The Stable of my bodhi (began out defectiVe)

A/N: ** between these parts ** is the process of someone reacting internally to a discussion about God. The quote in the belly of the poem beginning, "God creates out of nothing..." is from Soren Kierkegaard

He speaks pleasantries in wakefulness

Ever thankfulness grace the studies of his heart

How-ever Yet his, concordant intentions bring nothing

No Blue-grass fruit that isn’t sentimentally hauntingly oranged

** Mention of understanding was his daint were to be coveted surpassively:

Ever-but-less;

Trivia Accounts for Knowledge in the Contented heart.

1,000 & this one’s Life behind some other ear structure quoted,

An unreasoning pontificate doth thee form.

They see the monster (a Lion declares its roar)-)-) connecting Yah Bosom ((

A Shockwave material-eye-zed, “The Nerve!!

On some scrawny, deliberated boy,” But “But to Point his logic Out the door would be

To lash at the universe:

this engagement is scrambling my breast:

“How dare he (pretend to) Intearrogate me!?!!"  - It ices over

~ ~ ~ ‘The Glaciers of~ConviCtion GRindd’ ~ I’m interminally seething

“How small was my vice, until i ran into this StronGbox!-”

These of artless blue eyes, His unearthly grip.

“My eyes as always were Serving previously , but oh Vile clear boy! vile stung & dancing Day- -~

What curse you bring!”

I was gardening among the nights’ stars, I dressed them by lantern-light

When in some sick shift

My vision locked horns with P….p & my constellational horo-scoping withered

in proximity of the Sun

“It started in a Defective Mindset

but with enough frantic desperation the Universal and most supervisional Trust

+;+;+;throws you down into the Cables of Stability-~-~-~”

Quackery that Invisibility stuff, I am no Handicap, surely dance or sing, We

AbOuND in fread-   -O’MeN    \:But if you don’t Decisively feel a wealth of love you’re frozzz-en 

--Cadaverous --

And tho you might tell yourself that’s all you need **

You’ll find yourself reachin’ back for more hands-on items

sMitten & poSSeSSiVe St}rick|en {

Now: To persOn Ally Live is to Fortify a Presence in some other LiFeForm,

and, when Hell’s a fable to the philosopher

Altruism is always halfway to Heaven.

See, The simple inherit people, the same powerless people

None of Whom have the capacity to play a real Hero; anxious of The silence behind EpitaphS;

For to settle where we are early in Life would be an injustice to the rest of the essence;

leafing through historical contexts: Arthritic;

Eu-logic acts Deft to accompany soft sorrowes tombward & defend one’s graciousness -

and though not Here anymore, as a life may be mulch’d in ash,

It’s only for reason of talking with unSir real , that the majority believes that

at that point all our fortune goes

Optimism without really knowing the dead one’s destinNation, is contrived

but this, the Conservation of Matter declares must be preserved : ‘

Wombward ‘twas that person born BEYOND joints’ rust,

where marrow, clean_has been bled by bone:

The heat you Feel prowling The Atmosphere testifies it to us all

Strongholds (lo`ck’d) chainge the subdoer of Hard Time into cannibal“ism’s futile doubt

thru omissive powerlessness (that is, CapziXing )

unable to Keep situated Because youth must fold properly in compliancy toward All Else elder

Or as age increases, Affronted for revisiting What’s re

known to your memory Banks is Persuasion to feed from The Under Hand

for the most part

I sucked in insignificance’s bodhi, it was He Who Left No Tracks on The Wind, & little col’me

teething on the confines of the sky,

Restart? Refresh! Redo?!! Violincia strips the coat

Of the rat running to get aboard Starships ~ to have license supreme, to be Commander&Chief

Is it not Thus: to gain betraying words & affiliated status; to cover the standard model of thy nakedness?

My head went to the ground.

it was better to Rumple against my Stilt-skin, & venture

& Quest, & Burn, & cheat, & hurt, & waft in the stink of smoky vacillation

to iNfect wherE disenchantment ends ~

For at ends there shall “certainly Always” begins,

But if you can’t or don’t make any more ends…

How shall you ever get refreshed again?

The very stone-cold, corn-holed Hunger that inspired Vesuvius

Vomited itself toward the atmosphere & warped its MOUNtainous Stead

And that’s when restraints shattered without cropping the stocks from off me;

At realization that Here is Anywhere:

For the chambers of my Betrothed unfurL not in time

But are plotted in substance Forever &

thin air

for the Priest has anointed me:

Once, the flesh Hustled to hold more syntheticly produced creed

But heck! My self-thrillment was abusing an excuse not to let

my spirit be awaked ‘

To excru/R?{ci?at-ing, soft, coddling, cordial light

tweedling’in through the Hit N’RUN chinks } :

Howbeit i don’t know when my cushy pavilion suite & the games

Of Wondersome awe adoration N’ FaScination, obsession with compulsion that seemed I had

two of me

--disheveled

into a

DuNgeon

&Whom with this misanthropic sickness evicted glimmerous childhood glee -

These days

With Glowing chains

i adorn my neck with cerebral fever ,

My hair & wrists wreathed in jewelry -

I need cast no hissss my Tormentor’s Way…

for in the cauldron...   the revisitations & susurrations of Pompeii’s dragon   ... gRowl

Still a joyous, flurrious anticipation assumed he

So that in his ABlaZE absession he shot up heavily as a perphlume Over the city:

For wings it had smoke, for fAULt; extremely ClaNDesTine (but it was anger)

It crippled the Sun, the stars were physically reduced to liquids -

recaptured as A necklace of = mediating lights swept up in its nostrils,

It expelled its un = complementary convex notion fire belly paragon inside.

