The Liturgy of the Bull in the China Shop

Be it decreed this bone-headed smithy is the unflinching idiot of idioms
Lexical regurgiltical flim flams emanate from this, the mentality flawed
Whoa Nellie sayeth he, whatever does that shite mean?
It isn’t, no truly and honestly it isn’t.
It is the understanding of the beautifully incapacitated mind
Understood by beautifully creative minds to see capacity sensationed above then under-mind
This is to mean one means this and the other means that and neither is meant to be mean
If you get the meaning.
This vocality (noun: that place where the utterance comes from before the thought is fully articulated)
Is taken at the word whatever
What is experienced is the utterance of the miscommunicated
The cause of the excommunication
Oh what a jumbled word is weaving back and forth till meaning is lost
And in exasperation exaggeration the peddle puddle of explanation excoriation
And is stripped raw
Splat flat falls Jack again for another time passed to try
Forgiven forgotten Jack does not shirk but could mope
Upon my word!... meaning this thing we misunderstand
Verbally it is said unto you subscribe to this
For no harm save harmless is intended
For to do so would render one no heart, the heartless of…
Oh!
 
(Dear Lord, why ever do I get so sensitively confused (just saying), Amen)

stitch

i saw an end today so it was a sad ending but not so sad as to not invoke hope into an insight into my future driven by emotions emoted into psyche demoted to misunderstood understandings of intensive intensions shattered to pieces by normal behaviors of the abnormal behaviorist in the normal course of dissertation unfelt now felt in relief relieved as layers of painted new found colors result in changes longitude to latitude with coordinates set laser sharp to the global point a friend indeed is found with love devotion connection genuine in a life is asked as a life is offered our lives connected for a happiness a joy is found in one in knowing circumference will meet kin to greet the life fully lived with memory connection all encompassed shorn torn sewn joined whole anew

Providence Destinies

What will it be contestant?

Prize package #1: uncertain love with love given

Prize package #2: certain love with love given

Oooorrrr…

Prize package #3: a lifetime of shallow you-ness……………………. in your new car!!! (ding ding ding ding ding)  This brand new Rendezvous comes with oil injection, a chassis that won’t quit, is a Hummer of a gas guzzler, a shiny stick shift, under the hood performance, and a rear end that cannot be beat.  She is a quick responder with a short shallow uncertain performance record.

Contestant, time to choose your prize destiny

Audience please help our contestant

Will it be Door #1, Door #2 or Door #3

Choice will be made right after this word…

Do you have faith, the faith ground from a lifetime of experience?  Are you prepared to make your future a reality?  Are you given to making choices on fact, on faith, or on fact and faith.  We can help.  We are Providence.  Our choices are your choices because we know it all.  We take away your free will and replace it with only the facts.  Your informed decision will eliminate destiny and instead provide you with the humdrum reality of living a life of ifs.  Want a sure thing, we guarantee it.  Want free will, we will guarantee only that you are in for one helluva ride, hold on, and keep your hands, feet, and head inside the car.

What will it be contestant?

Will it be Door #1, Door #2 or Door #3

Audience: 1, no 2, 1, 3, 2, 2, 3

It will be none Bob.

I am stepping out of your game

And into my living.

This land of influence

Of audience pressure

Of pretty girls

And shiny things

These are dead to my free will

Bob my choice is made

I choose; I have chosen.

Connection is the most cherished thing this being will have.

Requiem Retaliate

What madness awaits within these walls

The throngs convinced of need uncertain

A hive of activity to gain

Inactive uncertain outcomes

Economy built and thrust down

On the weight of mass folly

Convinced our duty to our nation

Lays solely upon the quota

Of a need unneeded

Lemmings all

Driven to consumption by politicos

In mad belief of our way of life

A furious blend of layer upon layer

Systematically designed to hail a winner

For which there must be equal or perhaps greater losers

This simple orb of ours

Will mythically sustain this forever

So long as someone loses

So long as someone suffers

And that someone is over there

Ha!

