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Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 1

INTRO
A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and it's growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond .” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb singing "evolution conception a world beyond - evolution conceives a world afar."
DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure, so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “ Mmmm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that .” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
Jack’s Next Adventure
As Jack planned he would make two weapons and use them if needed. He would take some food with him for his sustenance and a change of clothes for his comfort. He must travel lightly. He cannot be overloaded. This was an adventure to discover the beyond and then return home. He would set some landmarks as he journey within this other world to ensure that he could return to his beanstalk, therefore, assuring his returning home and thus, hopefully safely. Day ten, after the discovery of this world beyond, Jake began to climb his beanstalk once again. Now know that this City that Jack was from had many beanstalks. Did Jack think he was only one with this discovery? Everyone had to plant their own individual beanstalk. Was Jack’s the only one with a world beyond or did he share this with others? Secrets were known to be kept in City of the Bean People forever. Well now Jack had arrived into this other world beyond via his beanstalk. It was a flora place and no one was stirring about. He walked and walked and walked until he came to a cellulosic world. Amidst these cell walls of plants and algae was a cave-like house. He heard loud snoring. He felt to see had he lost his weapons. He had not. Jake entered the house. At first he saw feet then legs. These legs were very long but finally he arrived at the knee caps about 6 minutes later. He knew then that this was a big, big person. He became afraid, but he tiptoed on. He discovered the Giant. He was not about to wake him. Jake decided it was time to end this adventure for now and return home. It took Jack about 1 day to complete his journey home. Nevertheless, he knew he would be back to meet this big person. He had to so that he could discover this world beyond forever. Meaning, he desired the world beyond to be part of his constructed life; therefore, he knew he would fulfill his desire.
JOURNEY TO MEET BIG PERSON
Jake did not remove his landmarks on his journey home from his last adventure that took him into the world beyond. He would travel via these landmarks so that he knew how to get back to the Giant’s home. Two weeks later Jake went on his third adventure. His plan was to meet this Big Person and become friends with him if this was possible. He knew his life could be endangered because he was a small man, but he had to find out if this Giant could be his friend. So Jake went on his merriment way singing: “ This will be quite an adventure. The third trip to what I will call Giantvillism. It’s quite a beautiful place to me, as I see life forming and then there’s this Big Person. Giant he will be call, quite scary after all; however, very much worth the adventure and a connection to his world .” Jake stopped singing and walked quietly, continuing on his journey, as he completed climbing his beanstalk. As Jake continued on his journey to Giant’s home, he constantly discovered new knowledge about Giantvillism. Everything was cellulosic. But he notices that some of these cellulosic things may be able to take human life form. However, it seemed that they needed triggering. An evolutionary world he had discovered with biological means and after he met Giant and if they became friends, he would find this world’s trigger point because it was necessary and should be develop and this is the premise he would live by and also influence Giant to do the same through his instruction, if needed. Hopefully, Giant may know how to do this himself but needed a motivator. Jake knew well that he was that and more. Jake perceived himself as quite powerful. Halfway to Giant’s home Jake felt aspiration and became aspirated and as usually, began to sing while breathing out. He continued his singing merrily and almost ran into Giant who was outside his home. Jake found himself no more than twenty feet away from Giant when he saw his legs in a standing position. Jake did a double-take and hid behind an object he did not have a name for but if he described it, it would be to him a big fossil plant or maybe an artifact of this world. Giant began to move and it seems as if he was humming. However, Jake decided he was singing in his native language, which words sounded like those of a hummingbird. Jake needed a plan of approach and while he was thinking, he fell asleep behind the big fossil plant.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Daylight is Wasting Away

You see the pain in my eyes
And you erase the cruel lies
I see the pain in your eyes
Tell me something promising as time flies
Don't say your goodbyes
I say hello to our temporary highs 

Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt 
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show 

Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap 
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep 
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind 
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind 
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot 
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness 
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness

Verse 7: I'm sorry for being unfaithful...I've become this jaded fool 
I'm sorry for the xoxo's I gave you that made you ungrateful
I'm sorry for being your inadequate tool...but I'll try to stay cool
I'm sorry for telling you something you already know - I'm swimming in my lament pool
Even in the creeping shadows,
Our love makes the night radiant, oh so radiant
Even in our deepest sorrows, 
Our passion makes our days and nights so brilliant 
I give up everything just to have you in my arms
So enchanted by your elegant soul, sparkling with charms
 Kiss me before the dawn peaks it's head out
Don't forsaken me, you know what I'm talking about
I crash into you in a lightyear moment and I'm under your spell 
Wondering if you're a hell in heaven's clothing...my mind is spinning, going pell-mell!

Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt 
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show 

Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap 
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep 
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind 
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind 
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot 
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness 
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness

Verse 8: I see you in the darkest of night, 
Douse me with your delight 
Daylight is wasting away like fire 
Led astray by the desire that I admire  
Prove to me that you love me eternally 
Make me believe you love me unconditionally 
Are you telling the truth or are you a liar?
Are you the clever king and I'm your exquisite empire?
You invigorate me with your power of serenity
I crown you with vivacious prosperity 
 I implore you to not be carried away with your greedy ways 
Because there will be days when you won't be showered with gaily praise 

Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt 
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show 

Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap 
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep 
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind 
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind 
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot 
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness 
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness

Verse 9: Do you clearly see what I see?
I gaze into your eyes with hope and joy
I look up to you in sunlit glee
So tired of being a tattered and torn toy on the kitchen floor, forlorning hopelessly 
I happily give you my genuine xoxo's
Who knows where our wicked wind blows
I give you a gift from my young heart
It's something I haven't told you yet...
wishing it will bring us together instead of tear us apart 
Tell me something I don't know - something that I won't forget
Something that I'll not easily get I bet

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 4

Religious gatherings happen on Thursday as well in Bean’s Cathedral.  The Scribes would read from The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest and the Bean people who attended would be blessed for a greater existence in which this would prepare them to covenant in Bean Town on Thursday night.  Their partying was very diverse.  They did not drink liquor but had many things to drink and a lot of food to eat.  Those that did not attend would be attending to last minute business in which the Scribes understood and blessed them with The Smoke of Missing Hope during Bean’s Cathedral Religious Gathering.  Once this was done all was well in City of the Bean People and Bean Town tinkled.

Jake’s Return to Giantvillism
Now Jake was quite ready to return to Giantvillism, however, he wanted to be prepared for whatever. So on the day of his departure, which was three months from the last; he gathered has weapons and added a flask of merriment. This he would give to Giant as a gift. As always, Jake begin to sing: “ I am going to give Giant a gift. A flask of merriment and he will enjoy this. Therefore, I’m on my way to Giantvillism and maybe Giant and I will travel beyond into his cellulosic world !” Jake began to climb his beanstalk, which took three hours to the top. Once he finally made it to solid ground, Jake began to walk. He knew his way well now because of the eleven times he had visit Giant and this was the twelfth. Jake felt at ease and please with being here in which he knew that Giant awaited his return and that Giant knew he was coming [this day]. As Jake travel on to Giant’s cave, he discovered that some of the cellulosic life forms had evolved. He saw a little man building a house and stop to converse, however, the little man, did not seem to hear a word spoken so Jake tapped him on the shoulder and both the little man and the house he was constructing vanished. Jake walked on until he came upon a woman with four children and she spoke to Jake. “Hello, Jake! So, you return today.” Jake was overwhelmed. She knew his name, but he did not know hers. Jake responded: “What is your name my lady? I do not know yours, however, you do know mine.” “My name is Melody. I am a gypsy. Therefore, I know things that Bean People do not.” Jake became fascinated and asked: “How do you know that I am a Bean person?” Melody answered and said: “Well gypsies have insight into others’ lives or life lines and Jake with you, it is your height, which is the factor. I must go now with my four and maybe I will see you again to tell you some more.” Jake smiled and bid her farewell and not a goodbye. “About five miles”, Jake thought “and I will be at Giant’s house.” Humming and then he begin to sing because he knew this would make time leave much sooner. This is the melody Jake song. “,My life is that of an ordinary man. I stand 5”6” and have such small hands. But if I need to be as big as I can be, I have another half of pint in me. My wife truly loves me and soon, yes I do believe, she be traveling with me to Gianvillism and we will make love in this cellulosic world as we did in Bean Town as teenagers. Oh, her name is Nefa!” Finally, arriving at Giant’s cave house; however, Giant was not at home in which Jake knew he would wait because he was there to stay for at least five days, which his wife Nefa knew he would be gone for that long but no longer than fourteen days or two weeks. Jake fell asleep and was awakened by Giant’s return home. Giant knew he was there and came into his home with a loud bellow: “Hello Jake, glad of your return. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Some of the cellulosic life forms have evolved in Giantvillism and with me is my cousin Maddy.” Jake jumped from his mat and states: “I discovered this on my journey to see you, Giant. First, I met a little man building a house. I tried to talk to him, but he did not hear me and when I touched him on his shoulder he and his house disappeared. Next, I met a gypsy named Melody who knew me immediately by name and by my people. However, I knew nothing about her. We talked and then she had to leave. So, Giant I am not that surprised but I would like to know why do you call Maddy your cousin?” Giant responded: “Well, Jake you see I am from a cellulosic life form as well and Maddy evolved the same way I did. Being from a cellulosic life form one do not evolve as brothers or sisters; only cousins. Therefore, our family history in Giantvillism is based on the foundation of how we evolve. Maddy is the second of my evolutionary life form.” Giant, Maddy, and Jake begin to get to know each other. It seems that all the difficulty Jake was afraid of in getting to know Giant three months ago had been banished when the cellulosic life form evolved while Jake was away. Jake was learning about Giant’s life through him telling Maddy about what it meant to be from the cell of the Big People. It seems that this cell came in many heights because Maddy was not a giant. He was about 6”1”. Jake would say that women would think he was considerably handsome. Giant also said that The Cell of the Big People would evolve many more cousins within the next five years as adults in order for them to procreate and start families. Jake then spoke and told both that this is what happen in his world as well. Giant went on to say that many more life forms were in Giantvillism and their cells had the same capabilities and authorities. With all said, Jake thought: “Hmmm, every world becomes different but then they are all quite the same.”

