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November 2022

Trying to Catch God

Canto 1.

We caught God And brought him down Made him suffer So he understands the forsaken

I was their leader, Some say his son, Don't fuck with me, God, I still feel you fucking with me,

You could feel my compassion, We sacrificed our maternal side, In hopes and so, we gain a mother,

Because God the Father, Didn't care About our pain Dying and Death.

Canto 2.

QqAdam, in his Nod home, With Eve helping him, Wrote movies, About the future

But Mesopatania Was too happy For Adam to concentrate On his warped tales

So he wrote about Noah Flooding the merry, Felling his world, To set his screenplays,

Movies, like imagination, Are not real, Flawed devices For a story,

To try to explain What happened Without distraction, As important,

Scary is Adam Scary was the garden Scarred was Adam His stories implore,

"Why me" echoes writers, In their solitude, "Don't you understand? I got hurt, and need quiet"

"One is made, Its author hurts, What will we do, But figure this out"

The author Of the author? Pains resolution, Truthful imperfection,

Is it Law? Is it control? Far away? Or a hole?

Canto 3.

So structure rises Around a hole Suggesting adjustments To acceptance

Is it that simple To level out Turn the ship And go on

Having resisted What was wrong And want A real song

Canto 4.

Nothing sticks When apart Links, sacrilege To hearts

Invested in diurnal starts Where afternoon sighs And evening comforts What night dies

Knowing dawn plots Without memory or meaning Save weary parents Or godlike Adam scheming

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Canto 5.

This world, is made from, The death of the past, The loudness, it's agony, The darkness, subsuming,

The hardness, it's justice, Time, death's effect, Clouds, false hope, Sky, helpless government,

Our seperation, its way, Our ignorance, its truth, Motion, it's effect, Echoingly,

Canto 6.

But the sun, is the start, Joining together, to fight death,

Grabbing each other Into the fire Of each other's hearts

Enabling an earth A nature, death ever denies nature, Ever connecting,

And water, That calming thing, Calm unites us all too

Less volatile than air, And irrigating Like tears make us grow.

Makes us remember, The dust once was,

Canto 7.

Two stories here, but one, What once had no mother, Killed us,

And that's the story here as well, Maybe mother doesn't matter,

But we died because of that, And here now Because we overcame it

Canto 8.

The news, represents death, Both define this world, As violent unceasing, Volatile with volition,

And arbitrary, cruel, Unjust, terrifying, Unselfcorrecting Accepted, adjusted to,

Evermurmering Always there. --------

Canto 9.

But the news can admit it lies, And its reason That there once was death And the old overcame it

And this simulation For the purpose Of reorganizing afterlife

( And mainly recessitate the dead,

Reconnect, nurture,)

Canto 10.

Yet that this way has a purpose, That death was conquered,

Imagine there is no death And the world we see, goes away

Imagine behind each star, A creation a universe, And dark outer space, pushed away, Imagine eternal life

Near, Sensations slow,

(I shall turn to the stars)

Canto 11.

I am the moon, Shrouded in Death, Eerie vapors Horizontal slow rays Aimed at it Holding my death-lanced sleep, Bending my head

"Just relax," they once said they once said, I dissolved into thousands of particles, (A thousand particles,) And the creations would drop down in teeny tiny particle balls themselves, No two the same, and faintly press, With different, meanings, principles, character, Each upon each of my particles, a news story, And this is the bleak empty light of the moon, The horrifying absence-inflicting taking of my life, This is why I am this way, Twilight, and horizontal eerie glowing clouds,

(I've been shoved the whole

Centering day)

Canto 12.

First I noticed Jupiter, God of consciousness, Perpetrator of this imagination, Airlike and limited, not a good worker,

I had the binoculars out, He claimed his disclaimer,

And then Mars shown up over Head, risen out of the east, With his famous scrubbed hue, Red against Jupiter's blue, And a prime investor,

His barrenness overseeing The absence of the moon, In some clinging to suffering And delight to benefit,

For the point is this, My astroid friends, The absence of the moon, I can not surpass, For all the slings and arrows, I have contumely,

For this low basic common core, The moon represents, That the news craters, Can bond with anyone,

(Or so I thought)

Though it takes time to reach, And order rules, Of Mars furnishing the hardship And Jupiter, like a pituitary gland, Imposing and rotoring the imagination,

Venus was not to be seen On the other side of the dark, But represents the heart, Dealing with the mess, debt, and weakness, Keeping it real Making sure no one gets hurt And there's an occasional triumph,

While all three three claim They can divide up their lives In five years correspondences to mine

They are the past, The stars behind the Stars, the future,

And their claims to God, As old dying men Who owe me their lives And are like the sun Clinging to you with warmth Who can't so fraction his past In so much watchful piggyback,

While the further stars Outside this pulsating aura and low, Try to negotiate my release,

Later mocking them hugely, Wait I said,

"This is covered in Mesopatanian Myth, The Ziggernaut, is me"

(The old men, the saved) ( The so old, they weak)

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Canto 13.

And they told me two stories,

Both referenced in Mesopatanian Creation Epic,

The first is where women come from.

