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darker than raindrops

darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones


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The Hunger Games-Poem

Enter the arena
Buckle down


Ready?
Set?
Kill!

A gong sounds
We're off

The Hunger Games have begun!

Blades of swords and knives crash
Arrows whizzing.

Run. run, run
Away from the cornacopia!

Blood splatters, staining the earth
Bodies splayed on the ground

Some survive
Others die right off hand

Only one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!

This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my 
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America. 
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw 
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.


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Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!


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My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


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Ever lasting

Seek and ye shall find
But truth exists in the contrived
Concealed in the equation
There is no static explanation
Complicated theories created to define
What has always existed with or without your human mind
To perceive or try to grasp this intelligent design
We seek the architect, searching for the blueprints
But secrecy quite crucial to protect us from ourselves
You want to know, but if you know
You just signed your death sentence
Humans must have unanswered questions to explore
To solve the riddle of creation serves no purpose, will only bore
It must remain something that can't be figure out
It's mystery, not conclusions, appetite for more
Insatiable meditation, intellectual life support
Driven by curiosity to covet information
This never-ending story has no book of Revelation
We live in an expanding, infinite universe
We can't understand it, cause being mortal's a curse
Handicapped in finite, contradictory to forever
Apocalyptic scenarios are made up so we feel better
But there's really no such thing as the end of time
The universe is not subject to the doom of human kind
In fact it grows everyday like kudzu on the vine
Fear not, for you still have a great opportunity
To overcome death and reach immortality
Instead of a tombstone try leaving a legacy
And live in the minds of generations to come
They will all contemplate how you did what you done


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Atlas

The greatest illusion is stillness 
Numb to the sense of spinning on this atlas stone
Unaware of twirling on a celestial clock
We are a mere blemish on a cog
In this device of time

Atlas are you unable to rest?
Put your burden down and for a moment be still
Let us be immortal like gods of olympus 
Give us strength to defeat this titan
Our adversary time

Take us back
To relive our dear bliss
The moments that linger in our minds
They're the fabric that make up the soul
Turn time into oblivion with sweet scents of anodyne

Atlas chooses to carry his stone
Striding to his never ending destination
The cruel paradox that ends our short bleak lives
This colossal does not rest or sleep
It's intangible time


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Human Arrogance

Human Arrogance

How arrogant we humans are
Given a beautiful blue green planet
We rape and destroy it with every generation
Stealing minerals from the planet’s shell
Pouring deadly toxins into every drop of water
Turning the blue skies grey with waste
Overburdening the topsoil until it become wasteland
They kill animals for sport
They kill humans in the quest for land or oil
Human arrogantly desire to save the planet
The planet does not need saving
It will never, ever need saving
Life is, and has been, an minor annoyance to the world
Earth will shake off the parasites the way a dog scratches fleas
In the end the planet may face life as a dead, lifeless ball
Humans, animals, the blue skies all gone
Yet, the planet survives without us


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BLOOD IVORY'S JAWS

From deep beneath, 
Murky waters flow,
Amidst currents depths
Divides.
Two eyes watch the waves,
Tides.
Primal fear grips mans basic,
Instinctual need to survive.
Hear the music echoing, 
And see the fin surfacing.
Predations unseen predator,
Glides at hells speed.
Natures gray phantom,
Feeding hungers unsatisfiable,
Carnal lust.
Perfections ultimate creation,
A killing machine, fueled by 
Poundage’s in take of flesh and 
Bone.
Camouflages deception masters,
Dwelling in hidden shallows, 
 Blacked realm.
Waiting ever aware, for deaths,
Calling, blood Ivory's crimson.
Jaws smile at unguarded preys,
Weakening moment to strike.
The hunters thus emerge,
 Leaving redresses chum field,
Behind in destruction’s wake.
Behold wreckage’s ruins, a harvest
Of humanities leavings, 
Left overs floating above.
Just when you thought it was safe,
To go back into the water?
Someone screams Shark, SHARK!!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated: SHAWN (aka shark bait)


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The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless


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And Goliath Said

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Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


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Einstein

He was a physicist with a brilliant mind.
The man who I'm talking about was Albert Einstein.
It was he who discovered that E equals MC Squared.
He had one of the best scientific minds and wacky hair.
His discoveries greatly benefited mankind.
I'm thankful that the world had Einstein.

