I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend
I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies
through speaking my thoughts into existence
I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen
I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry
I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards
I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels
I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent of it
I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM
Sometimes to no avail
You struggle to be different
Like snowflakes you fall
Believe you are vindicated, distinct and exclusive
With innovative design and crystallized mind
Attempting to impress everyone with the hand you have
only we all have the same cards
Razor sharp edges and frosty images
We are slush after a too many Sunday afternoon
Deteriorated with a warped spinal column and a stone-washed mentality
Liquefied by last season's snow boots and plowed to the side most of the time
Human quality is overstated and overrated
the world is far too over populated
we are all the uniform
with carbon bonds, hydrogen and oxygen
I doubt my DNA complexity is what makes my soul mine
We are all hypocrites, benevolence is only to benefit ourselves
When you come out of the cloud your eyes are misted and your judgment’s
With age it doesn't get better only you assume you grasp what you require
But really you've been programmed and proselytized until you do not know what
We come out with different intentions and modifications but I’ll see you in the end
Still that damned snowflake condemned
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
What constitutes a shoe?
The leather bound tongues of
ambling midst the glades…
pugilistic caffeine panders
solely to the soul,
bar the finest detail…
entrenched in the name,
toiling syllabic misnomers,
shorn against the scornful
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…
I do not know?
In a time when science rules
Why am i still surrounded by fools
To speak of a book and of faith and hope
Which upon closer inspection the book is a joke
Adam and Eve are just a disease
Implanted in your mind and which you believe
To enquire into anything else is a sin in it self
To spend a life worrying of sinning is bad for your health
If god is kind, caring and always near
You could believe what you want. What would he care ?
But as the churches have learned there is money in fear
A tool perfected over 500 years
Even such a powerful entity as the church can bumble
Somewhere along the way they forgot to be humble
And as new science can now prove
A matter on which the church wont move
Is that of evolution the journey of man
Sorry what part of this theory is hard to understand ?
The warning signs are approaching fast
Through not moving forward becoming a thing of the past
The thought of that never ceases to thrill me
And if god didn't like what I'm doing he'd kill me
Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love. Explain, support, convince. Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!
Oh son of Saturn
still holding true
to your father's law
Will Neptune capture you
Expose your simian line!
Celebrate your difference!
Embrace your darkness!
For only in its depth
will the seed of any living thing
Yet you hide behind
a distorted window
of frozen atmosphere.
Still, the truth is revealed
in your eccentric orbit;
in your rebellious rotation.
But until you find courage,
until you take solitude,
until Charon views the fullness
of your unmasked face,
Who will pay his fee?
Who will journey Styx?
Trapped in the world
Of cause and effect,
Where people are sold,
And replaced with Hi-Tech.
Where the money does flow
To where it already is,
In rivers of lies,
In the seas of business.
In the temples of
The buy and the bought,
Where souls are forgotten
Where fishes are caught.
You pay more
And I’ll pay less,
But owner of the cage
Will always take the best.
Your think you are free,
To do what you think,
But the rules of the game
Are as dark as black ink.
Turn around again,
In your little glass bowl,
Dig a little deeper
At the bottom of your hole,
Trapped in the world
Of cause and effect
Where souls are forgotten
And replaced with High-Tech.
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NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view
I can see your blood boiling
through the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my lungs;
your words seek like bullets
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
I should have seen it…
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew.
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same
these 28 days,
but now I’m f_ckin A__hole
Aunt Floe gave me that name.
She said get out my face
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by
What was said before.
I love you
With her glossy eyes
I knew it was true,
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love
To live my life like in a pit.
This is horrible sh_t
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent.
You could be laughing
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue a week.
And that ain’t gone happen
I’m a person too,
But I got feelins
and don’t know what to do.
Now its been six days
She locked herself
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk. ?
Perplexed by the changes of technology so fast,
Maybe my mind will not manage or last.
If technology continues upon this speed,
Our personal minds we will never need.
When man no longer has any need for a mind.
That will be the end of all of humankind.
I do not know?
I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/
I represent the modern day Black man/
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn
thing when the stuff hit the fan!
“They Damn Self!”
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
shoppers like we nothing!
