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Grandma insisted on no politics or religion At the table before praying to Jesus – We all started laughing at the irony Words flew back and forth, Sharon saying That not talking about politics is what Leads to every problem in the world And we could have rational discourse Before the wine got served but Ed Made the crass joke about cannibalism and Christianity as though it was a new one And Uncle Tony – every family has one – Made comments about foreign devils As though his ancestors weren’t those And became the turkey we trimmed With every nasty truth we knew – And grandma said this proved her right But grandpa said she hadn’t been right Since she’d voted for You Know Who And Jenny asked if that was Voldemort And everything fell apart then Into a glorious shambles saved Only by Tony being thrown out And told to give thanks elsewhere

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erotic landscape photography

particle decelerator

typical sanity

aromatic pineal gland

a bag of disks

non-newtonian sour bread starter

organ whaling

antimony charlamagne

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In recognition of the holiday known as Black Friday you get this poem for 30% of the normal cost even if it isn't really a poem at all, but that's the price

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In Place

Perhaps I have another chance turn at this life 

To sift through the crowds each new day and night

My eyes are to weary to see in this place 

I forgot what it means to take up this space 

  My life work this may be as the end seems so near

Will I be remembered for love pity or fear 

Lessons appear to release loss in this case

I make mistakes too it's hard to keep pace 

  Hours I spent to write  it all down

Press of the button then it is gone

I flowed and I wrote and sang and I danced 

I thought I had answers but questions enhance 

  Perhaps I thought wrong too write all along

Hoping for clarity feels like cryptic song

It all tied together so neat in this bow

Now I sigh and ripple in this new lowest low

  Divine inspiration so close at last

Destroyed in the fire of moments past

Can't reverse the course it's due indeed 

Should have known better because I can read 

  All signs point to nowhere while I travel in place 

And return to nothing that I still face 

Can't recreate the moment can't forget the past 

Just moving forward until we must last 

  There is no further mountain or ocean to cross

Just sentimentality for what I have lost 

Can we sing to each other a tune short and sweet

Can we lie on our backs and rest our feet

  So weary I am from travel for days

I'm sure it's whats keeping me from sleeping in haze 

The thoughts come and go no turning back

There's a lion beside me on the attack 

  The king and queen rejoice in their love

The jester sees truth because he's above 

So what if this poem sucks a big ass

It's ok if you hate me -  it's all I ask

  Where do souls coincide in this place or that

Where does love exist so big and so vast

Hoping you can save me from myself 

I stand on the edge of this giant shelf

  No truth in meaning and meaning in truth 

If I could recreate the lessons I learned in my youth 

I might see the light and keep darkness at bay

But dusk creeps in each new dying day 

  And dawns shows the light that I dreamt in this place

And people I knew don't recognize my face 

The beauty of people is that they love to share 

Unless of course their hurt battered and scared

  I hold and embrace you and soften the blow

The reflection of me is where you can go

In your eyes I see the next full circle era

The next phase  like strong soft supple leather 

  I'm lost and confused and wandering aloud

Don't confuse solace with acting too proud

The ancients they taught us that life is too long

Because we toil and sweat to create what we think strong

  But nothing is permanent and don't get used to the dream

It's all controlled beyond freedoms so no longer dream free

I fester I think I practice too much 

I'm lazy and lacking a disciplined touch

  Shattered and crumbling needing rest from the tide

Seeking meaning in lows and truth within highs

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