[Dedicated to Albert Einstein (1879-1955) who died on April 18, 1955.]


Details | I do not know? | |

For They Are Many And Legion Is There Name

standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave 

it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place 
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain  

i will not move 
no i can not move 
fear has taken over me

how cold 
how sad 
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon 
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head 
with eyes and ears 
who do not get caught
for They Are Many 
and i am only one 

trust no one....
is not just a saying 
but a truth to live by 
for they know the price of blood 
and will sell out all who get in their way 

"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)


Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


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When We Die

An individual's death is as unique as the life that preceded it,
but when the body shuts down it is always the same process.
Once the brain has determined that there is something fatally wrong,
the brain then shuts down all except for the body's most life giving functions
and then focuses on repairing the damage proving life threatening.
Once the brain has determined that there isn't anything it can do
to save the life that very soon will be through,
the brain then performs its final important function.
It kicks into overdrive manufacturing dopamine flooding your system.
Feelings of pain, fear or of any negative emotion
are all completely and totally alien.
Everyone experiences just prior to when they die
the highest state of euphoria ever experienced in their lives.


Details | Chant Royal | |

life and the giver

life and the giver

the giver has given to us the life
the art of life 
is the science 
within the mind 
to live 
acting as rationally thought
with realness, 
pureness, 
humility, 
tolerance, 
dignity, 
self-thought/awareness, 
self concept 
and being in life 

(to which at some variance and instance, all shall and must cease to effect at once) : not to just exist, for we all live to die! 

'one one cocoa fill basket' - one thing at a time.
'one hand wash the other' - each of us needs the other to live as peeple in oneness. 

opn16112012/0838

from: "the mind and the science of life" book no. 13 of 2012 
november 2012

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-and-the-giver/
onalethuso petruss ntema

opncompanies.bw@gmail.com


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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


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More

Am I nothing more
Than an ominous date
A wisp of genetic wonder
A curse of conscious fate
Behold the burden
Nestled in newborn hair
Innocent eyes etched
Into life's coarse lair
Is there nothing more
Than this tactile plight
Torn tears of birth’s bliss
My fingers weep sight
Is she nothing more 
Than death’s deciduous seed
Baptized by superstition  
Comfort’s posthumous need
Who will hold her
When my embers grow cold
The walls of winter creep closer
And the silence grows bold
What have I done
This curse that I share
Too buried to breathe
Too naked to bare
How can I tell her
Forever stalks our door
That there is no tomorrow
For life is nothing more


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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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Revenge

Revenge
Watching as you gasp for air
Clenching at the liquid filling your lungs
Your eyes echo your despair
Admonishing the saints to which you clung
The weights drag you down
Pleading my name you thrash to the surface
Calmly waiting as you drown
Vengeance is now my hearts only purpose
So sure you were the only one
How could you have been so clearly blind
Like eyes staring at the sun
Unable to see what dangers linger behind
Overcome you lose the will
Fearful frozen gaze as you sink like a stone
The water ripples into a still
As your death will now give life to this clone
Drakavai2013


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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


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Livearthia

Livearthia
?
Livearthia is a planet that is full of life.  A place were death has no breath, and nobody knows the meaning of the word.  Here death can't even be made up.  Here beings are born to live forever.  Growing up, being young, growing old, being young again, growing up and old, over and over again, and never dying.  In this world, age is determined by how many life cycles you have lived, each cycle you gain more and more experience, unlike planet Earth where you only live one cycle, and the word death is every where, a sad and lonely planet, oblivious to the vast space that surrounds it, there's an intelligence there that brings affliction and war to its kind.  In Livearthia the sky is lit up with planets and six of what earthling's call moons, livearthians call glooms and two distant stars that always shine, and it never rains in Livearthia there‘s just a fog, a mist, or a dew.  Living things just live, and hunger does not exist.. Livearthians do not speak, they use telepathy, and sign language.  One of Livearthia’s glooms is an albino gloom that shines bright but is only the size of  Mt. Rushmore.  Livearthians inhabit five of the twenty seven planets that surround it Affinity, Infinitum, Vernier, Sagacious, and Callow.