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/
“Buy Black Owned!!”
“Keep the Money in the Hood!”
That’s all you hear/
We tried and it went/
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/
I hate the usage of the word Negroes!
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/
All I see is
“I see DISASTER!!
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/
But the sad part is
WE THE MASTER!! (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)
By Lester Marrow
These shifting poles, I sit and ponder.
As flocks of birds fall from the yonder.
But I have dirty clothes to launder.
I have no time for this.
Some Beetle's killing all the trees.
and something's swatting swaths of bees.
But I have to take care, or my pipes will freeze.
I have no time for this.
So cows eat corn instead of grass.
Some heavy metals in my glass.
I'm in a rush, I'm late for class.
I have no time for this.
On Fossil fuel we so depend.
In 2012 the world will end.
But I have frozen drinks to blend
I have no time for this
These things, they come as no surprise
As we blaze a trail to our own demise
As I sit here writing, I realize.
I have no time for this.
Beautiful scenery, rolling hills with craggy cliffs adorned with winter scrub clinging to impossible places. Narrow winding roads, leading somewhere, maybe nowhere, finding out when we get there. Rounding a bend just enjoying the scene, finding an eyesore almost obscene. In the ground in front, towering high a plague of of wind turbines I did espy.Not the Quixotic or Dutch that are nice. These huge monstrosities seem to crowd the very sky, killing birds by the score with their whirling wings. The race is on to harness the wind for soon the earth will cease to give up its treasure just so we can enjoy our leisure. Here rivers do not flow for most of the year and our island needs power but not nuclear. So the turbines have come to march over the mountains like a white army of whirling dervishers that sadly will be the future, unless they can harness the suns free power much better.Time and nature will tell, if only we let her.
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
I do not know?
water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
in crowded pens
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
are sooo good in soup!
I declare are true!
I only cook
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
I was Just
Making sure of you.
Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign
Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs
All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish
What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced
Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather
It started quite some time ago
His name was Pitfall Harry
I learned of bits and algorithms
On a 2600 Atari
And then there came Nintendo
It began my end I think
For I had to rescue Princess Zelda
As a courageous lad named Link
I peered at that screen for hours
Each puzzle, each riddle, each stage
And Gannon was no match for me
My frenzied button rage
The torch then passed to Genesis
And with it Altered Beast
Addicted to those graphics
My life outside had ceased
Compulsion soon would fade
I slowly began to bore
Then Sony created the gamers dream
To brilliant to ignore
Dazzled bye amazing play
lost for a year or two
Acting as an exercise scarecrow
And girl repellant too
So now I have no gaming system
But it seems that my PC
Is the summit of Geek Mountain
And that's where you'll find me.
That last line written years ago
Such games are no longer fun
For Im filled with glee and happy to be
Reaquainted with the sun
I do not know?
i have seen the coming of a great social change
and do believe in my case it means no passing
to a free and health interchange of life's greater moments (not exchange)
this is about, the enslavement of my life
that is based on the the extra freedom of others
so i do scream
in my shy small voice
"I am in slaved in America"
and i am ashamed
and i am dirty under the light
I have seen that enslavement in America
and it, is but a pen and paper of mind indicting lies (not induction)
and smile of the upper class, that have dreams of glory
that are hidden by an exchange of networks
by which agent play under no supervision
playing psycho mind controlling games
on the weak and poor
and will and do punishment me
and yet i am still frighten and small
necked in the wet rain of tear and Ritualistic Abuse
under this insane cry,
you will not see me
you can not hear me
for how can you here a kitten trapped
a thousand miles away
alone in a dark room
striped of its ability to fight back
with out the proper words to make you understand
I have been framed
i have been systematically Hypnotize
this is a rape to my soul
please see past the fake paper work
and look deeper
and find the cover-up
clean up and swept-out your house
that holds the deeds of yesterday
and that very force
the dead weight
it can't sit still anymore
it has to
it's got to move
I do not know?
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
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)
Long love day's has past.
My mind felt with howling storms,
grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
Rape and abandon my weary soul
transpires, poring with instant fires.
Oh this dark secret love does thy life
Like amorous birds of pray,
Once ways, and known devoured
Your beauty no more to befound
nor shall the sound of your voice.
