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The Projectionists (a poem)

THE PROJECTIONISTS

Unendingly we puzzle and wrestle
To make some kind of a sense of
This motley old world of ours

This mad higgledy-piggledy mishmash
Of ecstasy and misery, joy and pain
On-off light and dark, good and evil

Why oh why oh why, we wonder
Does whoever created such beauty
Permit also ugliness, such cruelty?

What stories and parables we devise
Telling of gods and devils locked tight
In pitched battle until we know not when

After some time looking into the case
Internally as well as beyond these eyes
Decided we see projection, in both senses

The dualistic dual played out in the world
Actually takes place within our own minds
No matter why we may find ourselves here

Ours is the awesome power and free will
That is our inheritance and our birthright
And also therefore ours the responsibility

Dunnow’s Offspring

DUNNOW’S OFFSPRING

I manage
My uncertainty
Certainly
Though many
View it a terrifying
Spawn of the Devil

Find themselves
Fearful of drowning
In danger
And adrift
Understandably therefore
Cling to some lifebuoy

The White House Goes To The Dark Side

THE WHITE HOUSE GOES TO THE DARK SIDE

Darth Vader puked sTrump.
sTrump IS Darth Vader … in drag
… but without the brains.

“Thou art a (s)trumpet!” – Shakespeare.
And that’s not the half of it.

Last Laugh

LAST LAUGH

I challenged
The dark interloper
Hell bent on
Ravishing
My innocence

Enough, I cried
I shall not flee
But stand my ground

He merely snarled
Grinned obscenely
Barked an evil laugh
Gestured with cloven hoof

I followed his pointing
Found to my horror
That I am standing
In his shoes
And he in mine

The Projectionists

THE PROJECTIONISTS

Unendingly we puzzle and wrestle
To make some kind of a sense of
This motley old world of ours

This mad higgledy-piggledy mishmash
Of ecstasy and misery, joy and pain
On-off light and dark, good and evil

Why oh why oh why, we wonder
Does whoever created such beauty
Permit also ugliness, such cruelty?

What stories and parables we devise
Telling of gods and devils locked tight
In pitched battle until we know not when

After some time looking into the case
Internally as well as beyond these eyes
Decided we see projection, in both senses

The dualistic dual played out in the world
Actually takes place within our own minds
No matter why we may find ourselves here

Ours is the awesome power and free will
That is our inheritance and our birthright
And also therefore ours the responsibility

Lord’s Day Observance

Basking
…..
…..
LORD’S DAY OBSERVANCE

Come bask in the sun.
Scared it would raise the Devil?
Good grief, Charlie Brown!

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This is a “Three Word Wednesday” contribution. (http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2013/04/3ww-cccxxiv.html)

Seed words: “Bask”, “Grief”, “Raise”.

Take The Devil Out Of Me

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