#spiritual-growth

"Freedom [10w] You've never experienced freedom until you have nothing to lose."

"Rice-a-Roni: The San Francisco treat... ...the other treat, of course, being anal penetration."

"Broken [10w] + {Couplet} "His gifts have become broken things, hidden from my view,Sitting on a shelf, above my shoes, like exterminated Jews."

"Bruges Belgium Haiku Behind a stack of grey Lego bricksyou wheeze up Belfry's 366 stepsand don't see a single bat."

"Vacations for Souls [10w] When souls are bored in Heaven they vacation in Hell."

"Snob [10w[ I'm throwing a party so exclusive I'm not even invited."

"Broken Heart [10W] The broken heart becomes volcanic, forever rumbling anddispersing ash."

"Hemidemisemiquaver [10w] The composer evened the score by ending in a hemidemisemiquaver."

"Finish Off Your Enemies If you finish off your enemiesdo they wind up more charming and with better manners?"

"Campbell's Soup: M'm! M'm! Good!... ...even though our products have more sodium than the Dead Sea."

"That Jesus Kinda' Love [20w] What people do for the loveof their Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,I wouldn't do for my fucking mother."

"Poets and their Thin Skins Every poet is thin-skinned when it comes to criticism ~without ithow could he ever possess the astute sensitivity about lifeto even write poetry?"

"Make It Happen!!! [10w] Don't wait for someone to fall in love with you."

"Bonjour [10w] You're more obscure than first we met,"uttered with regret."

"Ruth Whither thou goest, I will go ~as long as it's to the mall.I heard Dillard's is having an 80% off sale!"

"Income Tax [10w] A man's income tax return measures his integrity and stupidity."

"Mmm Mmm Good Gimmick Campbell's Soup announced todayit's introducing 'QWERTY' soupfor our more computer literate children.Who are they kidding?They're just relabeling the old Alphabet Soup."

"Read vs. Write If you want to know about life second hand, read;if you want to experience life directly, write."

"Women Kissing :-)*(-: Women kissing publicly it has all the sincerity of an Israeli soldier hugging a Palestinian secretly checking for an explosive vest.* ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿’̿’̵͇̿̿з=(இಠ ᴈ muah εఠയ=/̵͇̿̿/̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿*自"

"Siesta Mud tracked from the rice fields blazon a pathFrom kitchen to cellar escaping noon’s wrath.A quiet siesta to break the ordealOf scything and sifting and spinning the wheel.Half a dream later he returns to the fieldTo seeding earth’s furrows. massaging its yield.And when Sun descends gravely back to her tombHe tracks back to the kitchen, the cellar, his room."