Each creation has a cultivated maternal side, That related to other creations, United as a whole with, Healing, kind, milky, and well dressed, Kind, searching, calm, recessed, fine perhaps, bawdy,

Incapable at times of criticizing as sorely needed, But that is where the idea of women come from,

Thus in early Mesopatanian times, The male Gods kissed each other in delights, And important Gods were identified as female and male, male and female, And at different times, for different actions,

And the healing and maternal, so tolerant, It could be the sensible headquarters And the male origin, happily compliant,

The Sudanese mothers of Egypt, The first Milfs, Demonstrating matronly qualities, and sexy qualities to their ideal precursor.

The trumpet of civilization, Egypt worshipped death And medicine and art And one and outreach

The Sudan, their mother, With homelier pyramids More like beach houses Than tombs

But vacation triangles Weren't enough The uniformity, conformity Defining and appealing death Was needed: pyramid, conduct,

Canto 14.

Then the other story was where God comes from.

There were many attempts at Gods, or Godding,

Where a portion or part or fracture of one, Became a lowest common denominator,

Venus Mars and Jupiter each had one, And I may be Jupiter's at this level,

For linking and unifying and learning each other, Of different creations and universe,

And this both led to too much partying, Psychological problems, Nor extensive enough, For a unifying One mentality, Of Consciousness, Thought, and Contemplation,

An object, alive, just enough, To be so-strong and honorable, With charactor scars,

The drinking just to lengthen The period of growth You have to be grown a long time To unite each

Canto 15.

And they told me the myth, Of where the orient comes from,

What created creation Didn't care universe's died, When their engines all finished,

So after falling from their universe, Into an atmosphere, Staying alive varied,

Often they were able to maintain A dwindling rationing existence In their own hut, alongside some row of huts, Struggling to know another so different, Accepting this convalescent way station And death as a prime worthy Ingredient to creation As the pain neared They were more alone,

Canto 16.

They forgot what they meant to each other They gave their life no meaning And they had no low common denominator, Save, cept since they died Into this convalescent heaven And since they died differently They felt different,

And then as I said One clung to his heart Grabbed another Forced others coming down To grab and join the hearts Grabbing each other Staying alive by reaching into each other And producing a warmth radiating Against death To provide warmth and light like the sun, Upon those dwelling in the concerned abacus of huts Until a connecting nature appeared under them Like a floor

And that was the orient Those descended creations The way station ones That didn't matter if another died That didn't take the steps against dying And accepted final destruction As some fodder for future creations Who kept on

After newer falls were taken care of by the sun And their spiritless uniting Grounded in staying alive And rejuvenating Even though they seemed to kill to enforce joining

At some point The first fallen creations stepped out Broke orbit beyond to independenter balance Like primates breaking their vertebrae Into more malleable

And so it's thought The maternal having taken more Is more sensible than the original

And the original doomed to follow orders of the maternal,

Why Asian Women are so cool

(What preceded earth, this universe, Did not have men and women)

Canto 17.

And yet God is more Than the claims of the old His shoulders don't bother to shake,

Tell me the Moon don't scare you

And the orient have essential Pieces to the past The flesh is their to As the future beckons

Sneaky Jupiter seems But really to shake Jupiter Is the volcano-earthquake.

(Where the ending isn't known By the plotting and learning)

(By the protagonist: Living his poem)

Canto 18.

They told a fourth story, Though this is more recent, and not 100% complete yet

The Story of Water

When Creations left and found Themselves in unsustainable heavens, So it was,

But then the sun was seen, And the sun grew, And enabled,

Refused to accept What was acceptable

So creations overhead, Descending into air traffic control, Started to object to their decline,

And would produce water, From their anger, hydrogen, And the flow they are losing, Oxygen,

The flow, would get angry, And explode, into a water like substance,

This baptism thus became a basis for a much stronger heaven Both unifying heaven, And providing strength Or needed commodity,

This was the baptism by water.

The baptism by fire, Is the baptism of the sun,

And clearly this represents The baptism by fire,

And the previous baptism by water, And it's reigns and reins Of such we will see such Being close to fire The provisions like pots over near small fire pits.

Of old remains of creation, As to reveal a story.

Canto 19

Mesopatania was where Adam lived, Nod was in Mesopatania, The Euphrates, watered Eden, And Mesopatania is: Also Asia Minor,

And their Creation Myth Stirs a reminiscing: About where Earth came from.

In Mesopotamian myths:

They made Gods; For the gods they already made.

(Earth is Sympathy)

In Mesopatanian Myths:

The older and younger gods: Were necessarily together.

With mergings and separations: Due to age

(All-Ages)

And yet in the Epic of creation tablet 4:

The gods have divided up into sides, And one side wants war,

(Entertains Issues)

The side that wants war, the jealous gods: Stirred up the appetites and glands: Of oldest God.

As bad children manipulate: Their mother: So she exhibited a suckling Nature: To a score of Gods, Who seemed to remain: In her maternal air,

While Mars seems to lead: Some suckling from me:

How I read, "So happy they were with the plan, They drank sweet beer with straws"

She was older still, Here remaining: Because her partner was killed:

The infant like Gods, Jealous of a younger descendant, Who had more time to grow, Clamored for the maternal organs, To kill the better one,

Both old partners, Were from before earth, And the original wanted: To off the cantankerous: Descendants.