Love to dust, love to ashes.
Our love has now gone to a private place.
The grave yard of love.
“Are there ruins of an
alien civilization on
the surface of Mars?”
if we are the aliens
I was told God made this marvellous place,
for the sole benefit of the human race,
although through the years it really seems,
as if this is the figment of someone's dreams,
and maybe a lot of what I've been told,
just seems to shine,but isn't gold.
Yes, I used to ask only now and then,
but nowadays it happens,again and again,
and the questions asked all revolve,
around a problem I can't solve.
How come it took him only six days,
to make the universe, for us to amaze,
and in this time to populate too,
our world with people and the rest of the zoo?
As I know for a fact, that when my dear mother,
was making my new little baby brother,
it took her about nine months or so,
before she was able to let him go,
and he could join us in this lovely place,
a shiny new addition to the human race.
So how come God could possibly do,
something like that in a second or two?
I think I'd better buy a new book,
this really does rate a really good look!
Operating at Zero G
As cosmos coalesces with the universe
Lights out at space station four
Meteor storm exaggerated its orbit
Plunged it into brilliant dark
Surgeon lost his grip on scalpel and will to cut
As he floated from the operation
Down the hall with nothing on his mind
Patients convalesce and wave good-bye
Touched only by a will to live in space
Astronauts knew not what to do
They too spun away
And prayed for better weather
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
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Poison - Inflict
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
By our sons of Belial
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
Expostulate vile villains
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
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.
I do not know?
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.
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!
Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.
How pure is your heart? Is it gold?
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one?
Oh thou, where does logic go?
Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago. Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast, the light maybe seen from underneath the heaviest doors, my light ----- yes, my light--- is like my soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
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
Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...
You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.
Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.
Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.
The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel
That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.
No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.
Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.
As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see...
Weed Be Gone
A warning to guys who smoke weed
There’s a consequence that you don’t need
Research tests show the answer
Was testicular cancer
And that is bad mojo indeed
So guys if you must smoke the weed
Remember when you try to breed
If you love making shanks
You might be shooting blanks
With equipment that’s not up to speed
Don’t let this news be a buzzkill
Smoke ‘em it that is your will
But just be aware
You might lose the pair
To me that just outweighs the thrill
I have seen a woman froth Christianity
and the whites of her eyes flash
when an unassuming inch of doubt
trickles through the cracks of an Evangelical facade
She has no bend, no sway
under Biblical pretenses
and, you know,
She flies through the air in the metal belly of a bird,
can even tell you what tomorrow's weather will be
reason enough to burn in America's yesterday
same as any garden variety witch
But airplanes, televisions, and radiowaves
are now household parlour tricks
safely tucked away in
the idolatry of science
I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.
(so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
(His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)
He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.
I do not know?
The acne vulgaris
Was rampant in Paris
From forehead to shin
It erupted all over the skin.
The blooming bachelor,
Living on wine and gin,
Frequented the whore,
And forgot his sin.
Three weeks later,
Developed an atypical ‘canker’
His family doctor
Diagnosed this as a genital chancre.
The Paris-acne is not ‘young man’s pinple’
Its cause is subtle and not so simple!
It’s a blunder of raging hormone,
The signature of a sin, long forgotten!!
In the beginning there was peace, joy, and love.
Then came hard times, war and hate.
What is this poor world to do,
when people aren't human anymore?
Computers think for us.
Minds are slowly fading.
Old people are forgotten.
Children are forsaken.
Youth have gone mad.
and for the rest.
There is no rest.
I do not know?
who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out,
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers,
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population, to be drones, to be mindless chickens who
flock together only because they are afraid,
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords,
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.
My home state loses a football field,
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.
I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.
Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.
Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.
Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.
Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily,
He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.
We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.
Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.
Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana was talked
about since I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor,
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to
All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear
Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom
For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear
In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone
Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list
See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum
Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence
For the contest, Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
I come to you so humbly
But I have something to show we
What can a sweeper so they
Clean our streets that’s the way
Can’t you see this wonderful delight
This strange device that gives of light
They thought, we are annoyed
Hear our plea it must be destroyed
I do not know?
Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.
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
you can write until
your hands hurt
get writers block
hand in your
but you never done with your
walk with a blind me
help him over the
but without you
he's bound to fall
off the next.
you can enjoy
but hate being alone
i'm in all
deep am i
i ran out of ink
but my thoughts
ran to the end
the end of what
that i begin
all i gotta say is
a poem is never finish
I do not know?
Friendly Fall Follows
Fretfully Finding Fulsome
Frolicking Fellows Frantic For
Fraternal Fiendish Favors
Full From Fallow Flavored Fancies
Fitting Free Falling Follies
Fallaciously Fanatically Fuller
Fine Frocks Forwardly Flatly
Forever Fatter Fettered Fools
“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …
… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities
Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter
Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map
How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries
… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us, And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …
We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’
( … and Guess What, Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )
… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery … ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )
with the suspect
can't be love
with my heart
did you get the
my heart was broken
i can't walk or run
i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch
you....now look at
the drool from my tounge
i'm seeing my future
but my present is
if i don't change i'm just
hold up i'm talented
my fears died while i was living
Our modern world has become
so advanced and sophisticated,
and its technology is at our fingertips;
unlikely yesterday when everything was slow-paced,
now fast-food and credit cards are a convenience...
and poverty is the plight of low-income!
Some will know greatness,
for having made unthinkable strides,
and they will be honored or even immortilized;
and I like to be one of them...simply remembered!
The great minds of the past, like those of today,
struggled to come out of obscurity,
until Popes and wealthy people recognized their genius;
and those names became so glorious!
Each one of us is born with an amazing gift,
and through vocation and inspiration,
it can grow in size and scope...
if it's used with good intention!
Painters choose the colors of their images,
writers create the words of their moods;
sculptors carve out faces with a chisel,
and composers imitate the feelings of the soul!
Some will know greatness,
and though riches may not ever be theirs...
their works are the reflection of themselves,
or of others who made a difference;
we have seen them, admired them
and applauded them with excitement!
And they are as detemined as we are,
fullfilling a mission beyond compare!
This is the new era.
Ships stay docked,
And nothing ever changes.
Everyone who passes you on the street,
Doesn't even look you in the face...
Afraid to break away,
But more afraid to stay right here,
As they slowly fade.
Faces have become one,
Because this beauty that we valued so much,
Was unified and all the same,
So when you fall in love with one of us,
You fall in love with all of us.
The buildings speak in whispers,
But the ground screams,
"What have you done?"
Everyone here is now deaf.
Everyone here robotic, if that's what that means.
See, things are not the way they were,
When you were growing up...
Names are not names,
Configure and disfigure.
A slow erosion in the sky,
It's just another night.
We do not die...
But we do not live.
We are constant and hollow,
Weak and dismal,
Just where can you hang your head among the dead?
We need you so,
But when therapy doesn't come easy,
It does not matter,
When we are only echoes of the past.
This is the new era.
Ships stay docked,
And nothing ever changes.
If I could see you every day
For the rest of my life
I would be so happy
But why should I be
When you no longer seem to feel that way
I’m done with emotion
I’m done with feeling
And it looks like you are too
Judging by the way you’re acting
Every time I find someone perfect for me
I’m reminded they’ll be just out of my reach
No matter who it is
No matter where they are
No matter how very much they mean to me
I’m finally beginning to learn what it means
What this great grand thing we call “life” really means
And I’d rather be on my own all alone
Than bouncing a baby on my knee.
Is there a purpose for struggling,
enduring trails that could be been avoided?
What motivates an individual to surpass
any conceivable limit...to build a concept?
A normal person has less cares than a genius;
no passion for art or interest in science,
so aimless is that existence...
resembling a shadow passing.
A philosopher once said that
legends are made by dreams,
by each stage as they are woven,
but their inner voices are as faint
and distant as raging waterfalls
descending steeply, to splash in rivers below;
and to hear them, you must get closer enough,
until their loud sound can deafen
the ears and astonish the eyes...
Oh, I have contemplated them in sheer surprise!