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Victor Alexander | Details |

FRIENDS

THE FRIENDS

They were the best of friends to the best of friendship
They did everything together to the best of friendship
The three wise men that came together from different locations
One from the north, one from the west, the other from the east
These three friends has three different lands in different locations
Trees with different fruits filled their lands; it is a feast
The three friends visited each others farmland anytime they wish
Everything was perfect; there was never any cause to quarrel
The friendship was intact as palm fruit to the hand of a squirrel
So close they live close; always friends.

These friends have another friend that has a brother; both from the south
The three friends met this southern friend and his brother at different time and place
One friendship linked to another friendship and they all became friends
The friend from the south also has a farmland that the friends were free to visit
The five friends have many things in common that brings them regularly together
Everything bound by the seek for fun; anything that gives fun is welcomed
Even though these five friends are close, some are more close to another
The friend from the east is closer to the friend from the west
The friend from the north is closer to the friend from the south
The closer they lived close; still same friends.

There are two or more special trees in the different farmlands of the friends
Since these friends visits each others farm, they became automatic friends with the trees
These special trees are all matured with fruits; anyone can pluck and eat them
These friends have special trees they feed on their fruits from other people’s farmland
There was no rule not to feed on the fruits of the special trees in the friends different farmlands
Somehow it feels natural not to desire fruit from the special trees of the friends’ different farmlands
Nobody said but it seems natural that the fruits in the special trees the their friends farmland is sacred
Believing fruits in the special trees are sacred, there was a natural limit to interaction with the special tree
You can see and talk to the special trees but never to touch and pluck its fruits let alone eat it
Any outsider can pluck and eat the fruits of the special trees but out of bounds for friends.

It happened that the friend from the north has a liking for all special trees irrespective of where it is
It’s interesting to know that every special tree has a liking for the friend from the north irrespective of who he is
This friend from the north got close and closer to the special trees in his friends different farmlands
The friend from the north became more of a friend to the special trees more than his friends
Two special trees became more attached to the northern friend; they don’t mind giving out their fruits to him
The friend from the north asked his friends if it’s okay to pluck and eat the fruits of the special trees in their farms
The friends responded its okay so far they remain unaware when he starts plucking and eating from the special trees
For the northern friend, he has been issued a Go-ahead warrant to pluck and eat as much as he can
The friends were insincere with the approval given to the northern friend he cost them much
They really cared about the special tree so much they can’t let anyone eat it not even friends.