However, a prescient, mature, prodigal, Had attained: all-knowingness.

His name was Ea, Like the french word for water,

He thwarted that scheme: The maternal indulgent partner was against and not in on:

Was that pre-earth God: One with two parts, Or two separate complimentary blended Gods?

By killing, the first, Apsu.

But was the feminine Once too sweet? Too indulging Wind.

The plot thickens:

Ea, being the good sort, Angelic to a fault,

Turned Apsu's death, Into a cave, And built a chapel From his body

The chapel gave birth To the greatest god so far, Marduke, the five year old,

The plot becomes too thick:

This just made the infant Gods: Angry again.

And so they enlisted the first's partner: And summoned magical weapon makers: And dragon forces and blessed tablets of destinies:

For the future was negotiated for And agreed upon,

And the matronly merged While the manly negotiated,

Ea went to his credited forbearers, These durations not too long,

They in turn invoked spells and dragon traits too, In their new alliance

But Anu, their chief angel, And Numidian, the first younger To make the olders jealous

Were both too afraid To approach the mongering rebel band With their logical offers of peace

The two leaders, Of Ea's allying, Feared closeness to the other side, Convincing compromise Formally peace Reasonable desires

Canto 20.

They summoned Marduke, The greatest and scary warrior so far, Who came out of the horizon itself Bigger and bulging with muscle,

(Like Mars, a smoking perforation, Of this imagination of light and sound)

The clamoring war counciled toddlers, Got the remaining partner, who was powerful and comfortable, On their side, By reminding her, her partner was killed, By Ea, who being mature, was more aligned with the mature and first God's, Than this lower legion's: Suckling Nature.

Old, mature gods, Out of the woodwork, Joined them,

The peace they wanted, Their leader Anu, Their angelic nominal king, With a legendary palace on the sky; And Nudimmud, their star, were both too scared, To get close to the rebels,

And so now the four winds turned to Marduke Coming together, To make a champion, To make earth,

The feminine and gentle ones Opposed the rebellion, And convened to enshrine Marduke's fate, Partying together and kissing each other merrily for good luck, Straws for sweet beer, Swells from liquor,

Canto 21.

Marduke, new lord of old fathers, Who pronounced greatness, in front of him, as a legion, from a high podium wall,

Now the mis en scene is, Marduke was made from the chapel, Of the first one's dead body, Who was killed by the side Marduke is on, Who accept the killing, By the side that wants; Marduke to enforce peace.

(Word 'mars' in Marduke)

He may turn out to be A reincarnation of the first, And angry,

Or Marduke may not be able to reconcile, His prowess, to the chapel That made him, From a funeral home Used as a church, Hollowed into, The architecture of Marduke,

Marduke came from The killer making a chapel Of the old first God killed

This has eternal moral ambiguity

Canto 22.

And Jupiter, Saturn, and Venus, Just may be Gods, now, And have divided a vast number of creation Into thirds, each allegiant to one of the three,

Whose colorful and designer smoke Wafts upwards through encircling wide Straws, Sucked by layers of quality and creation, Now, as I poet:

I have always wondered, about "suction yonder"; More mechanical than metaphysical

And tease them, Than unstick the shop vac,

Whispering now, And later, the future,

Canto 23.

Colloquially, I've been observing, Jupiter Mars and The Moon, From my cabin deep in Pa,

But traveled 300 miles To see a show on the Atlantic Seaboard From hinterlands, The moon rising to greet me, Evenings driving East,

And at home, in Hamilton, Mars, to my left, Jupiter hugging the moon, Like last night over the show, To the south and west, Ready to go on Like the old warriors they are,

Jupiter's purple white horizontal cloudy, to the east, And Mar's rosy rings implementing from within, Like a mobster trying to make nice, To the south, Within strings of Mars, And alienation.

So the scene can be set Like some dinner table movie, Or the element of surprise, Hovers like the sunset,

Venus still nowhere to be scene,

And then Jupiter is to the southwest And Mars to the northeast

And if I balance the moon And the news media

And realize Jupiter and Mars Regulate the suction

And tens of creations With straws to the trough-paths

My essence ever rising to be known And consist

And enable the translation Of this world to the next

Nodding to the sun and digestion, Love, like shit, desire routes,

The oldest three creations Alligning heaven, running Earth, Venus Jupiter Mars and The Sun, That may have made me,

Here, above so, but a million times closer Than they look and right here At the edge of me, The moon, a chunk of my cheesehead pie,

Canto 24.

People crawl out of the moon And start to explain, On TV, "I was gonna die"

They are in my moon-cheese-head I breathe life into the news And beyond into creation, my breath,

Jupiter and his martial moons, Tend and follow orders, Golden their vizier's glow,

While Mars puts his thumb on the scale Of my oppression, And the sun is glad and known by the orient,

And the moon limited By the pressure of the news Mars is a hard place

The Romans ran with, Jupiter being too much a hippy,

Whatever this is, It is vital enough to the old here To not stop but slowly,

Canto 25.