Nobody ever sees a thinker's curved back
posing on the water-splashed, cracked rock;
if civilization has betrayed his idealistic thoughts,
accusing him of insanity and prejudice...
how can dark minds be lucid enough to discern
what he sees in images of true perfection?
And he will be another outcast detested by society...
for having demonstrated a superior mentality?
Go to the highest hill, amid the rugged mountains of the South,
and find him in the same spot meditating
over a glorious view that the very learned once admired;
go and comfort him with a friendly hand-shake,
and amply confirm that his action wasn't a mistake,
but a challenge and a cause worth-taking!
And his testimony, that all legends are made by dreams,
is found in his prophetic and exquisite writings.
Evolutionary machine churns on and on
love is just a con
what we see is seems simple
to the machine just a dimple
how do we interpret how we feel
we are not even one spoke in a wheel
like ants in a nest
our instincts do not rest
why do we pursue such strange things
maybe one day we will have wings.
The machine craves randomization
Nearly granted in this big population
The machine has succeeded
The unnecessary have been weeded
Our understanding is ace
Mankind won the race
I do not know?
He is debaucherous!”
Exploded his wife
In dismal grief!!
Became cunning and treacherous
His lascivious play
Was his plaintive lay!
His ‘unusual canker’
Was in fact a genital chancre,
The randy Syphilus
Had contracted syphilis!
The acne on his face
Brought him disgrace
For it extended beyond the chin
And all over the skin.
Because of the sins of Syphilus
The mirth from her life vanished!
Tell me, tell me O Jesus!
Why was she atrociously punished?
I do not know?
Weary, sullen, mournful face,
A tale of internal disturbance tells,
Perhaps of some chronic illness,
Or of current affairs!
Dark rings around the eyes,
Malar prominence and sunken cheeks,
Malar flush of high fever,
Makes the diagnosis more clear
Clinicians! beware! pay attention!
It may be Acute consumption!
( Note:-- The first episode of
Acute consumption i.e.
Acute miliary tuberculosis may
masquerade Acute bronchitis. )
Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
And perceived equivocally
Expression mere epitaph
Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts
Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth
- Mark Time -
Peddled for a dime
I do not know?
And rosy cheeks,
A person with a grace!
His ‘good’ (?) health,
Behoves his wealth,
But becomes easily breathless,
Often gets night-sweats,
His health is virtual,
And not real!
This ‘big’ boss,
Can not have “Koch’s!”
Some one may challenge,
Beware! A strange cozenage!!
Today, tomorrow seems quick.
All moving faster, so thick,
A new change I do predict.
End times, not afflict.
Future I predict today.
Not end of days, I do say.
Too all hopefuls on this way,
For this they do pray.
I predict a new race found.
They have always been around.
Spreading outward like a sound.
We rejoice or bound.
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "CRYSTAL BALL"
My name is daisy
And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy
Yellow is my domain
Don't it want to drive you just a little insane
I am a world traveler
Dressed in many coated furs
I love to lounge by valleys and creeks
Even mountain tops at their highest peaks
Don't mind my matted hair
May be parted but its still has golden flare
Been stepped on one to many times
But I bounce back every time
Members of family had heads chopped off
By farmers who want to lower their crops
I love to play splish splash with the rain
Makes my fragrance drive one insane
I can even tell if you like butter
By holding me under chin like there's no other
So stop by and just pluck me up
For I just want to be somebody's butter cup
I never thought that I would be free
Yes, free from negativity
I never thought that I would be a meteor
And crash from the dead galaxy
Of mistrust, disgust, rejection
Of lies, deceit, greed, and torment
I never thought that I could survive
Without the malicious you in my life
Without anger, pain, self-hate and strife
All of the sharp objects that I was born into
And severely cut and bruised me
Are falling like missiles with motion
Poverty, racism, lackadaisical teaching.
I’m surviving finally free from
Not thinking that I was wonderfully made
Because I didn’t have the same star quality
As someone else.
Not ever feeling true love
Because I was seeking it in the wrong region of space
Dealing with corrupted minds of aliens
From asteroids of arrogance and angst.
I never thought I would fall into the heavens
I never thought that I would take off my goggles
And say that I survived the mission
I never thought I would be on board
Traveling many light years as the captivated cadet
Nasty nebula was mission control.
