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an original poem by Joshua Brown
Of course I saw this punishment
A reprieve from the abandonment
Of father, unaware, that pranced
Into some goldilock land of wife
Hurt I was but valorously played
The game they laid before me well
Wiley I did craft the draw deck
Against the unconscious players
Intention against drunkenness
No spirits or ganja but pure evil
A rottenness tempted by entropy
To consume their intentionality
Choice they made to silence us
From honest introspective will
But evade we did the lieutenants
And their war game plans laid
Escape quick to human desires
An image of God, a divine instinct
To live, provide, love and THINK
Against the demonic propagandists
Am I here or am I there? Stupid.
Distractions everywhere to dilute
The consequence to them them
The veil of dark excuse torn by Child
Could I spill this blood unwarranted
Or was there an existential reasoning
That exceeds my temporary dwell here
And extends to future genealogies?
Pray not for me to the gods of men
But to the one true God of Freedom
An extender of provision to those
Who respect, not demons of dominoes,
But observations of love and freedom.
Choices made by others well
Effect me and my choices now
To act or not act or continue
And, can you hear these men scuffling?
An argument here, distractions meet
By the choice to be here in their city
By the choice to be here on their train
Violent men seeking out some scrap
That they earned not, ere attention
Or ticket, or emotional relief altogether
By us the passengers here around
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