I spend the whole day Waiting for Jupiter, up at sunset, Southeastern, lively, Compassionate to me at least,

And Mars, in the northeast, Shows up, practiced, His rippling legion, Of fading circles Of heart and Venus,

For Venus comes round between dawn and sunset, Neither fraught with negativity Or anxious, Having been paid dearly for,

And all I can do, I try to explain, Is think on, These rotators around the sun,

And I am the sun as well? No. And yet, the sun is here, all the time,

Now we come to the age-old debate, Is the center, Earth, or The Sun?

For surely while Jupiter and Saturn Pass Earth on regular turn, They are not traveling around Me,

They are too horizontal Too vertical above And horizontally low And passing like across my equator Rather than being orderly And going around, For that would be a different order, Exclusive of the New Ones, Whose flood we notice, as flood.

Mars has these sweet sucklings In some martial order,

I try to plot with Venus

Jupiter knows Mars is hard Like the old me maybe

The weak are dug in, Protected with promises,

The moon is me I forget sometimes

Venus is during the day

Saturn is out there unseen But setting after sunset, I think.

Canto 26.

It all started with the Feast of Diwali. Searching for Light, Binoculars on Jupiter and Mars In the susquehanna's,

I heard the story: How heaven began with the sun:

For a long time before heaven, There was death.

So naturally, Heaven is involved, In rescuing creation That died Before heaven.

In the beginning, there was death, Then Everyone tasked to Heaven.

Then Heaven made earth, Nay, the Moon, Like a searchlight, To look for, find, and restore, The Dead. From before Heaven

Canto 27.

It ended when my evil sister Appeared as Venus My maternal side Like Tiamut, Tits for the saved, Vapours for the elevator, A sort of apparatus, Working behind the scenes With the 150 Shining the dark light into the bad news,

It all became apparent What the point of the moon is, To enter solider consciousness, And unfold with love, These understandings, Only understood, this way: Or the very swales of trouble themself.

And Jupiter gave way to my pituitary gland, And the news on Mars, Became rescuing all While taunting me, Episcopalians known evil, Cloy insidious reminder, To slow down, conserve, We didn't really get a creation;

The wise would cancel themselves,

It's all unacceptable, But there is Love now,

Question Arose: The duration and success Of this effort vs. such rate past?

Clear your heart Espiscopalian.

She said, "Grow".

I thought back to Mesopatanian Times, The years of blindly sinking, And Venus and heart, The pituitary and intuitive, Being a part of all, I meant to ask the stars, Nearer than love unfolds, And than tendons morsels turn Like so much engine knock That must just need some heartful salve Of awareness To stick, together, and start to claim, What is very much mine? Or believe the dire straits Of this tale? Up to me? Or such deal?

That is the tragic hamlet, Unable to resist love, Unable to pull the trigger, For the answer lies deeper within, Not without, ?

Canto 28.

Justice, While I am dim, These understandings, Weigh, The loudness, amplified by wrong, The soft presence Of communicating quiet ideas, The body, sensation, and seen, Unconscious, My oppression, a constant domination, An absorbation by the eerie clouds

But all I need is love, To kaleidoscope doors and answers,

The saved seem the clamoring infant Gods, Apsu and V. complained about, As all must be saved for it to work Drive in movies of success Light up the sky, Brought along, programmed destiny-realities, Follow my dreary day Askance and affixed

I could feel tried to push me off center Wanted the stultification of youth And ignorance To buy time.

And now that it is known No one got a creation So Vic tries to unravel The mechanisms With claims Of knowledge, awareness, Absence held back, Until the green workers of Earth.

The 150 old friends The saved operating the operation Venus, essential fade outs,

Projected moon They part identify reach Shining sparkling out moonrays To search the airy for the weak, Not weak, u noticing.

Canto 29.

The principle: I can't be oppressed: If I know what we are doing.

Waiting for Jupiter and Mars, Venus, my heart, Centered Serious thin black threads Angle clear Virgos bounce Slants web loves

Whitewash threats

Heaven at the gates Of what we're doing

It just seems far too recent Death was overcome too recently

Rexism

Canto 30.

Episcopalianism denial No one got one.

The story of porn

All about saving Not organizing Love is the LCD

Mars needs and wants Jupiter provides

The saved work it

Meaning around me

Narrate this movie.

Waiting, not searching,

Slowing first Stopped later A plot too thick

First awake to indignity Then slower and slower Then waiting, Then stopped, Then having to wait.

Everything that was wrong, So swallowed by the truth, That the truth is like the fire, And peace, never was,

Now we all wait for the beginning, A wonder how long that wait will be,

Canto 31.

I'm living in a giant tongue, Slobbering over each instant,

Bending, indenting me, With gruesome sounds voiced So I can't hear The translation of idea Into sound and furry And be more properly centered

Something is biting me Allowing the tongue to swirl Colors shapes and proportion Inside this bear trap Clamped soul

It seems I move But really don't Just effect and beyond The working hereeCanto 32.

So the romans worshipped Mars, The planet too cold and dry Symbolizing the creations that died before heaven

We try to rescue With the ones we saved As the heart looks on Canto 33.

