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Sometimes {Poem freeversed}

Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can get out what’s inside of me.

The knotwork knowledge grease to unconstipate for dam release.

What in damnation? Too much information..

The reasonable rationed sensation of the man of a micro nation. Set apart..

How great that ART. 🎨 Were we to do what we start by stating the finished point and reaching the saving arche.

Archetypes are boat rides that float tired note tides..we didn’t expect.

Redirect 404 error. No reason to despair her.. i mean she the soul within.

She’s a good soul and it’s a rude goal to to too hard to ‘control’ the process.

The process is science and science progressed science which is good knowledge to have for hindsight trust reliance..

To know who we became is to lock to a become. A faith but in faith.

A beat to hearts drum.

Ride on.

Friar Tech Deck.

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Written { A Poem}

That which is writ worked on heart not on stone.

A work written by acts of life not mere wordsmith hewn.

Not proverbs for proverbs sake, wise-signaling much.

A crescendo of newness a newness as such.

To make new the old man.

Treasures old and new.

A Christ child, a married monk a cell made for ‘2’.

Into your cell go and learn what’s without.

By going within learn outside without doubt.

A Trinity, Duopoly, a unity monopoly.

What a terrible atrocity when we all do own everything.

I’m a Monk to be married a husband as Monk.

I’m a classical heir of medieval funk.

I’m a Theological DJ ..Dilloneous Monk.

An Ubermensch Scrap man with Junk in the Trunk.

An Ubermensch Every man Dandying Uptown Funk.

I’m busting it downtown.

I’m grinding at Cornerstones doing nothing a round clown.

A fool not a tool depending whose in the shed.

Negative opinions don’t touch me. Spirit men arrready dead.

I’m hooked to the sojourning wayfaring life.

A metaphysical pirate awayed from life’s strife.

My diction and phonics is One Word all do Know. It’s not fiction though subtle reality owned.

I’m stick stuck on moving thus staying in place. I’m paradox left, right and center unslaved.

Liberated by serving reality et all. En masse the masses together we fall.

I’m taking wearing my wardrobe too seriously. I’m a suit now. #rocketpower !
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The Universal Whisper.

In the Dark night of earth’s soul, Light breaks forth enchanting our menageries with surreal truth.

Light has broken forth into the world. “To the people that sat in darkness shone a great light.”

This Christmas Eve, in a year bordering at times with hopeless I have come to understand this scripture. With the birth of my first child during a year that quite literally feels apocalyptic she has been our mainstay of hope, a kiss of God; named to be like a feminine version of Elijah (My G-d), a sign of Emmanuel “G-d with us. ” she teaches us a whisper of what the virgin Mary must have felt as “she pondered these things in her heart. “

I’m so thankful for the blessings that have been present to my little family in this crazy and testing year.

I hope and pray that that Universal whisper that echoes into our hearts the transendence become visible, the Logos, the Word made flesh, may visit you this Christmas, in the humility of earthly circumstances and remind you that you are not alone; a Universal Whisper to ponder in our hearts.

G-d bless you this holiday season.