#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
open letter to a letter opener
its 2:51
and I dunno if Ricky thinks
I threw a punch at his face
chances are there was probably
some kind of dig there
a jab or something, meaning nothing
probaby didn't think he'd care
I don't remember
didnt mean to send him outta here
either way, no way
mea culpa
its 2:51
and I dunno if Ricky thinks
I threw a punch at his face
chances are there was probably
some kind of dig there
a jab or something, meaning nothing
probaby didn't think he'd care
I don't remember
didnt mean to send him outta here
either way, no way
mea culpa
lepperochan said:open letter to a letter opener
its 2:51
and I dunno if Ricky thinks
I threw a punch at his face
chances are there was probably
some kind of dig there
I don't remember
jab or something, meaning nothing
probaby didn't think he'd care
didnt mean to send him outta here
either way, no way
mea culpa
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Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank my mother, her mother and her mother's mother's mother. gonna leave out the one between those two cos I hear she was a bit of handful. and also baby jesus for growing up and dying like that
above all else, thank you, Blue
Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank my mother, her mother and her mother's mother's mother. gonna leave out the one between those two cos I hear she was a bit of handful. and also baby jesus for growing up and dying like that
above all else, thank you, Blue
The Pagan Hymnal
Small and green like foliage
but etched with symbols of the faith:
a cross with outstretched wings
(one reaching for the spine,
the other that inverted wall of page).
And tucked in each corner -
below, above the joining place
where crossbar meets the vertical -
an as yet un-multiplied fish, a dove,
a sprig of holly, and, like crates emptied
of all but hope, and faith, the baby’s cradle,
still as a shut-away dreidel.
I imagine a similar, pagan hymnal.
Made raw from oakwood bark,
splintering the fingers of
the one who picks it up to read
not of the desert fables wrought
in symbols on the front cover,
but voices heard at night,
offering not certainty, nor even light,
instead communion with grass, a greener sight.
Small and green like foliage
but etched with symbols of the faith:
a cross with outstretched wings
(one reaching for the spine,
the other that inverted wall of page).
And tucked in each corner -
below, above the joining place
where crossbar meets the vertical -
an as yet un-multiplied fish, a dove,
a sprig of holly, and, like crates emptied
of all but hope, and faith, the baby’s cradle,
still as a shut-away dreidel.
I imagine a similar, pagan hymnal.
Made raw from oakwood bark,
splintering the fingers of
the one who picks it up to read
not of the desert fables wrought
in symbols on the front cover,
but voices heard at night,
offering not certainty, nor even light,
instead communion with grass, a greener sight.
Water
When I think of water and its many gifts of surprise
Such a marvelous given blessing in disguise
Spiritual showers from the majestic skies
Hydration to quench, it’s the bodies’ ultimate high
Liquid, steam, or gasses
A treasured commodity enjoyed by all masses
Pure in its element
Irrigation for field crop developments
When I think of water I think of unfiltered knowledge to gain
Umbrellas to combat, during life’s stinging rains
A thirst to know where my seeds were once sown
Crowns of glory unbeknown
Cleansing of the internal soul
Baptism through its rebirth, God’s earthly ultimate goal
When I think of water, is the glass half full, or half empty
Theoretically speaking, interpretation for the mind applied simply
Christening in faith with a drop to a baby’s head
Moses departed the Red Sea and led
Pharaoh’s army expired in its depth
Money, Stones, can never be compared to its wealth
Beautiful Ice Glaziers sculpted upon a watering freeze
Oceans, Rivers, and flowing Lakes settling during a gently breeze
A Swan, Geese, or Duck’s gliding dream as they navigate downstream
Fish swimming in sunken watery schools
Michael Phelps diving into his second home, an Olympian swimming pool
When I think of water and the weightless of its groove
The bubbling current in my Jacuzzi, relaxing muscles, thoroughly soothed
Nourishment of my skin tone to keep it appearing Butter Rum smooth
Beautiful Nile Lagoons
Playfully throwing water balloons
Navy Ships’ Missiles fired in an underwater seize
Torpedo direct hit, no watery escapees from a tight cabin squeeze
No one is mightier than the water, not even the sword
Refugees sailing, the high seas, in the mist of their freedom, American passageway as they explore
Slaughter of the innocence in its angry watery path
Tsunami, Typhoons, Floods, its wicked wrath
Forty Days and Forty Nights
Sunshine was overruled until the Heavenly Creator advised us to get it right
When I think of water, its freedom as it flows
Where it ends its journey only God truly knows
Free for some, however money now is its contributing culprit
You cannot live without it
In stores, unfortunately it costs to get
Water comes in so many flavors
Africa murky depths, their thirst is always wavered
Cannot even dip into a well to retrieve sanitary water to savor
Victimized by standards, I cannot tell you why
Rain dance ceremonies, Spiritual Healers, not helping the villages, no lie
There is water, although, transported by women’s head supporting their jugs
Miles to walk, baby secured on one hip, no comfort in the journey, no nation for a thirstless love
When I think of water, Queen Bithia in the Midrash comes to mind
Drew a basket baby from the Nile, who was later ordained to free the labor of woman and mankind
Therefore, the next time you take a thirst quenching sip
Be thankful you have water to move pass, your lips
Some nations do not have that filtered purity of such
Third World countries’ bottled water sources is not great as much
By the laws of nature, spiritually drink on
Your kingdom come, your will shall be done, on earth as it is in heaven
Always at life’s discretion
And the sea said there were no bounds
Enwrapping the spirit of our beings in such soothing tranquil sounds
NoPoo #30 (12-23-20)
#NoPoo/ 241220/00:48:59
::war- the dawn sun vs the dark python::
dawn after dawn after dawn after dawn after..