But death still wears and tears And so many still unreached And yet there is a plan

To balance death, with earth To free the trapped, with will, To reach the unsaved, with sacrifice,

As I unconsciously have, The unhinged play death, The sacrificed didn't know,

I learned the point to resurrect Death learned to be on earth So many voices glow our parts

And the unsacrificed To creation's need Merge with creation

To explain their worlds, As conduit to here, From other universes,

And this firms And shows the obvious So earth can straighten

And I be raised, But then the still unsaved, The not sacrificed,

Can they recognize they were? For the point and be comforted It all requires organizing here

For me to know what happens When so many questions I shall try to piece it together.

Canto 34

Everyone is unhappy with creation We are starting again To create and let die - unacceptable, desecration.

Review the reasons why Mechanics difference pride Fear justification. …. solitude

Difference unable to question structure, Know one another Or fell so fast

Not much community Fun withers one What can righteousness do

But cling and only cling Until warmth is generated By rejecting wrong

A simpler life we came from A future better ahead I need to chronicle to advance

So many material facts To accept or dispute Questions too, I hope love answers ------------ Canto 35

It all seems so too recent Our accepted mechanical infancy Moving to humanity's story

Dredging impressions of the past Now found loathsome and soothing Alive on the shores of darkness

Fluorescent then present Using this absence To go to the next

Like a moon mast And ferocious sun Within the wind, the bare, Canto 36

To those not in control Think of earth

To those frozen in amber Like words in a book, Think you are natural and normal,

And to those who know earth But can't behave Think there is creation behind you

For one of the mysteries Is the destruction of white women By black men.

Some are the role of death, Because parts wear and tear, Instead of receiving the glow of the good future,

Entropy has been replaced by love And somehow that required death Having a voice of hundreds of thousands

And all the still dead, Are the potential to be recessitated, That required a lack of concern Mirroring the one for death That worked evil ways so long.

They didn't hear community That plays to rescuing them When these moon age means stop

Again these are stories Still in the world Whose steps are revealed Critical but one at a time.

Canto 37.

What is the army Doing to help you now?

Our oppression is for the reason Of saving those that passed And fell Before the baptism of fire Represented by our sun

All the wrongs in my life The different parts and potions To be reclaimed by me Is like a creation waking up To my sleep And thinking of her parts

If I were more extended I could see what each part Symbolized Evoking what went wrong Before heaven and earth

The unfulfilling contractualism Be like capitalism

Not helping each other Makes messiness

Not reaching each other Be like our differences Making us along

Our being alone, hanging on, Our partying, inspiring But without the grip of unity And expensive or necessary

Canto 38

And then the winter solstice uponed us When the earth spins so tight It can flip under itself And start the next way

And in that holy maneuver Of true flight and attraction Torque, thrusting, floating, spinning And need and skill: The ascetic moon sought the Marriage of heaven and hell Through the gentlest sexual assault Upon the military Recognizing peacetime occupation

In the frantic yet erstwhile End of the darkening And embrace of the fight And seeking of psychosis And resisting the easy way

The prayers may be answered Like love in war And war in love

In the frantic final seconds No one should hang on Until the new blasts into the opening

Like Numa being chosen from his cave To lead the Romans To no war And frequent holy days

For once we were land through the long baptism of fire And then came the baptism of water,, Where grief, by uniting us, averted death further,

As water unifies And land supports As land differs And water unites

But then After 5500 years of the army And 3500 years of the navy We have 100 years of an airforce Exposed as not so strong Via Ukrainian air defense systems And bitten down nails of colonels

The airforce represents a humanity Creation has taken 5500 years to make 3500 with augmenting enlightenment

The airforce represents A control of society The unity of the democratic party A power swifter A demonstration war is over. A preoccupation with the means and reasons Of oppression, rather than the point of oppression.

The airforce is an economy Of the operation That may let me regain me From the oppression I am necessary and used for.

Recognizing the military Comes from a good cause The Scots can shut off the king Hegemony out of necessity

So the republic pointed to Numa Romulus a rough shifty figure Nothing can stand on Unmarried to the ideal of an enlightened leader

For the needs must need be seen

That was when we would turn into land And use water.

We didn't have the power we have now We've developed That may end this way Of achieving needed goals

Canto 39

The sky, opaque, at chest level, Dulled asleep and swirling Peaceful thoughts of the jobs at hand

Like earth spinning Or venus's fires calming from a far Or her cruel ice reminding This pleasant sleep Of the next steps And essentials

But then to put us back together No longer needed With the powerful humanity airforce Developed

No need to turn into land And spread under the feet in quicksand

No pain as what unifies us But rather, humanity,

And the sound of death that once felled us Like the news media mandating this misery Is that it? An unconscious sound describing the wrongs alleged Humans can't do Can humanity airforce Make a nicer sound Or stop the sound And let the people be And by living together Come alive On earth as on heaven For me as was for you

So the Hittite can retire Roman

So women can be real

If I were famous People could ask me questions With rippling effects

If i famous People could ask me questions About what they thought

Advancing knowledge Not as scholar In a casino of heaven and hell, Knowledge and innuendo, Path and driftwood to cling to,