As days passed, the northern friend plucked and ate the fruits of the special tree in the western friend’s farmland
Time come time pass, he plucked and ate the fruits of the special tree in the eastern friend’s farmland
The two special trees grew very fond of the northern friend; they over-fed him more than he asked
The two special trees are ignorant that they are both eaten from; they hear the rumors and ignore it
The northern friend grew very fond of the special trees that he weeds their surroundings
The two special trees are struggling to make sure he ate from only one of them; he ate from both
The special tree from the west forced him to commitment with a promise to feed him all season
The special tree from the east is confused, just doesn’t know what to do as its owner is acting boss
The northern friend still feeds from other special trees; this northern friend has sworn to gluttony
With a smile and an innocent look; the weeds beg to feed him their grasses all through the season.

These friends shared many things in common but some things can never be shared
They can’t share the special trees they feed on and they can’t share the ones in their farmlands
The northern friend plucking and eating grew out hand; the western and eastern friend can no longer tolerate it
One common predator that preys on their farmland; ravaging, plucking and eating recklessly
They tried every strategy possible to stop the northern friend’s quest for ‘feed me more’
These efforts was a waste; when the friends don’t visit, the special trees visit, feeding enhanced
Since all solutions failed; the western and eastern friend proffered another solution
Draw line to the friendship; desist from visiting the northern friend’s farmland
No longer close friends, they exchange fake smiles and other pleasantries
End of friendship for the best yet the feeding continues for the worst.



							…Lordvip…




















Copyright © Victor Alexander | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

SO Far Away

I Stumble Upon My
Words – I’m
speechless
We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, placed in
captivity…

I’ll find a way to
get you back for
another few years
But, I’d be
lying…don’t bottle
up the tears…
Talk with me, for we
are by each other’s
side…the words
escape my chapped
lips
We were so far
apart; now, we’re
both trying to get
our grips…
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, not even
close to vitality 

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains that puts our
crazed hearts on a
leash...living in
misery...

We exchange
passionate, graceful
looks...I don’t know
what I’m fighting
for
Lonely & insecure
like the wolf, jaded
by his pack
heartlessly
Blindly walking the
road of recovery…I
need something to
live for…and more…
We all want you back
– we were all in
agreement, seeking
freedom eagerly
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, beildered to
the extreme...here
shall e flee? 

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains - I'm rotting
like a starved tree 

I’ll find a way to
get you back for
another few
years…I’d do
anything to have you
cuddle with me in
the blankets of
benevolent adoration
But, I’d be lying to
myself…don’t bottle
up the tears…don’t
cower away, getting
picked on by
countless fears and
nightmares…I’ll try
not to collapse into
the ditch of
frustration
Blindly walking the
road of recovery…I
need something to
live for…and more…
We all want you back
– we were all in
agreement…we yearned
for liberty…but
change is a
challenging chore!
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains...or e'll be
spellbound for
eternity

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains - don't
mention our
fatality...our
unfortunate reality
that bos don to
tragedy like slaves
to their
master...hat a
pity...pity...
 
Whisper in my ears,
for I trust every
word that you utter
as long as you
remain faithful to
me and be loyal and
honest, friend…the
words escape my
chapped lips
We were so far apart
long ago; now, we’re
both trying to get
our grips…
We exchange
heartfelt, friendly
bear hugs...now, I
know what I’m
stronger than I
realize
I was once lonely &
insecure like a
weeping wolf, jaded
by his pack suddenly
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains...I feel
guilty for loving
you ith plastic love
rapped around my
heart...ith ruby
delight and golden
revenge ith a
sprinkle of sugar
and spice...no, I'm
figuring out ho to
get out of my on
maze, so graze in
your on maze, my
fallen angel of
Lamentation & the
aftershocks of
it...it's not that
pretty...believe
me...me...

Our pride and
confidence will
passed away at some
degree
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
I’m trying to get
over you…I must
forgive you
willingly
B-but, our
relationship changed
like seasons to
seasons
I Can’t Fathom The
Thought of you in
distress
You promised
perpetual “freedom”
that ould bring us
the Promise Land
I'm laying don in
ashes of
disheartening
regret...this
feeling of remorse
is not that
grand...don't you
understand my side
of the story? Do you
kno here I stand? I
NEED GOD'S HELPING
HAND...