The Immeasurability of Him

Gladly he was seen slashing his Dignity into omittance /expelled into his rightful place

As he sang the infinitum song he had never intended to keep secret, rather share:

It’s just Too many saw smoke and Ravaging

In what was really The price of Dismantled armor’s Acumen

For He had all of knowledge to teach: but first he had to undermine us

if we got hung up

gawking at things In this Museum called earth

during painted Daylight - - - in darkness I reach back through clouded covers

wY~ZEet sense-i in-Grain?

Nevertheless His feat stamped Hisstory’s blinding citation w/ alacrity bold

And those feet left no trackSson the Winds in their Time, cause

They called Him impossibility, a Myth

and some - perhaps jealousy over time, opposition to This Bigshot?

for Their tongues abhorr’d tastes like veggies

of essential nutrients they couldn’t stand to ingest- - -as their Stomaches-Sat-Loaded -

Alone fully bogged-down, The Sugar, worked to suck the sting out their bones

it’s all only Composition:

OUR MOTORMOUTH KEEPS US FROM FADING INTO NOTHING RIGHT?

Look at what I can do, look at my desire I can will to life!

Few peers in the mirror like your innovative spirit as much as it swells with you Inside

And if they do you are left to guess how much they actually love you

Oh no, be it far from your family members to not sometimes fight against you too

Where now is triumph’s horn alone?

Well we see Fire appiles itself to Destruction; but it blankets its charred hounds

Why would you want it in your veins?

As creatures we did not do the creating & only beat the air if we go about life

hoping for humans to always be with us - and always be happy with who we are

I think that’s the Greatness of being dejected by the world; The Dragon’s wings

do not have to free with fire & Lightning,

but fans the warmth of freedom

“God creates out of nothing. Great, you say, impossible to obey. Yes, to be sure

but he does what is still More wonderful; he makes saints out of sinners.”

In every case and every time

let’s think B4 we Mentaliate withholdinG core-Elations as The Almighty’s Treason

the Upended’s Hardships infused are undone by fun-loving antics.

The Kiss of death is His tricky opposite & veils hyped up exotic look, within

toxic Vivacities

We know you’re gonna have it read your way or not at all redd

Except how much I would wager on your Teachers’ Caution-isms

Your non-Conformist-isms

Ever mAy be RUMBbling,- - but Vapid- , Overpressured to MisIdENtiTY, faking, mocking our own Single crock pot where we rehash our talents:

:CAUSE IT'S ALL WE GOT!:

You seem nonchalantly very scared to have a Shay’s Rebellion ‘gainst much in there

As for me,

I accede I am espoused to a lonely stretch of island

for I Stand Comforted, as if a creature that has wings

By a Famed Courage- even ‘longside cowardly boundary

- since this Pursuer i am loves to pock itself

& devote my Shoulder 2 Looping my future around my Purse past,but -

Memories mistell impressions of who’s what’s   [| dust can’t feel pain, still that’s where we’er from:

wISE it in-grain’d for me Sensai?/?/ ?/





-   during daylight - - -i have leashed my heart to sunset velveteen Colors

how your breath intercepted the pores on My neck, , , My vision, , ,

simply, deflated, into nothing, into one, into, Everything





How nothing i can say abro:Gates the lights on your sky end ...

toward them, i still ascend, Wriding, to learn; I will keep fallin - for Lumin’d chains;

reGlowwering gifts of hurt i didn’ see

‘til ‘Twas healed

Invisible at first; priceless jewels that were cementing my mind from tapping out

Nature’s law is season

Although dualities lodge in the open:

There are treacheries on the slopes, yet the echoes touch’d bring soundness crisp

Whirlwinds come, but they’re guaranteed to pass for some

Such temporal things as degree of living will be unemployed vassals in a hurry

You can pay any peasant, but can you even feed any princes?

After death’s shadow becomes an entrenched dream,

Or a banner of Gold is in hazes, by vapors of silver

          +#*       mystified

There, will be no one to hear what your will is

noBodhi was teaching CoN-Fines (e)’nd HeAvIneSS were needed

Albeit while they said “it builds character,” they fought to fight it

Not seeing character has no means to an end... except in loving people

Because it’s Loving Our Father

To hell with the monKeY-Jigsaw conceivings, and the lip warships amissly de-Vined:

The very source from within dead space resonates like untold magic to the kid of how the goodies

Get INTo the easter egg

Could all the laughter in the world but the Christian’s be tears?

The Whole Book’s sorrows the Christian

will have

But the laughter with Benevolent Hand in hand.

Safe from diverse SlavedriverS is his riches!1?!

My darkest hour became my Refinist

Noticing the micro & the Macro ; ; ; ; Knocking all my cells with scorched towers of canyon haematids ~ See the Illogical disproportion to every formula - Y it works is still unsearchable !

How Thus my being was MAGNIFiED

in God first bringing me loss!!!!!!