3 New Poems: Your Soul; Mysterious Hands; Pray for Money
Your Soul
So who is this Soul that you sing of?
The silent, invisible witness
Who counts the leaves off of trees
instead of gathering them?
Then raking them into a funerary circle,
Into a giant pile, your better self can fall from,
Or jump into?
Up to your eyeballs,
Up to your own little crown of thorns.
Mysterious Hands
The world is not a mystery, children.
It is an enigma waiting to solved
Or a safe that awaits its own combination.
A puzzle patiently poised for its pieces to coincide
With your hands.
The question is not who made the world we exist in
The question is who made your hands?
Prayer
I can no longer afford my own vices.
Is this g/d’s way of saving me?
Mysteriously?
If so, then more salvation and
Less mystery is all I can say.
Lead me to more fortune and less poverty, g/d.
So that I can pave my own way.
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a glorious day,
I’ve got a wonderful fee-ling,
That Donald is going away!
igorgoldkind
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power 
What is “g/d”?
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On Sun, Nov 26, 2017 at 5:02 PM, Tales of Sedition and SUBVERSION wrote:
> igorgoldkind posted: ” Your Soul So who is this Soul that you sing of? > The silent, invisible witness Who counts the leaves off of trees instead of > gathering them? Then raking them into a funerary circle, Into a giant pile, > your better self can fall from, Or j” >
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November 27, 2017 at 9:54 am
g/d or G/d is both the strict Jewish and Muslim protocol for writing the name of god.
The idea being that no word is big enough or accurate enough to represent either the entity or the idea.
Ig
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November 27, 2017 at 3:35 pm