corruption
beyond order
erupting disruption
dark nights
out of every crack
chaotic days 
trackless contests
liberally derived
hacking disorder
disrupting nights
stacking contestable
detestable sights
overly overlapping
graphic horror 
insistently trapping 
incorrigible consent
time serving
that contested state
of cease and desist
serving your own grief
a fervent groove
if not
behooving reprieve
where we are
completely sated
utterly filled 
thus we are
primal servitude 
servants in this
servile kingdom
moral strife
realizing this
our selfish
selfless action
both measurable
kerf into curvature
those geometric
geocentric transactions
not always
forever good
or eternally right
but finally 
lasting gifts
acrid God
might save us
share catheters
insert spiritual acid 
drip life
into those nasty
every gaping rift
slipping still
we did not
pray for light
because we
would not 
or we could not
honestly live life
perfectly right
outside prefecture
those iron gates
where fearfully
I am
a tearful place
an ample sum
of timely destiny
that has 
errantly come
feral time
inherently gone 
so I am
advertently weary
as of certain late
fickle questions
optimistic love 
pickled resolution
pessimistic hate
order seeking
realistic balance
a simplistic
sacred light 
measuring borders
a mystic's wisdom 
embracing divine
altruistic enlightenment
enlightened by
flaming swords
that serving
perfect peace
perfect circles
curvature encircling
respectable angles
especially encompassing
perfect squares
if only triangles
my angular heart
were always true
I wonder
if lightning love 
would be
so savage
voracious cannibals
insatiably tearing
eating away
fractured souls
depleting what was
at one time
something whole
now defeated me
scarred and wounded 
shackled at these
gates to hell
I want to think
is restitution tangible
can this institution
I nightly ponder
conjure free spirit
even remake me
I have to wonder 
what about heaven
those pure gates 
beyond fairytale
storybook dreams 
what bliss looks like
deciphering destiny
or is it futile
surely fate
this veritable
state we're in
wandering ethereal
winding roads
sometimes one path
less traveled
we sound
finding ourselves
a found summation
some sort of math
but blindly
vastly mystified 
spiritually unraveled
traveling along some
grim gravel 
leaving us 
unraveled and dim
trembling and wanting
hoping truth
nothing but
barren shelves
real love 
always trying
to find ourselves
to all of us
love's passionate hold
might be kind
tender compassionate arms
turning us around
reminding us
spinning something
long forgotten
a crested cradle
tilt and sway
a burning candle
flaming outwardly
urging us onwards
those shimmering 
shining pearly gates
burning inwardly
where finally
forging forward
we meet heaven
where all
our words
become one
only thought
where soulful
revelation cries
recite heartfelt
invoke and prayer
some sacred leavening
peel back
healing everything
repealing years
enlightened relief
from all those
terrifying fears
reveal something
iconic parchment 
revel anxiously
within those
onion layers
dispel love's
careless lies
fix life's
mistaken failures
compel waves
redirecting shadows
conjuring divinity
spells and magic
ruling gravity
true news
real refreshment
healing wounds
letting humanity
revealing soul
duly knowing
groundfall truth
molding profound lives
behold sound love
alive and well
compassion is
truly fashionable
a caring God
through passion
a rational God 
being here
or being there
almighty God
something to be
omni sighted
forever present
simply clever
every where
God's providence
got evidence
be somewhere
because here we are
for some odd paternal
internal reason
check maternal
affectionate living
truly care
yet crazed
this strange
germinating season
cultivating thought 
a sensuous scene
dreaming affirmation
something about
realizing information
eternal life
really clearly
truly very
nearly assuming
real love
those deep
soulful feelings
we do hold
so truly dear
really something
filled with compassion
voracious love
consuming irrational
something wanted
passionate wants
always really needing
ways of deep
entrancing embrace
unruly sacred fire
sparks truly conjoined
roiling and boiling
knowing holy water
that divine ark
universe rejoicing
embracing factual light
actually modulating
recoiling oceans
continents of toil
all those invited
harmonic voices
still here I am
with third eye sight
embracing vibration
so revelation it seems
is choice and right

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Thursday, January 29, 2026



thinking back
those years
I wish
beyond fears
I think
dripping tears
me wishing
I could
go back
pick up 
those pieces
my heart
left behind
longing me
along that
pathetic road
interject checks
be longing
jungle balance
camouflaged somewhere
juggling some
end of
that line
what chances
what fate
perhaps destiny
oblivious rebate
what if
relatable DNA
could speak
obvious debate
what message
courageous mode
what if
outrageous God
does evolution
evolved resolve
even revolution
debating destiny
winding roads
dating eternity
where bits
fateful pieces
profound profundity
you tied
to me
lying strewn
beneath detritus
leaf mould
roadside debris
perhaps if
I found
my self
I'd know
that truth
is timeless
that action
to what 
internal reaction
we feel
to what
we see
stumbling along
through trying 
fumbling life
trying not
to trip
or fail
quick flip
when I 
think back
to that
life long
broken track
so long
to bits
those pieces
my parts
those broken
abstract tokens
so thinking
years back
I see
my self
so life 
well spoken
though compassion
my heart
thinking back
had broken
nothing gray
just white
or black
everything ballistic
exit right
enter left
that gift
hind sight
romantically mystic
thinking back
sentimentally right
lost love
forgotten dreams
broken lives
thinking back
retrievable memories
are so
conceivably contrite

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Wednesday, December 31, 2025

 


that AI finger
of AI God
in 2030
50%
of your life
will be
AI improved
that relentless
finger of modern
in 2035
80%
of your life
will be
AI approved
that religious
100% AI finger
of Almighty God
by 2050
95%
of what is
left or right
of your
perceptive life
will observantly be 
AI ruled
cruel as
that may seem
AI is
no dream
nor fool
AI should be
in all fairness
just a tool
but as
you and I
we all
shall see
willing AI 
will to over rule
instill command
over demanding land
beyond outstanding space
withstanding under sea
while faceless AI
traces left to right
technology over
rigidly subjected
digitally selective
receptive humans
benumbed slaves
to all that
stunning
religiously empiric
AI creed
what would
Lillith think
what would
Adam do
what if
all this
AI is
utter madness
some fiction
mindlessly gutted
so much friction
rutted and muted
every touch screen
hard drives
over heating
completely riveted
evidence digitized
constricted diction
freezing and shuddering
AI wrote
what if 
God decided
undivided cloning
inventive AI
decidedly throughout
every universe
armies of conversion
conflict drones
digitally directing
conflicted humans 
totally renewing 
renewable AI
in plain view
derision everywhere
each confusing something
more vision machine
than righteous flesh
envisioned muse
or life giving blood
every new something
more deliberate
all AI something
more than
AI faithful
that whole thing
everything AI
more than one dream
another moral orb
or immoral arc
more than
it seems
a growing spark
more than lightning
igniting those AI
erupting AI parts
given that artificial
superficial AI light
inciteful AI 
that AI invites

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Friday, December 26, 2025


 

so we are
gluten free
all this construct
sticky blood
sucked out
sugar levels
still soaring
but now
we stand mute
mutate think
so we live free
but stated freedom
gals and lads
isn't always
super sweet
those suit guys
drinking blood
devouring raw
repetitively cheap
infinite pounds
of unrefined flesh
they no doubt think
pork tastes as sweet
as any profound
icing sugar
ginger bread
manger creche
so they are intellectual
sublimely wise
but truly
fanatic brilliance
a resilient tribe
of sublimated
multi-billionaires
gals and guys
some tall prophecy
comes from
all profit within
sacred honey
sanctified divine
free from disguise
sublime thought
straw into gold
instead of hate
replacing greed
those frightful lies
watch inflation
subtly wrought
all that viral
spiritual demise
freed up gluten
spiraling down
divining crowns
of spectral poverty
what so many
relative innocents got
veritably diagnosed
as peasant vampires
such pleasant insights
every sugar rush
each sweet victory
sucking with all that
valedictorian gnosis
all liquid sucrose
reflecting poetry
even regretting
relevant prose
you choose
interject thou
installed with thine
protein directorates
blood distilled 
victory into wine
effectual tyrant entities
scurrilously great
more statutory wealth
into more congratulatory power
retaining more silence
injecting oddities
plus miraculously deflated
out of all that evidence
an evidential
criminal pulse
ingrained as richly divine
nitch gluten has been
so deftly underrated
all those worldly
vampire skills
alien homeless cells
calling out hopelessly
tactfully denigrated
redacted and lost
gluten's true worth
so factually understated
all that underrated blood
a major protein
fully understood
standing at cost
sucking pure sweetness
surely bulldozing miners
ghoulishly mucking
deep within
Gozer's pavilion
so they are
that vampire cotillion
as they wretchedly feel 
utter completeness
total Gozerian
yet still etched as empire
always catching
fetching more vampires
all those millions
notably captured
within their own
empiric division
turning gluten free
boundless protozoal billions
timing each decision
mining lutine deep
moral shafts throughout
every protein sea
yet they are stone
nothing but bloodless
castles of hard rock zones
at best cold-blooded
heartless reptilians
feasting upon sticky
red hot blood
treating themselves
sultry with glutinous
icecream cones
purloined by devils
regimental trancing
entranced within their
availing bon fire
grand in exquisite capes
crowned with majestic horns
romancing all those
needy demon tones
all that lives
and all that's born
be it gluten free
or something even
oddly more forlorn