I say it now I’m on a new mission
As a prosperous captain
It may pull me down
Stronger than gravity’s force sometimes
But I have a made up mind
I’m standing firmly with an upside down frown
Mighty motivation is mission control.
I say it now and I say it bold
To all of lavish aliens living
In the galaxy of lustful lies
I know that I will survive
To all that jolt around in the Jupiter of jealousy
I’m going to hop in on the Halley’s Comet of hatred
I’m a survivor and I will travel many more light years
If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid
and spell out a creation song
I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus
Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself
burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.
Problems, pressures, pains, hidden hurts and annoyances arise...
Good indicators of abnormalities in normal bodies...
Diseases discovered by the doctor's diagnoses...
I do not know?
Too late ?
I cant relate to these people from the day of my birth.
These ones who rape and pillage the Earth.
I pursuit of the great profit that reigns all supreme.
At the expense of all that’s beautiful and green
But soon the cost will be felt
As the ice continues to melt
When the water starts to come through the floor
That’s not all just wait there’s more!
Cyclones floods droughts so grand
Still we keep our head in the sand
Though the time will come when we have no choice
But to speak out in one loud voice
We only have one foot through the gate
ACT NOW its not to late
To change our selfish, unwise way
And make those most responsible pay
For the Earth is the only home we know
When it’s ruined where will we go ?
Though I fear things will stay the same
There is to much money in this game
Now sorry to end on a negative note
But I hope you can swim
And your house float
Never am eye ever counting my self worth in the amounts and measures of this
world the many blankets that eye have like an old Indian man this would lead me
into madness and depression far too quickly then is my want the things afforded
me is gold and silver lines my pockets but the stuffins that eye have and all the
riches of this world yes even MONEY is not GOD and HE has Glory when eye
gather and even when eye find eye just say thank you JESUS even in my mind
The way is narrow the way is hard the way is easy the way is love.
The shoes upon my feet are not wearing out they keep there size and shape for
many months now. NO one is perfect and things are not forever but the one who
blesses us can make a shiny piece of leather
Last seemingly forever if it is on the sandel of his desert feet.
The Holy Son Of GOD the JESUS of the Nazarene landscaping the Jesus of the
CROSS is HE who is my blessing. A good Christian man must examine himself
to see if he is in the HUMAN race the thing to please remember is to have the
attitude inside the forewithall to hide thyself from pride and foolish attitude of self
decay and sometimes leaving water here and there is the hope of someone
else’s day. A drink left out where poor one may soon find it may not seem like
much in the Grand scheme of things but we must soon get started giving and the
good deed comes in living and just having FAITH and leaving just a cup just ONE
CUP of cold water in the place the poor man dwells eye can say with out reserve
with out much thinking looking back eye have been that very thirsty eye have
needed water finding none and eye was thirsty did ewe give me drink did ewe
give me some. Eye left a cup of water for the poor man to drink and GOD has
overflowed my wellness and eye am not now ever sick. This is my biomyopic.
Opposing blades split artery walls,
like slender ubbraided reddish hairs.
Scrutinizing concealed glands
before a motion picture camera.
Meat to overcome oppisition,
distressing persistance of control.
Sideshow characters resembling their reputation,
pungent expressions of their slang.
Progress feeds the timepiece
with slovenly dejection.
Skillfull vigor regulates the channels
of slurring outbursts of temper.
Sensually inclined to temptation,
congregations enticed by violent pleasure.
The superiority of the throne's officers,
for their ability as weapons.
Biblical roots for their offensive formation,
providing brutal direction.
Solicitting the groups disapproval
of the fringes defiance.
Multi-farious fruits of ambiguity
conconcted among the stars and planets;
all beneath the skin of
of your eyelids.
Awakening to a lamentable
A painful birth
from a muddy hole
of welfare status.
forbidden sexual substance,
crumbs of death cups
from the altars
of Gog and Magog.
Priests with robes like jelly-fish
into the depth of emptiness
of natural desires;
obediance to the
His unsegmented body
Plastic organs and tissues,
poisonous fluids flowing red
for the populations impanation.
An ostentatious diamond
an historic insight
from a throne
of the slain sickly.