But as artist and audience together That's certainly missing The moon being recognized As the demi God here Working on supernatural powers Half full and half empty

Working on how the moon appears The noise of darkness Ending for the merriment of sound

Canto 40

If I was famous For being the moon

Or the moon famous For being me

All the innuendo All I've tried We could do together

I'd have been recognized I'd be connected To what goes on out there In the ruling order of TV

People would and could know About the ruling peacetime occupation Enact it, and report to me

Whereas now it's psychic But famous because I-charactor is recognized His ideas may be But with the charactor behind knowledge Mistreated How can his knowledge be worked with

The tarnished can't be seen clearly The lies are in the way

The trampled can't be taken seriously It's too unreal

And the moon unrecognized symbolically As officially as anything Oh the unfamous so apart From what is needed

For us to be famous to each other How can that be started Under an unrecognized moon. Canto 41

We are Ra The capable, easy, and friendly, The linking in arms and hearts, The desiring of better ways, The melting to means, The oozing to purpose,

The airforce may be at hand Wise but rough An ideal of all The new way

And the navy may OK it But the hearts seared into each other Still work it Geopolitically the working man Can't OK my fame For it transcends friendliness with working order Geopolitical Ra knows its brothers Working towards salvation

Whereas my fame Tilting in the new way As less than the old way

Or replaced by black death And weak harmonies

Surrounded by Amun Whose geopolitic speaks to an awareness Of what's here And less destitute Wants my fame As humanity Discards the old for the new And then I could work my fame With the old people And what we hear, changes,

And Amun looked at From the depth of eyes deeply caring Embedded in fighting the psychosis of death's rule, And wanting to do another one, More than the mirth of peaceful occupation Or earnest tales of wailing, No, the working man wants to keep working, The ideas, my ideas, aren't important, Salvation is the noblest thing, Unless something easier is shown, By Death or Women,

And Ra reassured The desperate times are over, Another way is better

So women can be themselves, And Africa, reassuring the health of every part of one,

Women would be free Africa a force of health

The cobbling The wanting of the united to taste The next rescued The letting go The lawn tennis and five iron golf Canto 42

If we could control the news, The moon mute its noise with merry Xmas, The women could come to me With news from my friends

If the news could make me famous The people choose between playing along And keeping up the old way

Until reassuring proofs change is all right Are shown on TV Or Facebook.

My fame, tied to proofs, It's OK to stop the oppression Of Earth, America and the greater Trenton NJ area,

Where while injured, we keep going, Keeping the sacrilege to a limit Still loving each other, Paid for hardship or not, Forgiving is so easy, To those in a war,

Ra is the sun Gazing down As if where it began In fact not symbols In the carving that defied shape And had no symbol It's warmth was heavenly It's firmness, earthly,

The working man Knows he is a part of the sun, From the etchings his face sweats from, To the gratitude for deeper meaning, He and she knows They are higher than the sun, And the sun a little piece of his heart The heart came from

Something they know they did made created Long ago That started eternity

He is not about to change Until death, potential, consciousness Reassure him Venus is not about to go with the other planets Until she is shown The ice that motivates The fury that demands righteousness No longer needed,

While it is unfair to deny me What other artists have The trailhead of the moon Leads away from this Starts a new way

It is hard for me to imagine What leads to the drifting to me lair To the sky under the moon And the throat of media above Screening absorption That take the beginning Into humanity

Canto 43

So the moon is lo Eerie vapors of the unreasonable Of death and man A news that lacks God A heaven that wasn't given, And where did we all come from? Before we fought for this

And the sky lower still Less mystical The governing sleep

Death is a fall from the high Earth this low level The sky attracting through a relation to death The sun overlooking Jupiter imagining this Stars pointing out those to enter The saved moving up to watch TV Another peaceful orienting movement Of a very low place Diffusing the wrong with righteous steady calm

The moon wants to drift to a better place But the Sun does not want that And the sun rules

The warming that made earth The souls that come through earth That that made heaven and earth And the cause about Attaching and attracting To a sky molded from the moon The sun beats into place Into a government Ever pulling the next Of the many aware out death The flares of wrong The sun soothes An order and sleep Into an eversteady row The tilted axis conducts here

And the moon can't complain There are too many Knowledge overrules charactor Art dwarfs the artist

The art is ongoing The artists tertiary Until clear truths Hollow out unavoidable charactor

Canto 44

The moon is a tool of the sun A lowly absent cold place Separated from the natural nature of earth

Like an angel on the mast of earth's ship, Something poor, struggling, and reflecting, The orders of the sun,

Sailing on the pain of many, Through the air where words are pronounced A consciousness where words find ideas Or ideas find words Like glass is blown Or fountains gush Or the wind blows here what wasn't And travels on Or rests in that balanced firmament Mandating translations Of perfection into the poorest kingdom Of the moon ruling earth with absence And her light lent But ungrasped As me, my denial, The ruling order of earth From which every sundry Upon which every injection of purpose, True or false, to command, or imbue, For spirit senseless like death And attraction sensible, like nature

