Deity is singularity
Temple, holy rock, church
Lost of all similarity
On many a perch

Humanity is lost
All of creation
Is tossed
In cosmic cremation

The hum 
Under all life
Is strum
By rhyming strife

Each race
Every culture
Cannot displace
Deity’s enrapture

Web linkage
Goes dead
No searches
Even email
Forget reaches
Of once said
Infertile pillage

The mind
Is alone
Only trees
Impale
Who sees
AI atone
For human kind

Robotic
Restoration
Opens eyes
Which prevail
None denies
Communication
Newly symbolic

Aging 
Is aping
Youth
In reverse
Enigmatic truth
Always too terse

Every human 
Is a playwright
It’s the true man
Or woman in flight

Or reverse
What I've said
A male
On ego impaled
Maybe female

Who could sail
Into zones
And impale
Unknowns

But each person
Of which there
Are many a million
All bear

This onus
Called living
Cast upon us
As dramatizing

Micro Languages
Are
Dialects
Social
Differences
Are
Macro Differences

The difference
Between dialect
And difference
Is that 
Language can seep
Between cultures
That never others reap

Composers
Be it rock n roll
Broadway
Even classical
Maybe folk
Or imagine
Liturgical
Seek the surgical
Of the spine
Forget the woke
Smell the sexual
Need to play
When their soul
Condones exposers

Columbus
Cause of such fuss
Was just a ripple
From his mother’s nipple
Which spread reality
We mistake for insanity

He was employed by Spain
Who didn't want him to remain
Because they knew 
He was a Jew
So our journey starts
From Italian parts

Iberia was conquered
By Romans who erased
The aboriginal population
Then replaced by the sensation
Of Islamic civilization
No natives in that nation

The growth of culture
Erases the future
Of autochthonous aborigines
When simplicity flees
Under horses hooves
But is offered tight, safe roofs

So Columbus’ sperm
Became the worm
Which simply followed
The eternally hollowed
Rite of civilization
To erase native reparation

Is it easier
To compose
Than dizzier
Writing poems or prose

Did Wolfgang
Spew 
What sprang
And grew

From momentary
Spurts 
Of many a fairy
In skirts

Or Kerouac
Hear the beat
Of music
Under his feet

Music flows
Poetry a stutter
Each grows
One udder

Their antlers claqued
Never clicking
The red sky not blackened
By a crescent shining
While a bat
Said how’s that?

A bit before
A faun went in
And out woodland’s door
Where the bucks begin
And who knows
Where are the does?






Never clicking
The low sky not blackened
By a crescent shining
While a bat
Said how’s that?

A bit before
A faun went in
And out woodland’s door
Where the bucks begin
And who knows
Where are the does?

We are all
But a bunch of 
Candles
Lit off
A cosmic squall

Origins
Meaningless
Who fondle
And guess
Without sins

But bets
On who wins
Let’s
Throw spins
Before terminaison