You shall all lose says the orb

Except for I

For it will be upon your corpse

That I shall renew

That those who have slain themselves

Have built upon my richness

And created earthly wealth again

You, driven by inexorable selfish desire

To consume

From me

From those not of your stature

We shall rise you know

Me the earth

Them the meek

We seek only fair balance

A distribution of the bounty I can provide to you all

Eschew these shops, the madness of this mall

Seek that only that is truly a need

Find warmth in the beauty of my scene

Seek comfort in the company of your friends

Share your art to the betterment of you all

Make love in companionship in friendship

Dream a future for your children

The greatest blessing of all

A sign your life may carry on

Should you wish it

Should I see your wish true

Should I grant your wish

The balance of your stock

Your mercantile trade

A meeting of need

A sharing of this wealth

Provide to me only that which is beautiful

And I shall provide to you all that is bountiful

Simple and balanced

I now can only hope 

Hearing One Side of Talking Bollocks

It must be hard for you but stick with me and yea shall be au fait with my say I haven’t seen her in donkey’s years but provide a stiff upper lip and in time all will be bees knees so best of british to you gor blimey mix all this together and bobs your uncle but careful he is a smarmy fellow which makes him brilliant and lucky in my eyes eee you cheeky monkey you had best clear off you lot what’s that oi’ you are talking a load of cadwallop except that is dear isn’t it do you do fun in the sneaky and unless you are caught it will be easy peasy now stop fannying around and get on with it really fiddlesticks he is full o’ beans cause we was off for a gander are we all right ‘k get stuffed but not bloody likely yet when you feel up give us a bell so I can tell how we took a flutter on cards and yes he was gobsmacked by it all and now I am really gutted cause he being doing the slap and tickle with out me what coor good on you things are goin’ like a bomb for you but be careful mate cause do that again and you could be in her majesty’s pleasure yes all will be hunky dory but hold I’m off for a jimmy riddle.  You are pulling my knob cause he be doing sweet fanny adams lad oh come on who’s being the nancy boy then did you see him grem made me dicky it did yes I’m on the job you don’t get owt for nowt otherwise he be doing a piss lately and its got him in porridge with his wife what a prat one day he will learn to put a sock in it he won’t be no rumpy pumpy otherwise yes it is a parky day did you know she got caught scrumpling for the dumplings but its all sixes and sevens between ‘em now why is you all a skew-whiff what not my cuppa tea friend you been all skive to me lately would you fancy a snog soon sod it don’t get shirty with me young man when I’m feeling morish eh sod’s law it is yes I understand geez again I am off to spend a penny old I am.  And yes its all squidgy but you say a word and you’ll be off to Coventry with me you tosser you wanker whatever you twat nobody likes a whinger wot alright I haven’t heard from you in yonks but now I am zonked I’ll ring you up again tara.

Poetic Truth?

We are the poets

Therefore

Love and hate are worth dying for

A force unseen

To the heresy or veracity scene

Our view

Scribes of life’s time eternal

In these words

Truth can be found

Cryptic and simple

Lyrical, prosaic, romantic, emotional

Hope does abound

In the witness we do see

Our words are yours

To interpret

To deduce

To construe

How will you take it to mean

Whilom

                                          The former stood in silence Rebuked

By him and her and them and All

Who cherished the presence Present

Of time to be spent in embracing the Good

Things of this time we spend Together

Realizing the power we can Have

Over the all who will hurt and Hinder

Us no more you foul and envious Souls

In this journey in concert sweet Muse

Over how far we have come to How

Far will we go from this passed Past

katzenjammer

another blasted headache that is or isn’t necessarily an imbibed fault is it to be assigned blame to what or whom or this and that with confused leverage sending mixed messages of greatness and shallow depths of hurt resulting from hemispheric transfers to roller coasters of sensations high low then level to all soon settled and usual an unusual reality welcome to hope forthcoming