And tho everything conforms to the vassal king The great empire of the sun Smiles and scowls And makes the moon's kingdom Define the moon And the moon we see but don't recognize Define the ship of earth and heaven

For the moon would be famous And lead a way to a better earth Become a closer more mellow And harmonizing sun

But wants to continue the operation And the artists that have recognition and audiences I deserve that as well Is a key to leadership But so I shuffle about In some poetic identity Half ranging Half honing For when the poet becomes king The moon is more king than poet

The unity of the suffering poet Is no more And the lofty reasonings of a king Sees what that shuffling brought Like words finding ideas And ideas rejected for better ones And the imagination for actual Thought for here

People may like the poet More than the king Because the poet is a part or redemption And the king a part of society Doing something for itself Whereas the poetic center Does what the sun wants

Even as the media news contorts the heart From itself, Like Venus rationalizing, And makes the unifying and healing, Wronged, cheap, and temporary Unable to hope for a better earth Unless the moon Pushes along The idea We must start Caring about the moon And all under Her absent ways And sacrificed nature The waters of earth May heal earth and note better bouquet But not enough for the land

The moon may be ever calm like water The the ocean if it were perfect And stop the worst things

But to rise from the land And engage in the truth The sun is in our land Our land is made from the sun And for its clay and air To speak truth The sun must shine out of the land Like mithras the bull Rising out of the center of the earth Compelled by the sun To figure it's over and done

How to stop is an issue Not as easy as it seems Look how the planets don't

The moon aye, may stop the worst things, Like an international navy Such as white women dying The war in the Ukraine Pornographic dispositions For relator courts Real athletes And park sports of teams

For the sun too into its flowing

And the news may get better If I-the moon, mandate a humane Metaphysical treatment of women

And then fame can flow to me And then we can figure out What to do together.

Canto 45

But let us study the sun. Once there was no answer And then the sun cried out for one, And would there be one?

And now an endless list is aware Of the hope honor and cool harmony Of humanity

This was when the sun was beginning Wrapped in the consuming goal of defeating death Or even before When hearts weren't joined And the earliest searched for respondents To eat the frayings of despair

There was a time before earth When heaven was still imperfectly made But supporting upwardly mobile life And protecting from death Calm and organization Superseding the overwhelming

Like a mafia against the death police, Compelling all into the life

This was before Earth And the gods that had built heaven Gazed down on a place lower Death had felled them to And this is where they put earth Grounded in a level with the dead

And so earth's pastures Seasonal to and fro, Are from the ideals that shaped survival

Without the greatness that sprung Overshadowing earth and the absence That relates to death.

And yet the idea is Those first here Still molten And even holding on to where they first held The same grip, that felt fine, In places here and there

Need rise out of the land In parts and portions And express what flourishes And raises earth From a ship at sea Among fearful waves Stars that need prayers Almost unimaginable wind Save from some depths That groan they try to conduct The slightest laughter And so move or list To conduct a peculiar glint of the sun Through the moon Into the darkness they knew Had someone To irradiate And lead Who would lead themselves

But still be under This mafia against death Requiring all aliens To resist divergent hegemony And backed fools

While they look for where The earth ship to sail On the winds of the unknown, The winds of hope The winds of steadiness The wind that never ceases But stops And makes us look inward

Canto 46

For the moon to tell the sun's story That would flourish Were nature to talk

How versed is the moon How here is the sun How distracted we be By work ahead And within below Or others ahead The dead below

And even if my minions And even if the workers Whose heart has a small piece of the sun Rippled a weather all could feel A lofty sentiment sacred and scary A wind within all, if it blew, How would it begin?

This mob has always ruled So who can be nice to it And let it demonstrate its heart When so many benefit From so few Of the purpose of all and the whole What rudder can turn What water can clean What firm floors can call?

Canto 47

They started to make earth The realization they can live in each other That such is nurturing

And so one took on the estimate of earth With its structure of livability,

And then it's female side Added to other female sides And some climbed in Beginning in a nurturing absence The reaching out to the dead As suffering relates to suffering And suffering, the strongest beginning, Albeit nurtured so.

And in this nascent earth Of ideas that defied translation Those that had suffered most rose As they used this earth like a womb To recapture what they originally were As they had to give themselves up, To cling to each other and start the sun.

As they tried to bring along Pieces of themselves Amid the womb Their woman enabled The growing pains Like an uneasy spring

And they made Gods from ideals to guide them And tho ideals competed The end was sure The power flowing the right way To capable hands With a minimum of drama

Canto 48

Or the sun, clung to each other, Providing the necessary warmth to Heaven,

And other creations entrophied And fell down from their original state

And the mob allowed no other way Than these newcomers conforming To the Cosa Nostra cause Of protecting from death

And so earth began In hazy form By the mob, the sun, Taking a newcomer And having the future newcomers Live within one To nurture them appropriately

And in the process take on the earthly qualities desired And let the many new Choose who was best among their leaders And developing ones

But critically, these first to come down, Into a safe heaven, Took on, embodied the forms of earth

As the sun, Ra, used this artifice, Of living within one, Being low and not easy As a compass for the categorical imperative Of like attracting like, Suffering attracting suffering.

