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21/05/26
Skipping Reality
A perpetual jump
A rope holding hands
The mechanics of a stop watch
Affecting the actions of
Slaves to time
~~~
Can we do this quickly
I’ve been doing this for hours
I’m so bored
The typewriter keeps
Saying something
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Backspace
Escape
20/05/26
19/05/26
Put A Lid On It
Seven lights of a red tattoo
Swamp gas or lantern balloons
Whoever heard of a swamp in the desert
The static flow on a VHS
A centred object projecting itself
A myriad of distances a personal relationship
Fracturing realities of a whole city
Were they the experiment
They said put a lid on it
The blues brothers know all
How
Did
They
They took what no one knew about
Tapped phones loosen the bowels
A framed green xenomorph
Just for fun they explained
How
Could
They
Put a lid on it
High Strangeness
Paranormal Activities
Structured Authority
Stand-up Comedy
Ordered Reality
Again
Uplifting Somber
A broken heart can break all things
A broken mind can break others and the self
Self compassion a panacea
Healing requires pain
Pain requires healing
Give yourself a chance
Even when others won’t
Light cannot exist without darkness
Darkness without light
Don’t give up the fight
Walk the talk that’s right
18/05/26
17/05/26
Question Of The Day
If All The Politicians In Parliament Had To Put Up Their Hands If They Have Ever Done Recreational Drugs, Do You Think They Would Legalise Them?
16/05/26
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09/05/26
Notre-Dame de Paris
Our Lady of Paris, Why, did you Burn?
You’ve been Loved by Generations, as the Centuries, did Turn.
Some say you don’t Deserve your Restoration, that Most Others, do Yearn.
Our Hearts are Broken, Our Lady, Why did you Burn?
You were Consecrated, to the Beloved, Virgin Mary,
Sacred to your Young, but for Some, this Means means Nothing.
But to others, your Violation, is Against the Almighty.
Let’s Look through my Words, and Glean, that you’re Worth Something.
If it can be Understood, you were the Finest, of French Gothic Architecture,
A Century off a Thousand Years Old, not Romanesque, but Later.
Your flying Buttresses, Unique, and Innovative,
Rib Vaults, Sculptural Decoration, are Inspirationally Contemplative.
You Graced Gay Paris, with your Bouquet, of Rose Windows,
Heavenly Lit and Stained, and Elegantly, gleEnormous.
Those that don’t See, all the Beauty, Think we should Bulldoze,
But would you Cut Down, an Ancient Tree, Old Buds of the Miraculous?
Those Stellar Buds, Sowed Seeds, of the Divine,
Manifested in Minds, Twelve Million, visits a Year.
If you’ve Never Been, your Thoughts, are Crystalline,
Obfuscating Others, with your Memes, that aren’t Sincere.
Those Ignorant, to its Cultural, Sublimation.
Let’s make their Tongues, more Sensitive, and Alkaline.
Unless we Live There, we can’t Speak, for Their Nation.
Forever may Change, a Historic Scene, and Skyline.
I Hope with all my Heart, Quasimodo, can Again Ring that Bell,
Cleansing the Air, from this Smokey, Acrid Smell.
Let’s Blazen ahead, and Not Let, our Lady go to Hell.
Let’s rebuild, so Quasimodo, can Again Ring that Bell.
08/05/26
07/05/26
Thought Pollination
Back when it began
Something sang
A Sub-atomical soup sprang
it was the big bang
Time and space grew
Atoms did spew
God’s way knew
That particles slew
Boson formed
Novelty dawned
Time and space fawned
Reality spawned
As the spiral unwound
There was a sacred sound
The idea would confound
Matter was abound
It took spirit and science
To be in alliance
A Priest was silenced
By Einstein’s non-compliance
It was latter proven
Einstein was approving
Science was improving
Understanding was moving
Much later on
There was a new song
Everyone sang along
It came from a bong
No cold crunch anymore
More space was in store
That ocean knew no shore
Do you want to know more
Dark energy was pushing apart
Everything from the start
Sub-atomical fart
The new particle is Maat
Horus knew from the beginning
That Maat was singing
Sub-atomical weight into being
Dark matter no one was seeing
Much later on
When they stopped singing that song
The view of every galaxy was gone
Was it the Higgs Boson
Time and space got thin
The light was very dim
Your head will spin
No this isn’t a sin
A massive space was made
In the infinity glade
Maat got her spade
And a new universe was made
It happened again
And spacetime did mend
There is never an end
Maat’s song was back again
This happened in many places
Maat’s multiverse amazes
Just separated by spaces
New knowledge always glazes
This came from spirit
Please give them merit
Mythos is inherit
Can you bear it
06/05/26
05/05/26
04/05/26
03/05/26
Found You In A Dumpstar
Schizophrenia is an Teserractle mind
4 Dimensions in form
Distraught from the chaotic paradigm
Heal with the bargaining of Arabs
Money costs a lot
Can we have something positive tomorrow
Adoration awaits in the dreamless sleep of Narcoleptics
My heart breaks for the modern break dancers
Don’t fry my brain on medicine
Give me something that shines
Love is what I need
02/05/26
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