~ Leonard Napierskie







Liv-ear-thia

The Livearthia population numbers only in the thousands, planets in the Livear universe are much smaller, and younger.  Livearthians do not multiply and over populate the planet much like the humans do to the Earth.  Livearthians are much more god like obtaining powers unimaginable, and they do not travel outside there solar system because they choose not to, they are happy where they are.

~ Leonard Napierskie


















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...our lobster killers

 
...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water


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An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


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A Half Life or Radiocarbon Dating

When the carbon -14 is gone from your bones,
And nothing remains but a hull,
I’ll still hold your taste in my dry, empty jaw,
Having etched AHM in my skull
As the sun will not shine
And my heart will decay
No more will an N
Feel the sweet cosmic rays
Until all I can do is play along, quiet
As all that I say will be wrong, or defiant
Every chemical taken,
In hopes they might calm me,
Become but an agent,
To embalm and prolong the - wait
I can't wait for the times when I'll see you again,
Though, each time I'll be secretly flooded with pain
A Gala, Penelope, Laurie, a muse
And all of this, a cold fuse


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Portal of Wraiths

I paused on the landing of the wooden Victorian staircase, pondering whether to pick my 
way back up the portal between the worlds of the living and the dead. In my previous 
ascension, I found myself frequently looking over my shoulder sensing a demon bent on 
crossover from its imprisonment using my body as a vessel. I swallowed my fear, found my 
resolve, and cautiously stepped onto the first of the rickety steps.  My heart beat once, in 
what seemed like forever, every drop of blood being squeezed through at once. I strained 
my ears to listen for the echoed step of my invisible intruder. I was greeted only with a 
silence so thick if felt as if it were a substance pushing me back to the safety of the realm in 
which I was meant to reside. I would not relinquish my resolve however, so I continued on 
with my suicidal mission to the pinnacle of the never ending staircase. Again I stepped 
forward and again my heart welcomed to entire contents of my body into its chambers in a 
singe pump. I waned, waiting for the echo of the creaking wood, made so over a lifetime of 
abuse from the decaying buildings wraith like residence. My ears detected eternal 
nothingness.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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TAG

Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!


Details | Senryu | |

SCI-nighed

don't take the red or                                                                                                       blue pill  for they are laced                                                                                        poison not a cure


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Particle Accelerator

That which has come has gone,
This song is sung,
This bell has rung.
This road we walked has
Wound its way home,
To face this moment naked and alone. 

In time we move apart again,
Once touched, ever touching.
Drifting to distant climbs,
The chill fills our soles, or selves, still.
Motionless but ever moving,
Drawn inexorably away. 

Sightless eyes gaze, glazed, upon the heavens,
The stars strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
Your heart and mine are one again, for a moment. 

The time transcendent, abundant, so all becomes possible.
That which we feared has lost its power
As the flower of our faded youth
Produces seeds. 

The seeds, like stars, are strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
They are yours,

And mine.


Details | Ballad | |

The Rumble from Below

They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.

The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound

This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.


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Chernobyl Gases

Hearts irradiated gasp
Neutrons scatter at the clasp
Architecture crumbles heaven
Kremlin scrambles level seven
Xeric tissue lacks retention
RNs wilting for Roentgen


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Sol's Twin

Sol’s Twin

A red stormy star
The sister of the star that provides life
In an orbit out of the solar system
It will return to do a galactic dance with the sun we know
Evil living in the cold of space
It will approach the planets burning them as it passes
Beautiful blue-green Earth floating as it had forever
Life being lived under a crystal blue sky
Children playing and laughing
Their parents watching TV to hear the latest news
A yellow star and a red star fight for a meager planet
A that moment God deserts the people of Earth
The red star passes close to the planet
The ground shakes, the water boils and everything dies
Then, as it was in the beginning there is no air, no water, no Earth
Everything is silent
Everything is gone except two stars passing each other
And that is the end


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Dressed for death act one - the spinning plague doctors