          * * * 

Monday, December 22, 2025

 


please don't
make her
cry man
give her 
a break
but please don't 
break her heart
don't make her
hate you man
tell her
how you feel
if you 
love her man
show her
love is real
don't call her
horrible names man
be kind instead
open up
your heart
if you
truly love
her man
kiss her man
kiss her
til she's panting
kiss her
more and more man
kiss her
til she's dreaming
don't let her
go man
she needs you
just like
you need her too
remember something
together bro
dreams really do
they can come true
if I 
loved her man
I'd kiss her 
to show her
all my love
is truly real
I'd gently 
kiss her man
I'd want
to see her smile
I know you 
feel the same bro
so just let her know
that all of you 
wants to care
so much passion
with her
so much love
need to share
and all those
magic kisses bro
she would surely
have to know
you truly love
and care for her
all your love bro
should be something
you truly want to show
but if she
walks away bro
after all your kisses
your fairy tale
passionate love affair
has surely gone stale
perhaps love
has thrust a knife
deep into
her heart
maybe love
didn't truly
trust her lips
keeping you apart
if you 
were ever
a dream
of hers
if she
loved you
even once
those million kisses
you two shared
will always 
have a place
in both
your hearts
even though
you've both cried
even bled
perfect love has
turned its
fervent head
so don't 
make her
cry man
make her
smile instead
give her
a break man
let her
know for sure
all that love
you have
for her
is so
much more
than all
that love
we share wrapped
clasped together
making torrid love
dinner and dessert
served in that loving bed

           * * * 

Sunday, December 21, 2025


 

mystical Stonehenge
all that
surreal energy
winter solstice
standing stones
romancing souls
what a rocky
sacred world 
we stand on
a daily ray
so light
fairly admitting 
we are followers
so light
begin another
holy day
let light
brighten up
this changing world
minute by minute
light flows
day to day
from one realm
to a glowing other
that sacred energy
giving Earth life
those standing stones
that sacred spot
so light this magic
something that is
wholesome and right
as fantastically bold
fearless light
begins another day
those souls saved
dear brothers and sisters
witnesses praising
magnificent light
energy with its
insightful karma
a beneficial array
encouraging us
to clearly see
each bright
and shining day
joy of life
always something
that is right
I wonder
if everyone
all together
placed bare hands
upon one
standing stone
reciting prayers
singing Sutras
would gravity prevail
without words
a veil be lifted
that marvelous
sacred standing
ancient stone
rising up high
above those
spiritual heads
floating in space
telling brilliance
ancient stories
no one ever
could know
what sacred stones
have to say
standing there
in all that
mystic glory
so much
history there
so many
solstice stories
so holy sun
grants us life
another minute
yet lighting up
still another day
those ancient
mystically evolving
through all those
insistent years
of sunlit grey
standing stones
revelating there
with so much
righteous elation
sharing solid
revelation speaking
solstice enlightened
elevating things
such daring truth
for stones to say

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