SpELLING INfinity

SpELLING INfinity

SpELLING INfinity
(666) (the powers that belong to satan) (the manufacturers) (mammom) anyone or someone decided we all have this marvelous web of intergnet it seems to be infinity but we will sell it to you four gigabytes is all you can have for a monthly Princely SIR charge its more like rent on your phone you see you begin to see who is in charge your phone the battery will only last four hours you must soon get a new one phone and or battery but you will never own anything you will ever possess with money it is mine says the devil of time the limits of a finite mind plus cost and earnings times the number of recipients and no you will not have unlimited use of anything no one can do me twenty four seven but perhaps some Queens and Transvestights in the living Quarters plugged into each other in sight of one another an idiot went to the free computor use desk he told the librarian he had two pin numbers and neither one of them was working now OH Boy you could have heard the pin number drop the power chord will chime do you have windows where you live home computor use is up they love me in the bed they look for ways to keep awake and stay online instead of snoring on the bedpost and chewing crackers under pillows lost in the wilderness other people are rude they insist on bothering others when there is simply no reason they are lazy they wont look around for a good place to be alone they think a person online wishes for company halt when the signal drops off for two hours it is painfully aware and hurts the lagg monster rules and no one plays games or completes work until the web itself decides to work a holistic image of a dragging senior is in line to be beheaded hope its eye step aside to let the fagg walk bye with phone attache his hand waving before him like some EgYptian Giddy he did not talk he saves it for his message return to sender he would have steppe on me like some primordial bugg while he searches his redial for the new messages he is the epitome of rude the very child of satan carrying the eternal flame of hell the 666 before him SpELLING INfinity

three

three

three

one is the beginning of time was the garden of eden adam and his eve they cleaned the place of vegetation they swept the planet clean

two is the middle earth

pollution is the key to a deviles kingdom the earth is almost null and void the use of this place is given to the noise of the creation of the consumable goods the price of using trees for books and the aweful certainty that GOD himself must be getting angry at the overuse of the plastic trash on the earth today is made of mice and men leaving trash

three is the title of this piece of bargain basement laminated in the newly painted bird cages of the mostly rich and famous aces reading is the key to writing poetry

one two three one two three one two three still makes sense to me

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antitheory

antitheory

antitheory
a penny for your thoughts
money rules this world the people think of nothing less they spill the beans must come from solyant green and brown the very idea that a man could come from being homeless to a millionaire or even a small business in the industry when eye feel eye will never work for pay the students coming out of school get all the smart jobs seem to be gone the way of misery is mine no job no check no prop under my feet is only the sidewalk now eye lay in poverty my homeless shelter edges of a roof iff no one sees me furtively edging into spaces meant for stepping past the sticks and stones omg no one should live this way at all but why eye feel the need to work so hard when all eye need to do is hide my bones beneath the cold cold soil and stop the day to day struggle of existance. Let me tell you it is this certain struggle for food and dry clothing that makes a man what he is it gives me strength that money cannot buy for me the life that eye have chosen seems so harsh until you think of poverty of rich the loss of love the loss of life that comes from worshipping a lessor god just numbers in a book they equal power for some people just add more to swollen bank accountants adding ledgers to existing dollars charging more for services already over extended. Today my heart is full of ewe and friend's who love me too my feet are dry my belly full of food my clothing adequate for a mild winter the first for me in several years of snow pushing the limits of my luck each day brings to me my own crazy satisfaction dropping some names to illustrate my happiness do you think e e cummings his works brought to the public in the form of new york plays do you think it made him happy to be homeless his work his poems his style of keeping rustic crude religion showing in his writings from his golden heart his poetry ruling him in love worth more then many ducats of gold the silver dross when asked to preform on television Jack Kerouac grabbed his tome and read from his book what he had written there in poetry do you not see yet how homeless he once was and yet the poem was his everything to be. Stop feeling sorry for this homeless poet and start reading more of what eye have there written in the vast crinkles of the paper of the web while eye can get online to make this POEM this POET is undone still happy just to thrive alive outside the dead poetry of love one ounce of poem words outweigh all the gold of time