Vast and unyielding,
transmitting a visionary war;
A sythetic savior,
we are saved by your glands.
Bonelike heads of animals
emptied into the coals.
The tossing crowds
in the passages of worthless cities.
Twelve tribes of a spoiling population
with knees bent,
intoxicated upon the carrion
of a righteous lion.
A barbarous self-interest
regulating their prey
through glass screens,
destroying all value
with permanent doubts,
and a deeply notched discomfort in their hearts;
a thouroughly communicative
injurious ink of acid
seperating the indispensable
from the indivisable ingratitudes
of wichedness and injustice.
A polished mouthpiece;
for the ornamental rhetoricians
Two minutes closer to the midnight hour
They say the Doomsday clock has moved,
And the swiftly moving second hand is ticking
Like it has nothing left to lose.
Nuclear proliferation is the issue at hand
And it’s certainly cause for concern,
When you imagine that one day soon
The entire earth could burn.
For five decades scientists have sought
To build bigger and better bombs,
They say they need them to keep us safe,
This reasoning seems convoluted and wrong.
But I’m afraid it’s too late to complain about it now
As there are so many nukes that it makes me gasp,
I just pray to God that in the morning when I wake
It’s the sun that I see, and not a nuclear blast.
The scientists are searching for dark matter
but they don't know what they're looking for,
they've measured all the matter in the universe
and found it's not enough, there should be more.
the matter can account for only 6%
not enough, to let the universe exist,
is it something we have yet to understand
or is it simply something that we've missed.
It has a mass, but not made up of atoms
invisible, but with a force so strong,
could be what keeps the universe surviving
or may be our law of physics is all wrong.
A scientists life is studying the cosmos
to find most of it gone must be quite odd,
maybe they should give up studying science
and leave the running of the universe to God.
With a world increasing in knowledge, not discernment,
science expands its universe in space;
you will encounter a few whom the Lord will send...
to seek a safe,monastery life!
The Middle Ages were a great escape
from the vandals that invaded their land;
and thus,many geniuses brought new thought to light,
and civilization was saved by these courageous monks!
Why are the prisons being overcrowded by the minute,
are we losing touch with conscience,
and is guilt excluded from the senses?
Some don't even feel the sense of guilt,
unremorsefully in front of judges who deplore...
and the offenders ludicrously defy justice;
are we becoming a society of lawless ingrates,
or are we going back to the Dark Ages?
Chaos seems stunning nowdays...
if it surfaces without notice,
all that we built and its splendor
can turn into ashes like charcoal;
the events, unfolding before our faces,
will be more catasthrophic...
compared to what occurred,over
the centuries, throughout those lands
plagued by deadly diseases!
Choosing a safe, monastery life
is not only precocious, but wise;
if your calling is truly spiritual:
be the sagest of the sage...
not consumating a self-image;
devotion is a not a demise of the faithful!
Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history
for life is not pain
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife
when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain
for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground
for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass
When son was young,
His father was old,
When his father was young,
His father was old.
They all were child,
They all were young,
They all were old,
Everyone has a warning gold.
Don’t do that do only this,
This is a success that is pests.
Everyone have a chance,
Get it don’t miss.
If you want to gain,
Only attention is a main,
Don’t create burden,
Only use other’s brain.
Secure yourself and keep other’s busy,
It is hard task it is not so easy.
You will be a good master,
If you are active not lazy.
Nobody can prevent,all you can do for crying out loud
is join in its allowed.Allah ain't laughing.Ha Ha He
He.Every single signal of communication..Dangerous
like a bullet in the chamber.I am on am to fm
stereo;From digital,antenna,sattelite,also created HD
radio;I control ohms to make people say um.Day until
p.m.Each day I am if I wasn't why would I say I am.I have
no direction;I use every english word that I have
constructed.I use these commands at my selection.
