"I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create." --William Blake I think I had trouble with language from the start. Yes, I definitely did have great trouble. What was being said as compared to what I thought, were different things. The things that I was reading and saying; was different than what others perceived them to be, compared to what I perceived them to be. Teachers, misunderstanding what my answers were. Cognition seemed at odds with the status quo...
Poetry
Poems, Poems by Michael Burns,
Poem: Poets Hospital
There's a hospital for poets...
White Bread…it’s like, Kleenex for your Stomach…
The Bible? It is an old book and is a collection of narratives from still older books. It is controversial, and concise within a framework of time. It has many versions in the modern day translations of it, from the multiples of languages that have described its ideas and concepts. And every single one of them is wrong...
WHAT NEXT…
Eight-carbon molecules in rivers of waste, and the sun in a sack cloth hauls itself up again into the sky. And looks down in disgust at what was…a good idea.
These mayfly lives, passing through and piling up, one upon the other as sediments on the basement of this world. Built up in that wake of seconds upon seconds. Relent.
Red cushion for a place to sit, amidst rancor. Nihilism for a heart, and reluctance. And crazed mystics still keep pushing shopping carts up hills of abuse...
THE END 1.0
Think how it wakes the seeds-
Woke once the clays of a cold star
Are limbs, so dear achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
-O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
YELLOW FISH
I was painting ten paintings the other day. In the music studio and lost an idea among a pile of dead poems sitting on a shelf,
it was a good idea!
It was something about the sound a bird makes after a terrible storm;
for the world is stilled and made over completely in that single solitary second.
This is not the only world…by far...
IT’S NOT THAT COMPLICATED…
The versions of old stories took on a life of their own. The sheer amount of time involved, expressed itself as well. Like myths do. It began to no longer be a campfire tale, an interesting thing one speaks about on a long voyage. It seemed it became the most logical answer to that age-old problem -- well, wonder that is...many people tried to exploit it, they push mystery...
don't worry you can change this later 
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