like me.
Tonite, look at the stars
and know
what a very very small part
of all of existence
over all of time
you are.
Our problem is,
our egos
are much larger than we are,
which keeps us small.
Our self identities,
so narrow and defined,
hilarious dark irony
apparently designed
to identify our self,
ass centered just inside,
bound in fearful illusion
and blind with pride,
assuming disconnections
where only connection resides.
Even disconnection
is connection's other side.
There is no part
nor non-part,
that is not part of everything.
We are parts that can know,
and not know,
2b something
is 2b all
we can be.
See the stars,
be the stars
or
just keep being an asshole
like me,
you.
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Monday, May 2, 2011
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A literary masterpiece, P2b.
You richly deserve a Pull-It Surprise for your prose!
;)
As I'm sure you well know by first and second hand experience, Nighty, pullit pro's can go onan on, and there are no surprise syrup-rises for us'n. So of coarse(curse?), I've got plenty of P-IS's. I'd prefer a Metal of On Her.
;}
Gosh darn it, Mr. Humble, aren't you posting any more?
Answer me, you humbler mumbler!
Soiree, miZ....
It's been a while
sins I wild
a way sum time.
Of coarse your wiles
and witty styles
de-man'd a rime.
;}
A sole rejoinder
to your witty rime
would cause a plunder
of my precious time
(I know that doesn't make any sense, but I wanted to start it with "A sole")
P.S.
I'm filled with cheer
to know you're still here
You're proud to be humble
and I'm shamed to be mere.
You've merely forced me to cobble together a footnote, to your sole end,
ever a-musing to cheerfully plunder your shame, my precious,
You're a tempting to out-humble the humblest of men,
with senseless sense sent hilariously, accidentally, facetious,
I'll be compelled to fill you again, now and then.
If it's pun-ishment you seek,
I be your geek.
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