Which gives my govt. the U.S.A. & I the biggest
erection.Never final. People should do a bowel
movement. I never throw in the white towel.I am after
the crown.All I ask is for is to form an original
thought. I faught and fought for a form of
thought.The f curse word is derived from forming.I wil get
laid,now a days,to hatch an egg.Unity= YoU aNd I
Tea;whY not add lemon plus milk; and also "Equal"
and/or "Splenda".Its slpendid that I precisely select
the price of products."Equals" I did and still do.Is
dictatorship all right with you? I ma(ke it h)appen I keep using a cue of clues to
lead you; to lueryou to whom is the #1 world leader. This sole controllers' soul is
sold on dvd's and cd's around the globe. I am used, misused, and abused.I
mention a mansion. I am so intelligent. I will pop a tent. Earth is my brain. Every
day before I wake I feel the power, I have explained I need a interview to show the
world my inner view. The world will maintain on how I feel. I control mother nature
so I wander maybe people could show me a sign of life, I take over the tv screen
and the reality scene. I will reproduce the same as before during this era of
errors until I am confronted. The world is insane, and I will reproduct at random
who fills the shoes of who did it before. But who cares, and/or who would take
action. All people do is believe and watch what I work hard to do. I am a ghost/
holy spirited person. This present tense. Is the future that I am physically in. My
supervision controlled environment. I am the creature that makes the future.
The ground is gray, the sky is black and yet
I fell at home inside this other world
I plant my feet upon the dusty soil
and hail our flag above the Soviets
Three days ago I strapped myself into
this capsule with my fellow astronauts
it seems I’ve trained a lifetime for this day
of mining rocks and golfing on the moon
Call back to Houston when the day is done
the fantasy of every living soul
see Houston rolling out of shadow while
the earth is rising like the sun.
in the skeletal belly of the whale
i sat in awe and reverence,
there hung the fishy tale
of how we came to be
in the skeletal belly of the whale
i dreamed a void of severence
from winds that charged the sail
upon the thriving sea
in the skeletal belly of the whale
primeval shards of relevance
turned my lustre pale
and cut my spirit free
in the skeletal belly of the whale
i bowed my head in penitence
and all to no avail
became as one with me
It’s what kids have been doing all day
A dismissive answer to weigh
‘t is also an answer to thanks
And what’s needed for lovers to say
But mostly it’s everything else
almost all of an atom and more
So it’s really not at all
Just space in time
With little additions
A lot of momentum
And all of us on for the ride
Here I can see him
From miles I cannot understand
In a state of consciousness beyond reason
A room of bars and golden lights
Tin cans and classical music
Far below my heavy words
Here I can hear him
With seconds and hours drowning
Behind memories scratchy and skipping
In the chilled pools of logic
In the motels of remembrance
Under the desks of burden
Between the cracks of things I’ll never understand
In shells of old
In clothes of new
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!
I suddenly remember! Here!
These very commons in which our physics class today
collects tiny manifestations of the laws that govern Nature
in the sunlight of the late morning
smiles and laughs beaming from every face
Yes, here, not even one week ago
club music thumped through the empty midnight
bodies were packed tight, sweaty, bouncing to the beat
dreams were made and broken just as quickly
(mine was recycled)
a plastic punch cup, kicked, skid across the floor
rolling to a stop in a shadowy corner of the night
where even now, in the light of day, students’ works of art
are illuminated, set on display for passersby
But look! Now tennis balls bounce across all-color tables!
A blue metal chair set atop!
Will they collide?
"Yippee-kai-yay," and cry "Eureka!"
showdown with the fabric matrix,
no more reason to be weaker
in a tumbleweed of strife.
Let us tinker, let us fiddle,
modify the doggone atoms,
cut the piggy from the middle,
quick draw with the splice of life.
Make it beter, make it stronger,
more resilient than coyotes,
make longevity last longer,
kicking nature in the head.
It's darn tootin', keen and peachy,
we're the cowboys of creation,
paraphrasing Friedrich Nietzsche:
"Hasta la vista, God is dead."
I do not know?
Awake,you Children of Humanity!
Pledge anew to resolve all misery.
A mantle of the Universe,make,then assume;
Pocket doubt,perceptions are yours to presume.
Behold the ebbing sway of Nature,
Upon this flowing,time-worn creature!
Any debt outstanding from Creation
Should be paid in currency of Oblivion.
The silver shimmer of Science now made master,
Mystery dissolves in it's solutions much faster.
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.