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 2

JAKE’S PLAN OF APPROACH
Once Jack awoke, he began to plan his approach. As he was doing this, he noticed many things about the environment that surrounded him. He paid close attention because these things would help him plan his approach more accurately to Giant’s being. This was home so therefore, it must affect him in some way somehow. The algae changed colors. The cells breathe and the air sometimes hyperventilated when it was required by the cellulosic life forming in Giantvillism. Thus, Giant could be startled and Jake could get his attention by talking to him this time until he knew it was appropriate to meet. That is when one did not fear the other. Jake expressed himself as the in-depth intellectual. Giant appeared and Jake said in his native language: “Hello Big Person. I have given you a name– Giant.” Giant looked startled. However, Giant said in his native language, which for whatever reason Jake understood: “Are you here on a visit? Are you cellulosic as well or something else?” Jake sense that someone or something else had visited here before so he asked: “Do you have many visitors?” Giant responded normally: “Yes, of the cellulosic kind but I feel you are different because you chose to hide.” Jake said: “We must get to know each other first and be comfortable with the knowledge that I am not like here before I come out of hiding. Giant, as I call you, I will know when that is appropriate or when it is time for us to meet in person. I will be back and we will get to know each other more. However, this time we must not because I sense your apprehension and you sense mine. Courage will be both our stance and maybe the vibes will tell us that the next time. Do you agree?” Giant says: “Yes go!” Jack found that Giant may be visually stronger than him but was not going to use that ability to seek him out this time. He asked himself why and left quietly. These meetings took place for several weeks when Giant stated: “Hello Jack and I do thank you for telling me your name. You may go but on your next visit we will meet in person. You know I am visually better than you and maybe once I seek you out, the next time you are in my village, I will tell you more! Bye for now and I’ll await your next visit. I will know when you arrive.” Jake said: “Thanks, and I will ponder over this for a moment before my return. Bye for now!” Jack leaves well pleased and [the] Giant sneeze, smiles and leave walking in the opposite direction of Jack as if by pure coincidence. Nevertheless, Jake did not sense this.
City of the Bean People
The City of the Bean People is quite a beautiful place. It is such a pleasant environment that no one mocks it in any way. The Bean People create landmarks that are individualized and part of each individual’s mind in which others cannot define. Jake has his own personal beanstalk as everyone does, therefore, this is how this is done. As a life formed, The Bean People remain little girls and boys even as adults in which age is just a number and mortal life is that of an immortal. The tallest male in the city is about 5 “7” and the shortest male is about 4 “9,” however, this is the majority of the time. Jake was one of the rare ones. He stood at 5 “6 ½” tall. The tallest female in the city was 5 “5” and the shortest female was 4 “7”. Nefa, Jake’s wife, stood at 4 “9” in which many of the females in City of the Bean People possessed the same height. Thus, one would know that Jake married because he loved Nefa as he did his own life. This is told because more than often in City of the Bean People marriage was chosen based on height and everyone want to be mated just right. Physical fitness was not an issue. Because this City was individually bean stalked, everyone climbed and walked. Obesity was not seen. More or less, in City of the Bean People, they were fine specimens of human beings. Body tight and muscles in place, City of the Bean People was ahead of nations in exercise, healthcare, and life span with a low mortality rate. Morals and principality were practice though The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest. Each male and female had to adapt to this doctrine in their own way and integrate it into the family once they became adults and mated in which marriage was mandated. The Bean People religion was denominational in which they called themselves Prosperus because they have lived their lives in abundance and prosperity since their creation and/or cellulosic existence - never being ill or poor always maintaining their subsistence.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

