The Proverb Of Laying A Trap

The Proverb Of Laying A Trap

A Poem by Bob Bob
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She's the hunter I'm the rabbit under the burrow Can she shoot me If i'm tucked away ?

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The  Proverb of Laying A Trap.

The illusion that a hunter can aim at a moving target and always do the hunting of the target is perpetually inaccurate

Does not the hunter tire of blank nights and days where prey is goes roaming ?

Does the hunter pack his things with his crossbow,and put his pole on the soiled soil and walk on the windy road all the way home ?

 

 

The trap has a purpose.

Not essentialy realised  by one envisioning prey as rabbits as this etymologically innacruatte,to believe this is evidence  prognosis,the worst kind of delusion known to the sensiroum,the delusion of foreordination

 

In his analogy of the situation,what has occurred seems simple as to put a stick on the sand and draw the characters and deludly he believes that proper understanding,does proper undestanding become a recompense for adapatablity.

An attempt to extend the geographical map of the trap seems to be foreign and frighetning,The son of men brings excuses,brings tales of old to not to extend the map.

Hence a circular argument.

What good is a map without a direction,if no good it exists as a replica of the Borge’s fable and disaster for cartograpy

Must we aruge as such

As cartography only descends on the physical realites,the intricaires of maps,the dwelling places of men

Yes,for there are places that are forbidden to the eye of man,yes for there are dwellings when the man of eternity shall not be able to enter the gates of those dwellings.

Why should we bypass the luxury of our ancestors ?

For shem knew via prognosins and agape for his dearest comptraits and those to come,a type

Traps of a unknown origin shall befall men and there were mighty great hunters

The like of Nimrod & Esau

The might hunters of the days that humanity was left in antiquity

Now through ubiquitious  transformation of hunters and the hunted.

In substitution hunters equppied with words as a sort of trapping, a trap grounded by faith

The pictorial,historical image of the original hunter and the hunted perhaps debating about to go forth or to hell in the burrorw

When do we ascribe the hunted to a minor animal,the rabbit,minor in not being the largest,minor being underage in consideration of the rabbit in comparsion to it’s brethens

 

Do I have the poetic lisence to correct him ?

 

Please swear your loyalaty to to my bredrins ,as they are almighty in deed,in thought and in battle

Aha ! Reverrence for your bredrins was congeinal in this system of things,However concentation in relation to social contracts formed by philspohical linkage or weak metaphors

Both aware of their existence

One must prod the other with the walking rod to start the interaction

How does a dead man live on  ?

Through his conversations

No of course not as conversations are long gone from his thoughts

If you were a shadow in the physical world but not in the digital world

Are you shadowm

Art thou shadow ?

From where Shadow

If you were shadow in affairs of the living,the online age is not living truly.  Whoever is trapped in the digtial age and leechs of other living But just as God put the breath into you,breath was put into me,it was similar to jar,

This jar unlike the Borge’s fable had constraints;mental and geogrphical ,just as the power of the above,there were certain stipulations  of the Jar.

For like the soviregn up there  has constraints to his metaphorical jar

The Jar a source of secuirty ?

 

How one must bear the weighty responsibilyt of being lonesome

It would have been far better to call “Nobody”,essentialy that’s what a lonesome person,a progenitor of the original

For it would be better for one to die than be perpetuallly reside in the stomach of loneliness

It’s rather like sketching two empty circles waiting to be filled

A plan without a bearer of water

What happens when there is no cupbearer ?

No cup to satsify the Pharaoh’s greed

No coup to interpret the dreams of Pharaoh

No visual instrument to mesaure shekels

No cup to fully understand the gravity of the words/writing of Mekel and Par’sin and what remains of the complete phrase is a fiction

Why have we chosen to exclude the others

One particular curious one must retort that we are sergegating them,black from the white,parsin from mekel and so forth

Because she told Him “that he had a curious mind and I like the way you think”

If he were to express his loathing for anything postitive and his rage for comments such as these

It would be an endorsement  from the Devil itself,`

 

I say to you,the reader,the judger,the critic,the teacher

Go back to your dwellings,before you are all duped by the seven legged man,the seven haired monster,the seven female trees

For they’re about to be stumped by the original idea of the axeman,the first,the one YAHWEH blessed with skill,the one he taught in the antechamber away from the rest of humanity

Sometimes I feel that the congreagator had it all and lost it in a second of disobedience

He saw much disobedience,its hard to stay postitive,its rather hard to stay sane  in such circumstances

He couldn’t bear the pain that the past brought nor the present

Nor wonder he was looking at the clouds,hoping for a savior,a return for the christ for the situation he himself has reated

Since last month he started losing his sanity

 

 

She mentioned something about duality of self

He said that was really resonant with his feelings at the moment

Well, you see when one has trouble communicating his feelings booth negative and positive

It stays in the head

Do you remember the time when you were so insulted you startted having nightamres

And you kept on kicking the duvet onto the floor

When you were in bed,trying to see the next day,the new dawn

Where’s my daily Bread

 

They’re saying fishes lie in the ocean and they’re meant to be caught

He said he was not looking for fishes lie

He’s content with the sand and the empty glass bottle

You jus need to keep staring,need to be on the wach

Such as you have heard an eye for an eye

I’am saying to you to hold hands and regret yyour existence

The black sheep is thrown from the white flock

The white man is cast away from his father’s,a punishment reaching his ancestors such as Adam’s nearest relaives,forthcomings,his children

We are all his childern

We owe our life to him

But we shall never see him

We all know why pictures are painted

We all know why we shal never see him

They toiled the filed but no plant sprotued

An analomy of the hydrological cycle

He didn’t draw the clouds that day   ?

Must we inquire more about the myster of god ?

Must I go on ?

Have you ever hallucinated

Have you been ever bind to a system that you are so anthetical too

Maybe of profanity

Maybe of conversation

Maybe of eye conact

Maybe of intimidation

Maybe of Images

Maybe because we’re both as stpuid as each other(that hurts!!!)

Who said that ?

Whoever said that go to the back of my mind !!!

The point of attack is at my tail and it crunching its way to my body “”””

Just Micheal,the only archangel  said to the son of evil; The tempter “Get  away from me “.He retreated.

He said “Get away from me “

He said “I don’t wanna remember the times where it was good neither the times when you were shouting”

Because I have unfishied works and the SJW warriors are on the approach

The keyboard warriors are ready to dismember my body,like youngs boys ready with triggers

Because Aesop included a moral lesson,a father morals and ethicss

If you do something wrong you’re wronged for the whole of eternity

If you dosomething right you’re blessed for a length of undefiend time,

For man cannot direct their own step.


© 2017 Bob Bob



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Wonderful analogies and interesting concepts. I'm especially fond of the ties to Biblical characters. There's so much pain and theological questioning in this work...Very well done! My only critique would be that the grammatical/spelling errors make it difficult to read, thus taking away its poignancy. I know you said to ignore grammatical problems, but I couldn't write a review in good conscious without being entirely honest. Regardless, I enjoyed this piece! Again, very well done.

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Wonderful analogies and interesting concepts. I'm especially fond of the ties to Biblical characters. There's so much pain and theological questioning in this work...Very well done! My only critique would be that the grammatical/spelling errors make it difficult to read, thus taking away its poignancy. I know you said to ignore grammatical problems, but I couldn't write a review in good conscious without being entirely honest. Regardless, I enjoyed this piece! Again, very well done.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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