Alone, I Am Hole, Together,We Are Whole
Word Symmetry From Asymmetry
I want to remain actively broken,
Until my Last Word is spoken,
When All see The Chain unbroken,
Back, all ways to The End,
Where birth into Eden,
Bespoke of human mortality,
Then The Curse was wrote,
Through harsh contrast Our Story rolled,
Crushed bones, cracked mind sinew,
We rejected ourselves within ANY Garden,
Gothic Emoting splintered I, You, then We,
Shifted from Raindrops or Dew,
Condensed pregnant clouds nourishing,
To ALL PAINFUL REGRET, on Mother’s or Father’s Day,
Almost, NEARLY, has any call cleared yet?
Smugly, never recalling, yet has never ever been,
That any parents job was ever than,
Their children loving, that the pain shouted,
Slyly avoiding their open, rent pain,
Could only mean, wait,…are you recoiling?
That THEY are kids yet, still, no fault of any,
That their cup is as yet unfilled, while we raged,
Every single tear from every eye, in each, or all,
Or any possible year, falling, ever falling,
Bitterness crept into fine jaded jewels,
Worn by the ignorant inept,
The ‘tude on our brow, a fools cone,
Our grandparents sin a caul,
Their blindness to The Evil that did befall all,
When we sat in that metaphorical, existential,
Universally bright corner, cutting upon ourselves,
Bright burning mushrooms ignited, colored gold, silver, fiat,
Crypto neon platinum futures of our own personal near-hells gate,
Stating over the door, in blood,
‘We don’t want to grow up,
Take the neighbors kid instead,
They WANT to suffer!
Rewarded be all other,
They, Me & mine,
WE gonna roll in the golden heather!”
Be grateful for loud cracks of doorways snapped,
As all nodded or stirred, the solitary song of that One,
Nightingale bird, whose song, the word,
Hallelujah!
Hell is actually Heaven!
Once each I Am sits upon The Throne, BURNED, Chosen,
Accepting with great relief, the habituations of marrow,
Within The Now chosen, the Light of the Morningstar’s foot,
Is cloven regardless of intent, what the darkness has meant,
As Sub version in charge, the Dom of Light shall never venture,
Further than Full head down,
No Son of Man may escape, though Deed or Word,
Said was finished, that Dom of Day can only play once,
Arisen from Deep dark Adriatic abysmal water,
IS sprought!
All matter seen first existed as intended thought,
No Son of any Man may ever Man any living Son,
Without having grown up, the absolute uncertainty,
Of living brought, into present day shared play,
The Sacrifice of Finishings From Passover Prayers,
Shall finally sink into understanding Paschal Lamb,
Always lain beside Paschal’s Contrast,
Unequivocal between the logic of being,
The emotion of being lost in Mind or Heart,
Never mattered which, to be The father of a prodigal,
Rather than Prodigal Idiot, all must acknowledge the age,
Of the Father, sure, however, it was always the demonstration,
In action, all is laid bare, that The Father Accepted All,
100% cleared, from beginning to end,
Upon The Son no judgement ever aired, nor required,
Confusion of Grace’s Cloud covering me, muslim, Buddhist, jew,
Once embraced by Each I Am,
Whether Hindu, Taoist, Capitalist, socialist, democrats, Republican ,
City and country folk too ,
He revealed before one,
All from that end to this beginning,
That Hell is Heart or Mind yet lost,
Heaven is a mindful heart in whole body found,
Eternal life is a flow state of shared Now,
Here, yep, you heard right from The Last. Dominoe, which,
Finally flows into falling, a first time’s first riding,
Upon digital cloud servers,
This Poem never ever needed anything viral,
Nope,this one’s gone straight Omega vitamin,
One, which, once you intake, will Alpha your mindful self,
Releasing a shared Word that was In the Beginning,
One’s separation of light from dark, before any day or night,
Which came after the flowering mountain’s subjective gratitude,
From each I Am, as We Recall How We Came to Be,
Once We stopped in our Now and logically considered,
The Paschal that electrified our uniquely perfect singular magnet,
That within Now, …
*remove your shoes you are in sacred ground*
Let feet touch mother earth,
She warmed by father sun in our breathable sky,
All of which came from the dark deep Adrian thought,
Over which the One did tarry prior to setting intention,
Of that very first First, which here is Now, Last, And This Last, First,
‘RELEASE THE FEAR, GRATEFUL TO ACCEPT, THAT WE HAVE BEEN EACH AND EVERY I AM WITHIN THE WE ARE, BE WE ARE,WHICH IS THE. ALL. EXPERIENCED STATE OF ACCESS TO AGENCY WITHIN NOW, THE LICENSE FOR LIFE SAYS TO LIVE LIFE WE MUST BE PRESENT WITHIN OUR LIFE TO ACCEPT THE PRIZE OF THE ETERNAL PRESENCE OF MINE AND YOURS CIRCLING AN I AM HOLE’
Which, timely now ,has a We Are Whole!
Haha,ho,ho, nice yes?
See this in my extended arm, within my hand, yes?
After we bride and groom, take this broom,
sweep out all the floor doom,
We can talk about what’s up, down, and, around,
Now that we are found.
Life has been all about YOU, yes, YOU,
THE most important person on the entire globe,
The ONLY priceless perfectly uniquely expressing You
There has ever been,
Period.
Essential, needed, wanted,
Semper Gumby, y’all,
Through all the WTF & WTH of it all!
What? Me smile?!
Ta-da!!
Fuck yer BURNING parts, love what Truth imparts.
*I’m all the way right…