Dear Veronica

How can something be amazing and terrifying at the same time? 
I have a wife and three kids
no, wait that's my imagination running wild
I have a girlfriend, my world of a month now
but I've chased her for years of 6
She's been twice out of my life
and I couldn't let her escape thrice
Veronica, my life
Veronica, will you be my wife
A question for another day
Veronica
I have many different names for her
I call my her my queen, pearl of the stars
my Konstantine
Veronica Augustine, my Konstantine
my Konstantine
I could snowball an essay 
on how beautiful she is
the way her hair cascades like a crescent moon
falling across her right eye
shading the dark side of her hazel eyes
She's a total dream to me
I reached to the sky
plucked her from her home in the stars
You could say she's my wish come true
yet I sit here on my floor of ocean blue
yet I sit here, several shades of grey
Terrified
I sit here, a silent implosion of fear, of excitement
This rush is so real
I'm...I'm...scared for my life
for my pride
How, at such a young, was I ready to give myself up in handcuffs
to the presence of love
give myself up freely to marriage
unafraid of anything
full of courage and bravery
Now I've grown up from the little boy with dreams
I'm corruptable, corrupted, broken at the seams
look at me, I'm just scared of everything
Marriage, yes I believe I'm ready
but I'd be lying if I said I'm going in with all of me
Afraid to let go
I'm afraid I'm going with leeches attached to my arms
I'm going all in with bits and pieces missing
for I blew away my brain 
when I fell flat on my face for two years straight
And for four years straight
I passed out pieces of my heart to every rusted pearl
for I thought I could make them shine
bring them back to life
So while they were back to beauty
in return I develop scars, I develop rust
Now look at me
I'm no saint, no angel
I'm not a boy, not a man
I'm not magnificent
I'm only a dream to Veronica
Veronica, what do you see in me
Veronica Augustine, my Konstantine
what on earth do you see in me
Sarah, she still has a piece of me
Juliet, she still carries a piece of me
but Konstantine, you have all of me
so don't fret, just listen please
I was born a child
headphones were upon my ears when I came out
I lived a fighter
for I fight everyday of my life
to live in a world I tried to take myself out of 
since those disasters in 5th grade
and time after time
I've taken my own life in poetry
poetic suicide
But Veronica
Dear Veronica
You have single handedly resurrected me
yet still in my new found sense of happy
I'm still wrapped in misery
I'm miserable at best
Veronica
Veronica Augustine
My dear Veronica
My Konstantine
Please break the haze of the cloud that hinders me
Miles separate us
but you're within my dreams
and all I want to do is lay beside you
bury my hands in your hair
while staring into the galaxies trapped in your eyes
whisper I love you for the ride
as your chin finds its place upon my chest
where the 'S' should be
though there is only an 'N'
I'm nothing, nobody, no one
I'm just a dot compared to the sun
compared to the Son
yet Veronica, dear Veronica
You place me on a throne far off the ground
please bring me back down
I'm afraid of heights
I'm afraid you'll get tired of me so easily
These years of six I wouldn't trade for the world
but why would you want to spend an eternity
with a lost narcissist in the shape of a lonely boy
You claim I'm perfect
but I could mail you a list of my flaws
Are you getting what I'm saying
I'm scared to death
that the throne you place upon me
will torch and burn right under me
will collapse under my fragile weight
by the daggers and stones I could throw into your house of brick
at your mansion of happiness
I'm corruptable, corrupted, I'm miserable at best
Veronica
Veronica Augustine, Konstantine
my queen, my pearl of the stars
I love you more than my perch
at my park
I am the moon and you are my star
I just don't want you to be so wrapped up in me
and then I find the weak spot under your heart
take an arrow and stab my way in
Marriage, how was I ready to give myself to you
in handcuffs, in freedom
so ready, so willingly
Now I'm a man, a transformation of the boy I used to be
and I'm just justly justifiably scared of everything
for how can everything be amazing
and utterly
and unfortunately
and undoubtedly
terrifying
Utterly Terrifying
Veronica
Veronica Augustine
Veronica, my Konstantine....
if I asked you today
would you still marry me...