Because of sin death enter in 																	Wearing dark wide brim with long blackened coat   														tucked behind crow faced with red evil eyes 															The apple of amber will not keep this doctor away															saw bones bearing a hatchet coming with sweet sachet in beak														for dwelling among the dead the living they should seek														sown in the mouth teaching for to kill and not to heal          													follies follow their wisdom dead flies of the apothecaries ointment 													 Prideful yet they know once to die then the appointment											         			false prophecies of their own making stink to sweet 														supposing double winding serpent would treat  														stenching gray amber the amulet of pomander															wand in hand resisting as Jannes and Jambers															lying healers foaming shame of whales vexed															holding sick at bay while death has its way															black to the shoes the wading death a plague                                                       										so called great men of the earth only deceive   															 taking honor from God with their sorceries                                                           										They to false gods have sown to woes their own                                                         				                               				as the Hippocratic oath they swore															climbing the back of the great whore															hardened hearts whence came the obstruction                                                                                                      						the spirit of egypt pillars of destruction    	                                                                                                                                                                  		Alas dying sinner there is a cure for death


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Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


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Airport Haunting By Mirza

I met him in the airport and he told me he was a Mirza
       He had ancestors who had come from Ancient Persia.
              He was tall, dark, goodlooking and had the typical dark eyes.
And when he talked to me, you could tell, he would never tell lies.
       He was quite a conversationalist, I could tell right away.
              And seemed to be happy to be there that day.
What he told me sent goosebumps and chills up my spine.
       For he said he had been killed there one morning round nine.
              I looked at the clock which was above my head.
And of course it was nine, but I ask myself, was he really dead?
       He continued to tell me of a suicide bomber attack.
              That had happened at that airport, right there in Iraq!
He was on his way home when he felt a great blast.
       The next thing he knew, he saw his body go past.
              His spirit was hovering just above the ground where he lay.
He was looking all around wondering hey, "What the hay?"
       He finished his story and when I looked around,
              This nicelooking guy was nowhere to be found.
A trip to the library proved his tale to be true.
       He wanted to tell me so I could tell you.
              The airport he visits is now his own shrine.
And he visits every morning exactly at nine.


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EL NINO

this story told is twofold we begin                                                                                the ice storm of ninety-eight                                                                                          it was a big deal then but the trend                                                                                  the new is global warming debate                                                                                     There is one coming some day                                                                                         like the El Nino but it will be the last                                                                                 not how scientist say it will convey                                                                                  but the heaven and earth on fire the wrath                                                                  God is not willing any should perish in that storm                                                              but free will is given you have a choice                                                                             to listen to men or God but be warned                                                                              judge for yourself for me it is God's voice                                                                          for in the end man can not keep his own soul alive                                                            you may say all religions say that in as many words                                                           Do not believe me then ask God yourself for He only revives


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My Golden Child

In the furnace of her belly deep
The makers spell is cast 
My Golden Child is set to sleep
'til mother shines her last

Only through her deathly leap
My child comes to pass
My Golden Child to make you weep 
With craving wanton grasp

She's a heart breaking
Bitter mistress 
My Golden Child is hypnotizing 
Such dazzling beauty you can't resist
You can't resist my Golden Child 

In her reflected glow your hearts go weak
A white flag up the mast
My golden child you'll want to reap
Seductive poison passed


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The Oort Cloud Cometh

            The Oort Cloud Cometh

A few million years from now if we are here
Comets by the thousands will appear
Sent by cosmic forces originated from out there
Science says the Oort cloud is to blame
Some odd unseen entity called Nemeses is also named
A planet or black sun gone rogue
Gone wrong along the way
In elongated odd elliptic orbit
A distant anomaly around our sun will form 
Mysteriously align at Oort cloud and collide
In a moment of eccentricity by chance
It hurls millions of object free in our direction
Without detection, meteors and comets head for Earth
Catastrophe is sure to follow if not deflected
I hope we find defense by then
If not, since we are already dead, long before this event
Why the pretense?   Why pretend?
What would it mean in any case
If the Earth should shatter
It will only move our graves to outer space
With other matter


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The dull green light

Amongst the bark of trees 
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost

The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.

It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes

The dull green light never was and never will be.
 


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A Date With Expiration

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A Date With Expiration    
                                  
Science says regarding life 
We all must die sometime
All living things will cease to be
But History survives everything
Good for it.  I hope it has many days

Like fruits and vegetables 
And like milk stamped “Best used by”
It is news to me that humans now come
With expiration dates 
Marked "Expired" 
                    
I wonder if my taxes were filed and paid
Before I pass away or at least retire
I hope I remembered to get laid
Or paid for all my efforts
Before my time runs out


                                                
                                                                                                                                                               



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CARNAL LUST

Nobody admits that the greatest sin,
misleading and enslaving any selfish soul, is carnal lust;
and so inflamed by desire, it disappears into the dust...


Young people indulge in their rampant passions,
knowing no limits, and only when death becomes real,
they realize their wrong reason for giving away something so precious...


Hiv/Aids scientists are struggling to find the ultimate cure to halt this universal disease,
which originated from the uncontrollable carnal lust, killing millions and causing havoc;
and what if they turned away from it, and looked to God?


Amazing changes, indeed, will be coming from within their transformed hearts,
saving themselves and others, seeing their image in a true light;
if they were completly free, nothing would be unreachable or impossible to attain...


Selfless in our sharing and generous in our giving,
this human race, which God created from dust, must glorify Him
and not end in gravestones' rows that our children will not see....     
    

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side


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According To The Stats

All bombs cause destruction exemplifying 
fanatic ghastly heartless infamous
jar, kindling loathe, machination nefarious 
operations pitilessly quashing
rabid sanguineous tyranny, uncivilized violence, 
warlike xenophobia, yielding zilch!


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Quantum Foam


When they turn off
the up-down and the
right-left and they
turn off the when, when
the sound-stretched things
silence,

what new places will remain?
I am so saturated with this world,
my mind made of it.
When I travel away, what 
beyond space-time bound
imagination might I find?


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Behind Bright Eyes

Behind bright eyes...
A life lives blind;
The pain of man... 
Not far behind. 
Looking into the mirror... 
At the fast fading disguise; 
Falling to my knees, 
And the demons rise... 

No control of the change...
In the heart of least resistance; 
No such trust in myself... 
An oddity within existence. 
You think you see the truth, 
But is that the real me? 
Caught in this distorted dream, 
Hidden behind what they see... 

Encaged on the inside, 
Trapped within this charade... 
Disagreements with society, 
Just fools on parade. 
The sun slowly rises, 
Awakening to the screams... 
All of the blurred memories, 
Living nightmares from dreams.


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THE SEA

ON A NORTHERN DOCK. THE LIGHTHOUSE SHINES OVER THE SEA, WHILE 
THE MOON DISAPPEARS INTO THE NIGHT. THE FRENCHMENS RESTORES 
THEIR ENGINE FOR THEIR BOAT TO TRAVEL THROUGH ALASKA. BOARDING 
THEIR BOAT WITH NESTS TO CATCH  THE FRIST BITE OF SCALY 
CLIMPS.THEIR STOMACHS GO HUNGRY. LISTEN QUITELY WHILE THE SEA 
HOWLS THE NIGHT AIR.

ALONG DOWN THE SEA A GLEMMED GLEM APPEARED. THE FRENCHMENS 
STOOD IN STRANED.  A MYSTERIOUS FOG STUNNED AROUND THEM, 
SPINNING THE BOAT ITO A HURRICANE. FALL DOWN THE FRENCHMENS 
AND THEIR BOAT. FELLED INTO A WHOLE OF DISATERS. THE WAVES MOVED 
LIKED A SOUNDING PIANO OFALTO. THE SEA WAS EMPTY.

YEARS TO COME OF ACCIDENTLY APPERANCE. BEING FORGOTTEN THEY 
EVER LIVED. A GROUP OF HAPPY IRISHMENS TRAVEL ALONG THE SEA 
SINGING HAPPY SONGS OF LOVE. THEY BEGAN TO FEEL A COLD BREEZE. 
FLASHING OF A LIGHTHOUSE THAT HAVE'NT BEEN SEEN IN YEARS APPEAR 
BEFORE THEY EYES.

A HUGE TIDAL WAVE WIND AROUND THEM, FLUSHING THEM IN A DEEP 
WATERLY HOLE. FIGHTING FORTHEIR LIFE. THEY SAW 12 FRENCHMENS 
DRESSED IN DIRTY CLIMPY CLOTHES. THEIR BODIES WERE IN RESTRAINTS-
NO LONGER MOVED. THEY WERE SWEPTED INTO DEATH FOREVER-NOT 
REMEMBER. EACH IRISHMEN VANISHED ONE BY ONE. ANOTHER HUNDRED 
YEARS TO COME. AT THEIR RETURN TO THE SEA. WHO EVER LIE BEFORE -
REST IN PEACE FOREVER. THE SEA WILL BE CLAIM BY DEATH OF THE 
FFISHINGMENS WHO TRAVEL ALONG THE SEA.


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to see the future

Possibility the hope of a better outcome down the long beaten trail.
A glimpse into the future what will it bring what obstacles will it entail.
Tomorrow holds the key to the secrets of life and the enigma called man.
Uncertainty grips me tight over chest a mortal outside of some grander plan.
Eyes of flesh are blind to moments outside there primitive reach.
If only i could bend the path of time what wonders i could teach.
Will I see a world in unity and trust or will it stay the same hanging on doom.
Divine guidance or newest science can let any being see past there tomb
Sensation over my eyes seconds pass and i believe this is long awaited vision.
Color painted walls play out the scene no god no religion.
Impact of my quick return to the present time and the relative space.
The truth of the puzzle is impossible to accept cant look it face to face
A subtle fear engulfs my soul now I know things no mortal should know
My quest complete with no satisfaction life should pass slow.
Burning my vision the future scenes re played and I'm losing my mind.
With a knife i dig out both moist orbs pain is great instantly blind.
Maybe now i can live  out my days an eyeless old fool
Faint tired i fall to the ground loss to much blood I'm expiring in my own viscous red pool


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match my nature

the lovely leaves of spring call to you so sing
the wave of summer heat puts you under me
the fall of leaves and seeds brings about new trees
the winter of bliss or blizzard still sends you out for a chill
you bring me together just like the weather soft of touch
yet light as a feather now a breeze will blow as well
cause a light to grow a fire still to see 
if you match my nature if being burned by a sun
the right flight to see it undone a float and trick
your own be done the glasses we drop for your eyes to pop
the sunlight travels thru nature to left as such it
can burn right too if and when you light a match
this is fire too a hunters scope can work this out
a field of magnifiying pods set at levels of height
can burn down so much yet blow these up too
but will it be a buckle or shoe no this aint no hot
cinderlla story ture but what happens as fire turns 
to blue a search for water the block to shock
a electrical fire burns as well travels blue even 
thru lakes the storms and fires both roam
were be the safety the be when water is no escape
the reality to learn one way or another you also
may burn cause as fast as you are its faster still
when fire of rocks known as lava still you self
and be quick or the next match be you my stick
to all the world how do you feel of hotstuff still
go fast as a light the fight is won now the power 
of the sun yours be undone or well ? hell


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Natural Curing " Save a Child? "

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
 
The recent case 
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
 
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
 
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
 
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
 
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
 
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
 
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?
 
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
 
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "


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Mother Nature Has It Her Way

Another natural disaster,
Has took hundreds of life,
You never know when there coming,
Even though we try to predict them,
but
Mother Nature is full of surprises,
Good and bad,
Some will live to tell the tell,
And others will die trying to live,
That is the price you have to pay,
Living in the world today.


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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Darkness

Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit

Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action

Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness

Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired

Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you

There must only be two
Never more
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out

Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion


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Oceans Judgement Day

There she sits quietly stalking

Waves of sin behold the mocking

As tides of grin now stir a calling

For its awake release dark barking



Why do you allow its call

As she is nowhere beyond the wall

Waves of power etching a stall

For you to lie as she takes it all



Wind so strong from devils breath

Blowing tides to release your death

Ships of souls creating wrath

For nows the time of the Oceans path



The waves incur a special deed

As you declare the end of your breed

For watch her power rise as you plead

And watch your wrists end as they bleed



The stormy night now in brew

Your soul in flight for its untrue

As they unite for days taboo

The storm is done now you are through



Wind so calm as you pass light

Coming home for second fright

As all the souls untrue unite

Judgement day from Oceans bite


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VI: The Way Out

Poetry, like music to me creation my way out, my symphony mental, as it all may seem the orchestra plays out so beautifully painted on my brain canvas In Poetry a story of me I'm creating a way out Doors drawn into the floor can't choose an exit so I make four more walk into one so randomly I shoot out falling, but willingly an orchestrated disaster I'm just the narrorator This poetry, this music to me flowing endlessly, my way out to meet my maker, I may be greater and end world hunger, the stronger I be I will create a painless, world so free it would be for all to envy enter creation, vibration, then I make my new religion, your way out.


