Random Nonsense Poem by Jay Bradley

Let the brain go, to spark off into new clouds of birth and enlightenment, to close it off from structure, to remember the day and embrace the mystic dawn, so belonging to the race of man again, yet to float on and rise above it;

To be not the victim of love again, which means to mine the mind, to find, to seek, to define, and grow once more;

Mined minds of lost and lonely civilization being played to the tune of the liar's lyre, to wash ashore the sons they sire, to be born and broken back from sand, always yet to understand too late the fate;

The freedom of the handy date, so sayeth the the bait-less mate lonesome on the riverbed with the garden growing from fresh fish heads freed from life with fast-wick knife, blossoming to winter that there's nothing to know which is not new, who knew or could have known:

That is naught nestled by the naughty ninja kneeling beside the Kumar tree upon whose branch the valley dove inhales all with the embrace of the mighty hookah, founder of knowledge;

The Mighty Muslim Astronomers whose lifeblood my eyes will never see, nor the scripture of the Mayan far-out astronauts, nor many pristine and fantastic Judeo-Catholic artifacts, though that's less sad, those paintings and statues depicting ignorance, they art not art, and I am one to judge;

Much like how I can maintain that Christianity is the petri dish and disastrous breeding ground of such blameless hate and devastation for destroying all these;

But I suppose Christianity is like coffee the way it shepards people into group, the main difference being to me that coffee tastes better.