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 5

Jake’s Two Week Stay
Jake Castle began to think about Giant and Maddy. Looking in his case he decided to write a melody for when he brings his family, which include Nefa (his wife) and his three children (Jake, Jr. who was named after Jake, Nefreda Maria who was named after Nefa whose name was Nefreda Marie, and Joseph), to Giantvillism on his next visit in which they would perform this melody for the Giant and Maddy. And, of course, Giant and Maddy would be included in this performance.
Jake’s Melody
From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world stands Giant and Maddy - two of the same. What well they do with their knowledge? Well, Giant states there will be more evolvement! From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Why are they cousins? They cellulosic life forms are from the Big People cell. From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Do you think there will be more like them? Will Giant speak? I am in this melody and Jake calls me Giant. My people have started evolving, therefore, more than sure; there will be more of me and Maddy. Jake now knows of my hidden strength and that is through other’s writings. From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Jake has visited Giant many times and now Maddy is here twice. Family I bring for number thirteen and now we will tell what we have seen ! Jake finished his melody and went to where Giant and Maddy was standing. He did not say anything to Giant about his mental abilities. Jake felt he should wait to see would Giant ever share out or would he keeps this a secret. This would tell Jake what he needed to know and how to go when evolving continued. Jake pulled Giant’s shirt. “Hello Giant, I have awakened.” “Oh, of course, Jake; you are back and ready to journey with Maddy and I,” asked Giant? “And Jake, my real name is Herbert but you can call me Giant. I have become kind of fond of that nickname,” stated Giant. Jake responded and said, “You shall be Herbert the Giant and your name shall be shortened to Giant. However, do you have a surname or a last name?” Herbert the Giant states: “My people last name is Big People. Therefore, my last name would be Herbert of the Big People, which you have substituted for the Giant.” Jake ask, “Which would you prefer, Herbert the Giant or Herbert of the Big People?” Giant said softly, “Jake please call me Giant as a nickname but my real name has to remain Herbert of the Big People.” Jake said, “Well do!”
The Big Person Stone
Maddy had many things to tell Giant and Jake, but he had also one thing to hide and that was a secret he kept deep inside. Every morning Maddy woke with a glow and Giant would ask: “Are you well Maddy?” Maddy’s response was: “I am growing Giant and that’s why I glow!” “ Glow Maddy, Glow; Go Maddy, Go; Grow Maddy, Grow !” stated Giant.” “Reason being that I know Maddy’s secret and he will keep this secret because it is just us two and never will he tell the truth. Nevertheless, the truth will be revealed when the stone of life plants a tree,” sang Giant. “Maddy will wonder should he tell me.” Maddy continues to glow for about three years. He grew just as tall as he could be, which is 7 feet “3” inches. Cells were formed on this tree and Maddy wife was one from this blessing. Giant did not seek Maddy for an explanation but stated to Maddy he still possessed his secret and that is when Maddy spoke of the stone and Giant and he became blood. And all know this is when a family was formed. The Big People Stone created the monarchy that ruled Giantvillism. Giant would be the King and Maddy was part of the Royal Family. This was not known to Jake and his family and would be revealed when Jake returned in late December. Many surprises are in store for Jake of the Bean People. Giant and Maddy will be the presenters. __________________________________________________________________|

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

thinking Of the Devil

I am outside without me
I am…using my third eye and I smile, sugar-coating a truth with a plastic, messy lie
I don’t know the day you crashed, but you are going through so much in your life
I am a thief in the night that stole the opportunity to open up inspiration in my mind
I was autistic and I knew people’s names…
Thinking of the devil
I’m cheerful and I wanna be what I wanna be
Thinking of the angel
Because His angels are watching over me 24/7
Don’t worry – my head is up above the clouds – a Cloud infinity, Devin
Passer-by…I was a passer-by, waving hi and goodbye
But I never thought I impacted many people in my life
I’m stronger than I realize
I’m not alone
And I’m not a failure
The black auras will fade
I want the colors I see to never fade
I shared happiness with you…
Moments between us – is a dream within a dream…out of the blue…
Plenty of happiness touches me in heart
But the madness won’t touch me and it was meant to be from the start
This demon will not scare me…
Thinking of the devil
Okay…I want to remember you in a dream world…somewhere in my head, you are there, but I don’t know how to see your true colors – that mystery love of mine, which will never come to pass…the infatuations come and go, but will I ever find someone I truly adoor?
I open the corridors of my head
Doors will open 
Doors will close
Sometimes, I write poetry
And then, what do you know – prose
Don’t dye my heart a different shade
Don’t die in my heart…I’m homemade and I moved up a grade
I am fearless
I am not hopeless 
Thinking of the devil
But, I remember His ten commandments, but will this demon get angry at me…
I must keep my mouth shut…
This demon is haunting my mind…I can tell, but
I can’t sleep…
I’m locked up too deep
Is my time up?
I-I oh no…I won’t give up
All alone
I’m a broken bone
No solution…
Pollution…
Of my mind drives me insane
Destroyed by demons
Constructed by angels
Voices, not my own, came to mind today…
I’m not soaking up in dismay…I prayed…I prayed…that I won’t get laid – wait? What?
But, I prayed…I prayed…that sin won’t be laid upon my heart…hate and love mix together…but, my race proves that I’m a “mutt”…I have no idea what that means, but WHATever…floats your demented boat
Thinking…of…the…angel? Devil? Ahhh… alright… I know you’re
T R U E 
C O L U R R Z 
Haunting…taunting…
Voices…no room to rejoice…I’m just talking…
No one is listening, but I can’t go on living the way I lived
I came to the conclusion that I won’t look back,
But look forward and heal my soul, oh Lord of Accord…
I’m “half a life without you”…Amy Lee – I feel you too
Change…
It’s time to rearrange
Light…
I denied it with my might
But not this time…
Say farewell…wow, how sublime
That made me feel good…
My heart was broken…but He delivered me…
When will you take that too heart, Amy?
You’re a beautiful person and singer…do you hear me?
No, it’s because you probably aren’t reading this
But, those are only nonsensical judgements…sorrow hold never felt so good…in the abstract abyss
I looked good…but I look tired now…
I need God’s FOOD……………………………….life is like viewing a show…
Okay, I’m a visual learner – d-d-don’t judge me…I am not fattened up like a corn-fed cow
But, I’m a grass-eating-which-means-eating-of-His-truth cow…
SOmEHow, God has predicted a future for me
I am in the flight of success and I’m without a fright, you see?
God – hear me…I’m at your front door, knocking…
But, yet she mocked me…how I feel offended when people think it’s okay to start to mock…but, I’m rocking
With the music on the radio…
I am not a drama king, but I would make a good show
I am at home with me

