confounding codices (as edited by Jane-Chloe-many thanks and I will add/sever in the future)

I can only say Bravo ... brilliant write ...could do with a couple of tweaks but its dinner time here and I will be back to give some critique ... I really am enjoying your writes .. kind regards Jayne-Chloe

Btw thanks you just inspired a poem lol love Jayne-Chloe

I have not explained all my changes this was a huge poem and anyone that writes this doesnt need lots of explanation lol ... hope you dont mind I split it up and removed and changed a couple of words ... see what you think, and I am willing to take another look at it ... this one is wonderful and I related to it ... I normally dont do such big edits lol but this one cried out for one lol Jayne-Chloe millenia ago the oboe played in spirit if not in presence an old man decided to reveal his visions he wiped the sand from his worn cracked leather sandals and begun to write while world events raged on around him and enemies, real and imagined provided him with material, a bush spontaneously combusted we are told is quite common in those parts, he felt protected and directed by one who is my friend also, as he unrolled the goatskin began dividing it into sections all with a stroke of the pen and a flash of unknown origin he felt quite justified and satisfied concluding the latest installment and eventually he perished as all do 2010: whether they know it or not they are all his disciples as they mutilate, destruct, disintegrate one another and filthy lucre, distrust of the opposite sex too engage in the spectacle i am curious as to whether the earthworm is aware of our need for national security, as he burrows underneath banks train stations and restaurants if i must uproot him and convince him of his debt to society sir, have you paid your taxes? are your children enrolled in school and not delinquents? but the soiled coward evades my grasp as i try to better him and lead him from the error of his ways should i detain the birds of the sky instead? my nets are prepared so i will pose these reasonable questions to them also as they ride a jet stream into lofty frontiers with little concern about the marvels we have created or the idols we have commisioned, they are magnificent as idols ought to be if you place incense in this spot their eyes will illuminate and snouts will exude smoke and you will perceive their infinite wisdom in all its celestial glory so, birds, will you confess? nanotechnology is a great boon to living beings soon we shall genetically predetermine our children’s children and where then will you be? we shall construct mighty battlements as our power and finance fill terrestrial and extraterrestrial realms as our very humanity is transformed into deity our faith and thinking and loving will supersede all that you hold dear my good friends, hearing these travesties gaya gave a tremendous belch as she awoke from her Mid-Time Nap and thought to herself i should take a shower as i have grown rank and rancid with strange inhabitants who don’t play nice, as everyone should tsunamis earthquakes drought hurricanes and other maladies whitewashed the crust as she simply took an innocent shower then growing concerned and quite apprehensive she pondered the fate of her Majestic Tunnel Digger, Imperial Songstress and Sky Ranger are you well? are you present to do what you were born to do? they both answered affirmatively as the shining ones above had a mighty laugh once again at our myopic worldview our cute buildings and picture books

I love your living stories (keep them coming, please) when you return from your day's labour, you will revisit your poem and make the necessary spit-polishing. This type of poem, for me, works as presented, even without it. But then again, I never follow any pattern for *line breaks* either. Let the poem do it as I write it. ~A "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery