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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life in a motel
what joy
can there be
life in a hotel
what happiness
will we see
love in a romance
could it ever be
something true
love in a T.V. showmance
will it be cred
or simply stew
what about truth
in an alley
where garbage
is piled high
what about ruthless
in some valley
hiding a secret
harbinger of lies
what everything
war brings
all that hate
we always feel
what about
what morbid sings
are there morals
which are real
what if pleasant
wasn't able
to bring happiness
to our dreams
what if presence
wasn't stable
more earthquake
than it seems
what if poetry
didn't say things
we didn't want
to hear
what if lottery
didn't win things
numbers that never
have been clear
what if freedom
only exists on Mars
that frozen desert
far from earth
what if fiefdom
never existed
crowned with prisons
and jail bars
what if everything
is an illusion
what if dreams
will never come true
what if everything
is delusion
would we wake
to cook more stew

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I searched and searched
but couldn't find you
finally realizing
you had gone off to Valhalla
our herd of wild horses
valiantly leading you there
terrific manes and tails flying
through magnificent ethereal air
glory be to Heaven
that spiritually sacred place
glory to be perfect death
maybe some auspicious day
I'll will find you there
glory be to heavenly Valhalla
where all heroic warriors
with their herds of valiant horses
everyone lovingly together
in virtual death
finally gathering there
in that glorious magnificence
in such auspicious
magnificent ethereal air

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how hopeless
this grave
we've dug
how reckless
this craving
we've hugged
it's hopeless
this rage
we have
somehow become
maybe time
will reject
this raving
crazy life
we have
condescendingly intoned
what if
God moaned
cried out
in our
nightmare dreams
what if
we atoned
would God
be real
or something
completely else
other than
what religion
wants us
to believe
maybe time
will condone
all our
spiritual fears
maybe time
will appeal
all those
decrepit cries
what we
actually feel 
life comes
over time
life goes
like some
intrepid rhyme
or maybe
some deceptive
brutal crime
turning back
seeking light
that elective
recounting time
might respectfully
creating hope
embrace sublime
in our
utter graceless
hopeless commisery
time will
show us
certain hell
in our
bitter graceless
hopeless misery
time will
shake us
to our
hapless core
if God
finds us
in time
perhaps then
we'll discover
something more

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some times
with moon
tides turn
when storms
abide yearning
with wind 
blowing us
some desperation
stormy learning
come inspiration
knowing space
dying love
bereaves us
bad trembling
leaves us
utter sadness
assembling storms
no treasure
lasts forever
always love 
won't always
forever disappear
so never
clever all
in all
we are
human ocean
yet we
truly human
this desperate
carnal space
tracing ocean
bearing vast
racing motion
truly human
some times
tidal brace
correct me
if we
don't suddenly
abruptly drown
those waves
corrupt ocean
those deep
personal dives
searching shallow
moral reef
selfish pearls
but oysters
those shellfish
often hidden
down deep
clamped shut
coral prize
cutting life
oral disguise
tidal storms
open love
uttering strife
your sometimes
windblown stage
tidal life
seeking pearls
unsheathed craze
bleak life
nothing simple
you are
razor knife

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when I come back 
from being dead
then once again
I'll lay myself down
upon another funeral pyre
then I'll light myself
once again on fire
forsaking bitter dreams
I once unforgivably dreamt
then another bold revelation
taking hold of me
sometime after revelated death
making me finally see
what must be true
that light I see
what must be real
those things I know
that must be me
maybe time will tell
what must truly be
prophetic dreams I've dreamt
where I'm finally free
that ascetic mortal place
I've somehow morally found
where it's forgivably me
space so utterly profound
that I finally see
where forgiveness truly lives
what life actually gives
what true light contrives
what death truly is
where enlightenment convincingly thrives
that place where love
no doubt decidedly arrives
if only we could
find love like that
while we are here
being truly human still
we should be loving
as we are here
and still alive

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