“SPEAKING WITH NO ONE, ON AND ON.” a poem for Sunday, Oct. 13, 2019
Studying ABOUT IT, I’m SUREwillGIVEit TOyou;
Thinking & (so-called) Learning ALWAYSmakesME go (pause) “Boo Hoo.”
The Road to Heaven DIRECTLY mayNOTbe pondered upon;
The World of Study wants YOU FOREVERas its pawn.
HowWillYouDescribe THE SACRED SMELL unless you place your nose,
There into The Sacred Place? Yes, this I do suppose:
(That) 99 point 9 per cent of those who often speak,
Of thatWondrousEnticingAroma WON’Tallow themselves to peek,
Into The Heavenly Condition, for they’re juggling many words,
So busy&joyousWithWhatThey’veFound; theyHaveNoRealTurds,
For, theyAreOverjoyed to BeInA “constipated style,”
As they talkAboutIT on and on DisplayingA “crooked” smile,
“Am I trying to convince others that I know these things I say,
When I will never, never know, for Isteer so far away,
From being stupidIN THE MOMENT, admitting: ‘I don’t know;’
And I will never, Honey Child, so, to the library I go,
AND LEARNandLEARN (pause) more and more, soTo say that: ‘I’m aware.’
I’ll reinforce forever and hide my every care?”
DECLARATION: “I’m sure I’m GOD.
Won’t YOU acknowledge it too?”
I love to speak WITH NO ONE;
That’s what I like to do.
limerick: The ego so just wants to know,
Even one thing so that it might go,
To "The Head of The Class,"
"It would be such a gas;
But EVEN ONE SEED I won't sow."