Thursday, May 6, 2021

I’m A Protoplasmal Primordial Atomic Globule

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.

In 1885, Gilbert and Sullivan's comic opera, The Mikado, opened in London. The opera allowed the producers to satirize British politics and institutions by disguising them as Japanese. There's nothing funnier than holding a mirror up to the self and thinking we see someone else.

We want to be more than we think we are because we are more than we think. Our beliefs about the nature of consciousness hinder us from searching within for the protoplasm dripping from every cell.>br>
We are all part of the primordial atomic globule that exists within the creases of our consciousness. The inner self is inconceivable, yet we conceive it physically, to emotionally feel the experiences we create.

This reality is a comic opera, and we are the directors and actors that make our physical production special. We don't have to believe that fact for it to be real. Real only exists because our play tells us to think what we create is real.

H.T. Manogue

Friday, April 9, 2021

I See You

I See You Swirling Thru

The Trees.

Devour Me

As You Do

The Leaves.

So I Can Be

The Sound Of Nature’s Energy.

The Touch Of Nature’s Unity.

The Sight Of Nature’s Face.

Dancing In Your Embrace

With No Trace Of Distaste.

The Product Of Your Divine Grace.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Short Sleeves A Book For Friends 2007 Children’s Collection

Monday, February 1, 2021

Francis Of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is error, the truth;

Where there is doubt, the faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled, as to console;

To be understood, as to understand;

To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Monday, January 25, 2021

Wind Has Dust

Midnight Crawlers Party Ballers

New Year Struck A Match.

Half-Baked Bread Now Thee Wed.

Animal Thoughts Ancestor Bash

God Gets Trapped In

DNA Trash.

Elephant Bones Got Psycho-Tones

Cause Self-Awareness Must Sleep

In A Steep Where

The Wind Has Dust

In Its Crust.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Just An Old Fashioned Love Song Meets Stoic Man

Release Date: April 2021

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Party Stiffs

Lockdown Zoo. Current Year Poo.

Tree Light Special

Turkey-Prone Gnomes Upset Homes

Change Domes As Well-Knowns Hide

From The Bone

In That Holiday Stimulus Griff

Drenched In Party Stiffs.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Just An Old Fashioned Love Song Meets Stoic Man

Thursday, November 26, 2020

I'm Grateful

I’m Grateful. I Ain’t No Bore.

Two On The Floor Wings That Roar.

Turkeys Know When November Blows

Mightful Right Humans Like To Bite.

Glamour Stands Guns Command

A Quick Departure

From My Glands

To A Plant-Based Feast

In Greaseless Peace.

H.T. Manogue

Excerpt From: Just An Old Fashion Love Song Meets Stoic Man

Release Date: April 2021

Friday, October 30, 2020

This Trip

Election Blues How Do You Do?

Kiss A Mirror Turn With Grace

Reflection Shines In That Face.

Top Of The Season Appreciation Mission.

Kiss An Ocean. Take A Dip.

Bathe In Synchronicity

On This Trip.

H.T. Manogue

From: Echoes From The Wind