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Bells ring, the heart sings god is dead- Love awakes
Bells ring, the heart sings god is dead– Love awakes: The God Man smiles with infinite pain for our sake. O the pain, the dull pain of the mind’s bitter greed That plants and reaps eternally such barren seed. Drown … Continue reading
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After we were colonized and homogenized
After we were colonized and homogenized More or less, we agreed to be mesmerized. We sacrificed and gilded a bull to Progress To atone for the blood of our rapacious lust. O dazzling Future- bury the past with aplomb: May … Continue reading
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Crazy my love for the Lover beyond reproach
Crazy my love for the Lover beyond reproach; Alas for the heart that drinks her poison hooch! She gave me her lips again and again, but now I can’t remember who, or when, or where, or how! My memories have … Continue reading
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The Lord and Master
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Stone breaks to dust
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All the pain behind your laugh and smile
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/51612476″ iframe=”true” /] All the pain behind your laugh and smile Is your grace that destroys our vast denial. What we long thought was your ocean of bliss, We now know drowns us slowly kiss by kiss. How can … Continue reading
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Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby
Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby; Mr Hippo became his unwitting daddy. Mrs Hippo yearned to keep the baby boy Left on their doorstep, but he wanted no such joy. This cute baby hippo inspired his decision That … Continue reading
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All praise to snivel-shits
All praise to snivel-shits: We bow to witless brown-nosers! May we all enjoy the grace of such Genuflection. The scent of such ambition Inspires flattery: All praise to Institutional Ass! (The Master will survive our Shameless praise.)
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Live with a pig and learn how to grunt
Live with a pig and learn how to grunt, And a diet of pork will make you rant! Love for a diva won’t make you sing, But a hunger for soul gives heart wings.
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In The Year of the Water Dragon, good luck
In the year of the Water Dragon, good luck Quacks her way to market like a Peking duck. Power ebbs and dribbles into a big puddle, And confidence dissipates into a muddle. In the last year of the 13th Baktun, … Continue reading
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