I slept like a rock last night, one rolling over a cliff.
We travel from one place to another-
the huddle-fuddle of life
going from one frame of Hell
into another frame of Hell.
Where is the mythical charmer?
The one who holds all Truths and
Answers, yet hides away forever
never rewarding or listening.
The Jesus’ imprint of ignorance
walks upon the millennium.
Still, people are molested by the lies.
Life eventually corrupts morality,
disappointment the redeeming and
ending answer.
When the rocket wizards in Peenemünde decided
to aid the madman, the island where the V-weapon
program hoisted
Dr. Higgins,
I truly thank you for the blessing you performed. I truly mean that! Somehow, someway, you brought a poiesis into my life. You have an exceptional gift, I think the Koreans call “nunchi” and that's the art and gift to gauge and listen to others’ moods. I wonder if God can find my soul beneath the earth among the trillions of bones scattered from hence and hither beyond the abyss? And will He forgive me of all my sins and guilt? This morbid acatalepsy never escapes me.
But, on a good cheer, Merry Christmas!
You're my Hero.
John Hardesty
I slept like a rock last night, one rolling over a cliff.