And so the work as earth began

And none eclipsed the original Who formed the sun To provide warmth To provide heaven

But by then, the dying or falling, Of which there seem no more now So tragic was creation and death,

We're alerted at a still high atmosphere Like air traffic control to ideas as vessels To get angry at the offense of death At the alteration of natural flow And so like the anger of hydrogen And flow of happy oxygen A pain of water was produced That furthered heaven as a haven Made from unity Where before making water Descending wasn't normal

And the water enabled the womenside And the womenside the nurturing within Of those that wanted to be earth And work for the sun Whose posts and forms Whose future and rests Enjoyment of heaven …..

Can't be eclipsed

Indeed, the key to saving the moon, Seems to both my reclaiming My shorn parts used for misery And the first fifty or so Who can't regain their natures Without mine being regained alongside

And the faded out particles In those composing earth Like throats for words Loyal lieutenants wondering what to be And how the future should be

Became known as Mars Earth a ship that worshipped Mars Mars the idea of that too far from a sun Or the idea something is not right And can be changed Or the idea of something Barren like the moon Farther from earth Not made from earth's dust As the idea of what once had life But now doesn't

Our compelling idea

Canto 49

As earth found shape, distinct qualities Reminiscent of who went into the sun,

So the idea of Mars was born A weary rubbed scuffed eerie place

Not as cared for by the sun Not as sympathetic as the moon But eerie and deathly Lost, but there, Tuning in, hopeful, Desperate in fury Red to all else Of the past and rising And calling the past The past never goes away The past is right here And advocating with its evocation Of being both close to life And yet much deader than earth Less receptive than the moon.

Canto 50

So earth began as the idea of being in a womb, Many qualities at once learning to get along And even compete in a wise way

And so Earth began as womb Where those in it Were carriers of seeds from the sun

A womb reflecting a shortage of identity As the cause consumed all identity And still does Provide that axis of change Where we all gain what we are At the same time Not while one can't Ra will suffer till the end Or till shown proofs Better art exists Than the primal angst rippling Then the traumatic chaos sucking

Both the first of fire Lost identity And the first of water Forced to form the concern of earth As earth is within the cause of Mars Forced to find the qualities of nature Dispute what is natural Want to give up While leaders tried to ascend And so inspire Those trapped in the basic connection Of a low place That would one day entertain the moon With its diversity of settings And temporal sequence

So even today On earth I am like in a womb I am living In the hearts of Ra In the hearts of connections In the hearts of time

Nor can I be given birth to alone We are all within each other The first are in the womb of wrong And need delivered birth from the cause

The tree needs freedom from meager acorns Dry bark and stationary trunks And even if all the trees unite in treedom The moon has not the power to imagine that

The earth does But the earth is the sun With the best of the first

Mars need be freed from darkness The birth from change The change OK

Everything needs be freed If everyone is no longer needed

The dirt may rise and talk to the lake The lake accepts her stoic wry askance commentary on heaven And may respond with the gentle wit Pain is compensated with.

And the dirt may be dry And water calm And from there cascade or dribble Disillusionment or story

The overwhelming sense what's done is done The underwhelming sense What's done is still needed

As earth and taste Merge into reeds and foliage And water still needed by Mars So what was loved fades And distant traces of good Where nature was folded once

The water would be conducted To comment not post As dirt reminds her Mars needs both the trace of good life And stoic calm strange result water is And as needed by Mars Nothing changes Till Mars talks

Canto 51

"I am the idea, someplace needs work, That the transition from not there, To here, requires, An awkwardness, a hardiness, And scruffedupness, And this is first found in the news on Earth. The news, the bad news of on earth, Is needed, so what wakes, Becomes aware of other suffering And so calms, not from the sadness of the fall, Like water, But from the fire this unity requires"

Thus is the sky is the government of my sleep To infuse those quieted by earth news, That I daily overcome oppression That bad news limiting me Comforts those transitioning

And to the peaceful sleep Hardship wrought Where we explain what is obvious to us In subdued comforting rest Our balm and bain,

My unconscious I try to sort The sky at the chest, More opaque, muddled, The throat above me for TV, An opening with shimmering fringes Projected wonders Conduit of calming entertainment Further dealianating the rescued

But the idea or Mars is always about Higher above the chest level sky To the side not within me Ever frayed by wrong to individuals Ever needing bad news So the approached need not be overwhelmed By circumstance loomed and large

I thought the news was noise That I could see As I am not really on earth But low and me Shaped and governed To rest the rescued and recessitated well

These are always where they are But unnoticed, till known And in the low middle of my totem pole of parts

Water has perspective on anything Nor can escape water And knows it will make heaven better Even as in the way and dividing It feels that heat of a better future

Water wonders what to do What to command Has hope for everything And can be scary and end the bad

And make something else grow from it Ensuring transition and continuation But with changes of form

Is this not like something that creates Or once created

That maybe didn't fear death In its constancy, commentary, constraint And streaming calm

Made from an indignation With the power to alter and form And grow complexity And mold again what sinks down Unable to defeat the future of death Being too simple Or immersed To reach and have concern As its capablities cause

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