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appallation

"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth
but always, in all ways, their memory cherished

Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth
also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling
as guilt and horror were revealed through proof
let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling

when timetables are allowed to tip the scale 
without regard to even more profound losses
we could learn to let probable facts prevail 
and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is

foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling

© Goode Guy 2012-02-07

* pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/06/146490064/remembering-roger-boisjoly-he-tried-to-stop-shuttle-challenger-launch?ps=cprs
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=146490064&m=146483712
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster


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Poem #7

Poem #7 (by neil)
 
I do not hold on 
To the “I” you call neil.
My body will become another body,
Stronger with new cells,
new cells will come again,
bringing someone else’s week body.
A voice will have a nuance,
It will be alien to my voice.
 
I will never be gone,
Because the “I” that I hold on to,
is already dead,
has already been born,
is dieing,
is being born,
will die,
will be born,
again, and again, and again.
Again backwards,
As well as forwards.
 
The “I” I hold on to belongs to Earth,
belongs to mass.
neil Schaaf at age ten, 
he is a tree, a dog, a river,
a car, a building, a vibration of noise,
coming out of my stereo.
 
How can I die
Anymore than I have already died?
Or anymore than I’m dieing now?
The writer of this story 
sits next to you as you,
as you read it,
like a ghost with his arm around you.
Meanwhile someone is calling something neil.
 
Neil Schaaf
 


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Poem #10 (Heaven)

Poem #10 (Heaven)

An expansive ceiling above,
Like white paint dripped excessively 
On a black canvas.
My neck cranes backwards 
Following the landscape of blackness, 
And continues along with the on going blackness,
Until I almost fall into a back flip.
My conditioned senses realize their ridiculousness,
And my body attempts to adjust. 
My muscles urge ever so slightly 
to fill the expanse, to distribute itself 
All about the blackness!!
If only it could disintegrate 
And put a couple atoms 
Onto every white dot I see.
Obscurely it senses other places
To join my body into,
And swirl around in all this glory.
I can’t wait to die,
So I can be the universe again. 



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Ageless War

As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the souless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they cease as sounds of stringless harps
play deadly tones of rising starch
for todays the day that satans born
as hell is opened in endless scorn
the gate of death in ever form
the doorways open souls are torn
heaven hears the banshees fall
the angels of life begin the call
as wings of mighty resting tall
the flight begins for the endless war
the shining beams of white will show
the proud of savior carry them low
as swooping of good will begin the blow
the war of ages will now bestow
father time has just been slain
the devils work to heed the pain
the angels try but cant regain
as time stands still the war remains
planets fall unto the sun
the gods work now see satan run
as rocks will fall from heavens gun
the star of light now dark wings won
clouds they part the flight of life
swoops down below in endless flight
as souls are stolen from the night
no sun to see whos wrong whos right
the ageless war still in the now
no angels of light for you to bow
but all remains unto the brow
of life on earth is forever in prowl
for you and i are in this fight
who side do you declare to right
for you and i have no more tears
for the fight will last a many years
the wings have fallen to the ground
the horns have risen up but not found
they somehow met in ghastly earth
guess what you and i are one from birth


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The Last Of Summer

Blasted through the arteries of great wide open spaces
like fuel-injected bullets from some laser-sighted gun,
over-priced and deathtrap built, nothing cars to nowhere places,
trailing prisms of bleeding sump oil underneath the cooling sun.

From the money-grubbing fingers of a travel agent slaughter trip,
thrown a pitch in shadows of a power station pleasure park,
where sheep are glowing green at night with radiation flavoured dip,
the very soul of Mother Earth succumbs unto the leeching dark.

Rabble rousing bodies spill their flesh upon the mosaic floors,
a crunch of black sand sticky feet through hotel foyer abattoirs,
these patrons clutch at local maps, get lost inside revolving doors,
then dance around the nuclear core in plastic palm-tree disco bars.

