The I irrelevant

The I/irrelevant.
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Because "they" try
To
Make The "I" irrelevant,

The
I
Finds Them to
Be
Irrelevant;

But there is
A
Sad relevance
To the
irrelevance
Nonetheless ,

which seeks to
Punctuate  (with
A Question Mark)
Feelings that deserve
Our Sicerest
Exclamation. (!!!)
+

Ask me why
My Heart beats
Within an Odd
Parenthesis?

(Because it's
Safer In Here.)


"Here" there
Exists
A semi-colon to
perpetually expand
upon;

Till The World
Itself
Becomes An
Ever-Sentence
written by
A
Pen with ink
That
Does Not
Dry!!

(But Lives
On
Forever in
The Pages of
Ones
Never-ending
Soul.)

J.Stephen.H

Pissed stained park bench

Revelations from
A piss stained park
Bench.
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I met God sitting
on a pissed stained
park bench,

mumbling to himself
about not
Winning the Pulitzer
Prize;

I could barely stand
The Mortal Stench.

But was drawn
To
Tragic Comedies.

(Laughing in his
Eyes.)

+

"Have a shot of
Holy Wine."

He said without
A Smile.

"It feeds the poor
and makes them
Swine."

(Or puppets in
Denial.)

I took a sip
and passed it
back,

Then felt
The OddesT
Chill,

Which made
My
Unborn Spirit
Laugh!

(agsinst it's own
Freewill.)

"Have another
Sip."

He said.

As the world
around me grew
Unlevel.

"And deny
That
Cannibal
Monkey
Bread!!"

Baked
and
Served by
Frauds!

(and
Devils.)

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I then
Left God
Mumbling on
A
Pissed stained
Park Bench.

But still visit
him
From Time to
Time,

Ignoring the
barely tolerable
Stench.

(That I realize
was Mine.)

J.s.h.