a type of silence
is spreading

a slice of the earth
falls away

some laugh, some get fat
others over the edge venture

a type of silence
falls away, Tiangu, I defy you!

a slice of the earth
is spreading

falls away, others over the edge
the dupes write missives of apology

some rat, some sell hooks
basic precepts, basic precepts

mit einem langweiligen Buch
kann er nichts anfangen

il porte un costume sans tête
La esencia del absurdo conquista la mesa de la Autoridad!

Greetings all... I feel this is unfinished and maybe a little long-winded... I also seem to always overlook at least one grammatical error, regardless of my diligence...
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Conversations with The Universe

She tried

time and time again

to navigate to her-self.

… walking the dreamscape reaches

of soul-visions

quickening of the senses

as she attempted

to decipher

the eclectic elements of her inner truth…

… awakening via conversations with the universe;

Trump's American Plan...

We really have no plan
To keep you all from dyin'
But ditch Obama's Care
I've got your back, not lyin'

Hey! I'm not telling lies
Though they're untruths for you
I stretch the facts, to make my own
I'm a scientist too!

There is no global-warming
Cars and coal are cool
I'll bring back the jobs
GM will stay for you

I haven't seen you lately
On days like this I reminisce
We used to be a garden where
The sun burned through the river mist

I do not utter words so raw
Or unsophisticated that
The garden paths we once trod
Could ever be winter clad

Nor can I conjure with my hands
The times we found all around
Without even trying, you and I
Like echo I return to sound

I wait there, a jungle cat,
A predator of words devoured
By the cadence of your speech
Heard above the murmuring crowd

She cannot unknot the knots
She tied in me with glee
Nor bottle up the laughter
When it's loosened in me

She cannot uproot the roots
Grown from amorous seeds
Sown in the fertile soil
Of her wild island needs

Nor can she tolerate
The casting of my eyes
In directions directed
By assemblies of lies

She does not like distances
Nor circumferences known
To inhabit her islands
So she sows her seeds at home

Angels fly
With beauty and grace
I could tell you are one
By the joy radiating from your face

You have always been my guardian
Protecting me on piers above
An advocate for peace
A soaring dove

You are the sun
Brightening my day
You can not protect me from all evil
But you try anyway

Passed by Aso the other day;
The hilly enclave in the midst of the three towns,
And witnessed the dance of the money bags.
Clad in robes of greed and lucre,
They twist their portly midriffs to the wanton beats,
Like beasts possessed by insane rage,
Bound in love by a common pot.

I first became intrigued when she said
she wanted to teach sign language at a
school for the blind

she thought people who spoke
with a British accent did it because
English was not their native tongue

she figured by attending enough spin classes
she wouldn't fly off into space
if Earth stopped spinning

she wished she had a twin sister
so she could know twice as much
or half as much...she wasn't sure which

oh, my little humming friend;

for beckoning my cats to
your pastures of warmth,
forsaking my lap
for another place to nap,
I can do nothing
but grunt
forgiveness,
while freely admitting
a bit of jealousy,
we must do what's best for the cats

in brooding darkness
spoonfuls of lunar delight
induce swooning fools
to fanciful flight

wistful sighs
a twosome entwined
swelling fantasias
slowly arise

a whoosh of hope
has fanned rescue's flame
but the cellar door
slams all the same

so still

they remain

lost

in silence

the brooding darkness
recaptures
again