It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The 91st Bullet: Neither GodFather Nor Godmother But ...

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Impatience is
the God-Uncle
of ignorance

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Monday, January 15, 2018

I Was Seeing Double But It Was ... Double Trouble For The Saints

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I don't stop playing
till the clock hit zero



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None Of The Below ... a/k/a ... The Binary Epistle

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None did wrong
before some did right

None were blind
before some found sight

None were weak
before there was might

None could chew
before they could bite

None cheered black
before there was white

None blessed day
before there was night

None had width
before there was height

None could leave
before there was flight

Nothing dark
before there was light

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Sunday, January 14, 2018

A Song About That Guy Who Had A Birthday Twenty Days Ago

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HE'S ALIVE

The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound


Half in hope of sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin' through
To drag us all away


And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call


I hurried to the window
Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers' feet
But there was no one there but Mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where she'd been


She said they've moved Him in the night
And none of us know where
The stone's been rolled away
And now His body isn't there
We both ran towards the garden
Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb
Just the way that Mary said


But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where they'd taken Him
Was more than I could tell
Oh something strange had happened there
Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go


Circumstance and speculation
Couldn't lift me very high
'Cause I'd seen them crucify Him
Then I saw Him die
Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything I'd promised Him
Just added to my shame


When at last it came to choices
I denied I knew His name
And even if He was alive
It wouldn't be the same
But suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove shadows from the room


And Jesus stood before me
With His arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And I just clung to Him and cried
Then He raised me to my feet
And as I looked into His eyes
The love was shining out from Him
Like sunlight from the skies


Guilt in my confusion
Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I ever had
Just melted into peace
He's alive yes He's alive
Yes He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide
He's alive yes He's alive

 
Sweet Jesus


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written by

performed by
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If This Is A Poem, The Title Is ... The Infinite Journey

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The gyroscopic journey
between
saying and doing
traverses
the intergalactic interstate
between
thought and action

Paul Oliverio
© (2002) © 

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The 90th Bullet: Curve Ball

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When you move along
along a learning curve,
it is easy to get thrown
for a loop. 


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The 89th Bullet: Back By Popular Demand

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God gave man religion
because He did not
need it for Himself
 
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