A haemorrhage of bleeding skies damped down with streaks of sulphur grey
is fused onto the dark horizon by a deeper shade of red,
yellow bikini beachwear melts leukaemic on the judgement day,
the swallow cardiac arrests, the last of summer drops down dead.


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The Ghosts

Fixates the unknown lovers at the electronic conduit,
  blind to each other, yet bonded by faith,
trawling the net with ethereal minds,
  either, or both, may be phantom and wraith.
Subsisting on promises, slaves to the art,
  the pen and the palette, keyboard and stone,
their natures anomalous, clandestinely carved,
  collaborate egos, yet each one alone.
With respect for the disparate tempers they keep,
  the physics of characters lost and then found;
they scratch for the nucleus kernel of soul,
  unleashed ectoplasmically, sonic, unbound.
Dead or alive, of this world or some other,
  ghosts in machines of uncertain design,
it cannot be known, a conundrum unsolved,
  a figment of her mind, or she one of mine.


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Persistence of death

That noise of ever drip
Moves the mountain
The noise of ever sip
Youth from your fountain
Ageless water caressing my lip
Persistence equals my kin
Drip...drip...I call it persistence
You call it sin
Sip...Sip...

Indefinite laws rule our time
Hear the ghosts rebel
Tap...Tap...knock instead of chime
Persistence came from hell
Definitly wrong was the mime
That musk odor of swell
Tap...Tap..came the knock
Of ever setting knell
I call it persistence
You call it hell
Tap...Tap...

Look...look... I see through your eyes
Vacant was your mind
See what I see, now your demise
Searching what did you find?
Leap off the cliff no wings will you fly
Look...Look..there now you die
I call it persistence 
you call it a lie
Look...Look

Must you learn from the still
Tap...Tap... persistence is key
Must you remove your kill
Knock...Knock..know now you believe
Replace this all with skill
Look, Look, as you may need
Persistence will be thrill
You call it persistence
I say YOU kill


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DEATH OF CALENDERS

It is me, inside & outside, 
movement of sensuous self.
Time sails through the mind, 
a silken thread unbroken in names. 
If only the death would erase the fear. 
If only the other self meets my roots 
and stir up the inner sap.

Reaching the end, 
you tell me to remember
your name to latch on to memories, 
to collect all the pieces 
of conceptual loss & gains. 
How we were fooling ourselves? 
Nothing is left between us 
to celebrate the dreams.

All the stray thoughts 
could not give us insight
we were dusted off from start 
to finish in our loneliness. 
Once it was a glory 
to watch carnations in our eyes, 
now I am mourning the death of calenders.



SATISH VERMA


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FATE SPARES NO ONE

Fate spares no one
when it comes to inflict pain;
never being compassionate,
much less compliant...

Frequent supplications of pity,
don't appease this beast 
seeking victims to devour;
and the stricken` are taken captive
without  tears to shed,
having nothing to hope for...
but  they are all confined to agony,
cut off from anyone and anything!  

Fate spares no one a single hair...
wealth or poverty,
ugliness or beauty
are put on a balanced scale,
to impart  all their own share;
equality is frivolous and unfair!

Plagues are infected by ignorance,
or by a shocking lack of regard...
thus making all an endangered species;
medicine doesn't always find the cure,
patients retort and give in to vengeance...
that's when fate flings its sword:
to remind them that  it  is
as invincible as ever!      

Fate spares no one...not even I;
what life acclaims, fate disdains!
For endless ages it  ruled over many:
deceiving hearts, destroying lives;
very seldom it was powerless
to take control over the strong ones, 
who refused to see the face of a Goliath...
spreading terror through the earth!   


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Red Rum

It talks.
It whispers.
It cries out loud.
It tells secret tales.
It speaks of dark acts.
It reveals silent tears.
It uncovers the arms.
It displays events.
It exhibits truth.
It uncovers.
It rests. 

It seeps in the earth
By the hands of its culprits
From broken bottles.


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marianas trench

as all suns begin to evaporate
through the canals of salt
and tremble under the weight of water
and touch the untouched ground

the zealous trench is draped
with coral stags and seaweed-snakes
and teethed with pores of fire
which cleaves all light

as a strange fish, ill wander forever
the opaque, in search of nothing
in the hearth of origin, of dreams
in realms of jostling rainbows
ill plant my velvet flag
and sleep, in winding sheets