holy gods
how tirelessly tired of this
it black demon in sleazy wear
& serial killing spree. each day
to be eating (pythonic) more than a day
by its cold-blooded head in exorbitant
dilations
these cheaply wideopenspread sugary
jellied dirty cabaret lies you glisten...
invitational
of a spinning sizzly hot~ glossy threading
noxious candy flosses
of a meltdown nothings in its trapping indulgence
better you see just at least see
(not jolly good dancing like those spongy~ juicy
lies though)
this me to be hard fasting a holy month
of a month
and all months
of all years of times and beyond
in just absolute truth truth truth truth truth truth
& nothing more nothing less
that adamantine pure soul core this is you see
than your easy naked stealthy neon winky
signalling streetside soul-selling midnight
pulpfictious hawker
now this now
need just need
sleeeeeeep silennnnnccce solittttttuddde
& sunn sunn sunn dawning bright firesunnn
in all truth yes indeed truth a labouring truth
that you never ever know of .. you
subterranean nocturne evil plotters
of dungeon~dark ditchy~ decay times
*pic: web. Hindu mythology. Goddess Kali killing Demons..in the Good Vs Evil Righteous War
The Liberation Of Whispers (NoPoo 42)
Beyond paradise
Existence
Whispers from time itself
An ageless
Yearning reverberates
The allure
Of a holy beauty
Illuminating
The heavens
As if the only angel alive
Blinded by lust
Wanted to tear down
Boundaries
To taste sin
At its purest
The liberation
Of longing
Into pleasure
A measure
Of the physical feeling
Forbidden desires
Given freedom
Sizzling
Passions unbound
In the entanglement
Existence
Whispers from time itself
An ageless
Yearning reverberates
The allure
Of a holy beauty
Illuminating
The heavens
As if the only angel alive
Blinded by lust
Wanted to tear down
Boundaries
To taste sin
At its purest
The liberation
Of longing
Into pleasure
A measure
Of the physical feeling
Forbidden desires
Given freedom
Sizzling
Passions unbound
In the entanglement
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Baring my Soul
Can you hear me?
I'm writing to you now,
never having met you.
Yet, it's so unusual
when I come HERE to write
that it flows... like it does.
Are you smiling down?
a muse of unexpected
perhaps it's just me,
but tonight, I feel you there.
She misses you, so much
You've made an impact on me, through her
Such kindness and warmth,
no wonder
It's been my honor, you know.
There are thoughts...
that we wound have been friends
... for sure.
My heart wishes
.... and I think you know
Season's Greetings 🌬
#NoPoo
12 /23/2020
7:30pm EST
Can you hear me?
I'm writing to you now,
never having met you.
Yet, it's so unusual
when I come HERE to write
that it flows... like it does.
Are you smiling down?
a muse of unexpected
perhaps it's just me,
but tonight, I feel you there.
She misses you, so much
You've made an impact on me, through her
Such kindness and warmth,
no wonder
It's been my honor, you know.
There are thoughts...
that we wound have been friends
... for sure.
My heart wishes
.... and I think you know
Season's Greetings 🌬
#NoPoo
12 /23/2020
7:30pm EST
