• Posted by : Beryl Sunday, 3 December 2017

    This is the mystery to all things glare and snarl
    As to this must you let go to remember everything about balance for imbalance's the balance
    As dirt comes to being tossing about on its troubling tails
    As it was like it was like it wasn't like it was reeling tales to the deafening hears listening to
    Croaking calls before the forming of the limping frog
    Was the darkly crawls within without
    As from that mighty mightiness nothingness comes everything else like nothing else
    Like the lighting effects then the darkly effect and the life and the death and the living and the dead
    And the going and the coming and leaving and reception
    And the deeds
    As our general habitudes seem like seed
    In one perfect world
    In this perfect one
    There was once perfection maybe, till on the 6th gods come down
    And till one bone which was lost was found and the rest are still meaning eerie toward redemption
    Perfection's shattered into bits for all ills done under the sun
    The moon
    The return of every course
    Every curse of cause
    Of cause, of supplication, prayer prayed too
    Every plus put and minus meany
    Every solution to every enigmatic notion
    Every sin sinned
    Every plight called conundrum
    Every ills, the wildest you'd imagine and see, feel n touch
    Using fain mights of your figment factors
    As as well meaning world should have been flat
    Because it is round, thus scylla and chabdis
    Cause and effect
    Deeds and returns
    Summer and winter
    Plant and pluck
    Sun and moon
    Darkness and lightness
    God the good and... the evil
    Thus boomerangs... thus everything to levitate must had a ground
    One breaks the other
    As the other takes the one
    And the one and the two at loggerheads in the presence of another
    And the one finally takes down the the other and the other tells another and another saw to the other and the one
    Bears fruit of one --ones new one's and the other is still around with another
    And another bears the boomerang of having the other put to rest by one
    And as that shall last even beyond that the another suffered such behabitive
    As another would not bear any other fruits but to be still for the evils done on the other by the one
    And the one and the other and another having nothing less among themselves than the balance
    As the day must come with the morning, the noon and the night as occupancies
    So do the one, the other and the another remainder the other as
    As the other comes to be and not to be as time eats on ticking tick-tuck whether we notice or not
    Tick... tuck... tick... tuck...
    Fresh fleshes of one, other and another grow stunted grasses maybe
    As consequences hang hovering yet above the firmament and must perch and shall perch and shall perch as they are perching and as they have perched
    One affects the the other and the other invites another and another invites another another and the other another the other and the one another the one
    And crosses and cakes or both admixture comes in and out in the world, there shall be no peace
    There was never one thing like ease… shhhhhhhh...
    Want you peace or ease or richness be earnest or not?
    Death only can crown your boast 'bout the same and even so
    As sicks us till we gain strength as this strengthened hero's flaw fakes his fall
    Bugs, pigs... worms, ants shall cut their bits bit by bit: muddy dirt for meals for
    Back deep down into death
    As not even one carcass to me laughs well but looks suffering, tormented, pierced in spite
    So nothingness from all works of life, wide and constraint
    As with a ball game be with two poles before the whistle blown, there was settlement
    Though noises have bought tickets ready to boo and to bet and to be
    But the field had been put calm then the whistle blow's for one to get the back of the firmament made of tiny hole to
    For riddles to run on within the given times toxicity bear things ended bad
    for the devil who began as the choir maestro.
    #Jodekss
    ©2017
    #poetry
    #transcendent
    #clairvoyance
    #spirit
    #mundane
    #limits
    #cosmos
    #complex
    #complications
    #beyond
    #supranatural
    #universal
    #principles...

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