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

Heaven's Lost Property: A Movie Of My Emotions

A voice, a silky sweet voice i my ear
a whisper, a whispering question hanging in the air
but there's a conflict of interest
I'm no master nor hero
not even a zero, I'm just a boy
a boy craving peace
I object the idea that you, my Nymph
you, my little Nymph, would dare offer to call me master
Freedom, well freedom is pretty great
but her voice, her speech turns panic as she tries to reveal her side
in half sleep, I hear her recite she believes I'm amazing
that she may, may be in l...
Ahhhhh! ! ! ! 
What's this searing pain in my head
like someone stuck a lightening bolt in
stealing from me what I never wished to forget
My little Nymph, attempting to shield me from danger
snuggles up close to me, hoping to cure me of this
but what, what does she know that I honestly don't...
'What do you mean you don't remember? '
the question I posed to my friends
'How can you possibly forget..her? 
we have all these pictures decorated in albums
how am I the only who remembers? '
And it's then O see the answer I refused to believe
a chase then began to chase a ghost only I can see 
only I know to be real
I raced across town, to her garden, to the lookout where we both declared that we love this town
the lookout where I wrapped her hair with a bell is now where 
I scream in protest to her disappearance
'Where did you go? ! Where did you run away to? '
I beg of little Nymph, of Icarus
where did she go, to tell the truth so I finally know
and at the truth I felt my voice go
as I shouted to the heavens 'NOOOOOO! ! ! '
....
From the sky she fell, the girl who swore she loved me
the very first to tell me so
From the sky she fell, an angel like machine
a clockwork angeloid it seems
in search of me
but something's wrong, something's off
That blank stare, her subtle mechanical movements
is she under someone else's control
She has wings of love
but eyes of hate as she rains bombs across the land she admired most
to find the boy she wants to kill with the arrow cupid gave her
Little Nymph, the heroine
Icarus, the protector
Astria, the muscle
try to quell the beast with angel wings
but it's my burden to bear, not theirs
for if they destroy her
they would only succeed in destroying themselves
So I, with wings of my own, race to her side
look her in the eyes
break the spell someone else cast upon the beloved...
'Do you remember me? ' I said
'Remember us, remember us, this very town you adore
here, do you remember here
then maybe let me refresh your memory 
by placing this bell you left back in your hair 
so you can finally see...me'
And with startling tears she's back
she remembers her friends, who we are, everything
but yet our time is brief
in a 30 second twilight,30 second hour
she hacks Icarus with a message
steals my lips for a first and last kiss goodbye
then she arises in the air, majestic
like an angel recalled back to heaven
and I without wings, in someone else's care
can't chase after her with haste
only watching as her tears fall down 
makeshift rain twixt a sad joyful smile
self-destructing leaving only pink feathers
to cascade down like precipitation of a cherry blossom tree
Within that instant
I could feel my heart collapse, my mind snap
I promised her I would save her like I saved the trio at my back
yet now it's me, me who sheds the tears of grief
She's gone, my friend
she's gone, my promise forsaken
She's gone, the first girl to me she loved me
she's gone I grieve
but I'll thank her just the same
cause it's her I will never forget
Thank you her...
thank you Hiyori...

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016


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