I Understand Everything And I Want You In My Bed

It’s everything I understand and what I want?
You in my bed because I understand.

Empty of What?
(inspired by Chapter 8 of How To Practise The Way To A Meaningful Life by His Holiness The Dalai Lama)

The more you look into how it conceives
phenomena, an ign’rant consciousness,
them to exist, the more, phenomena,
you find that they do not exist that way.
The more, however, that you look into
what a wise consciousness will understand,
the affirmation, more, that you will gain
in that, its absence of inherency,
existence’s. Both hatred, also lust,
are ruled by ignorance, so they cannot
be generated by us endlessly.

One half of sixty-two is thirty-one, plus seven, thirty-eight, that is the sum, but now I’m 48, you, 24. 14, the years I’ll have to wait before?

Rhyming Isaiah 1.2

Hear me you heavens listen earth, me, hear,
for spoken has the LORD: “I, children, reared,
and brought them up but ‘gainst me they’ve rebelled.
The ox, its master knows, the donkey will,
its owner’s manger, but Is’rael does not
know, nor my people understand, they don’t.”

Rhyming Isaiah 1.1

Concerning Judah and Jerusalem,
the vision that the son of Amoz saw,
Isaiah, that these kings reigned, at the times,
Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and as well,
him, Hezekiah, kings of Judah, all.

2020 TH Chalm Fan Club Accountability Goals

I mean, it’s really bold, but I guess both Rhyming Redsong: Mark and Rhyming Isaiah.  What we can achieve in a year, in five years, in 20!  It’s 2020, maybe we can achieve even more!!!

Q1 2020

Of those first 90 days they’d be aware that this location not remote is here available for all their general use, his friends located, that geography, impairment’s state, them, it would not prevent their transport to the place that had been fixed. Les Club Des Hashischins that Theophile declared upon that day for all his friends, intensive purpose squarely I am found.

William James’ Outraged Crab

With outrage, personal, it would be filled,
a sense of, probably, when, classify
a crab as a crustacean, if it could,
us, hear, it, without an apology
or an ado, and thus dispose of it.
“I am no such thing,” that, what it would say;
“I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone,” always.

This is the reality of the art of poetry is that whoever wants a title please message me and I’ll send you one for free.