Aldous Huxley with a famous granpa
became a satirist of the dystopoia
Poetic in the metaphysical modr
'Doors of Perfection' with its hidden codr
From the erudite family ofHuxley
cane Aldous with poetics so free
Penning satirical novels so well
his posey perhaps too metaphysical
War & Peace
We agree most of the time war is caused
By capitalism, nationalism, in fact, any isms
Demagogues and murky propaganda
These entities can`t fight wars without soldiers
And there are too many young men who
Simply love the idea of wearing arms and fight
They go to war the survivors are veterans
They know now they have fought for nothing
In despair, they take to drink and drug and sink
To the bottom of the human heap
Aldous Huxley spoke of something in the water
That takes the aggression away….Good!
Only one has to be careful not making them into
Zombies with no ambition to the point the world
Disappear in the morass of apathy.
We can`t stop wars happening but we can try to
Prolong peace and make wars more infrequent.
Alien implications of a turboprop turnip turning is usefully attuned to mystical presences. Mind stretching images of computerised garbage on an umbrella of slime. Outnumbered then are juices in helmets. Rotting putrid raw stench. Run forward and scream"the boots are green" to the tantalisingly tasty buttercup fountain.but an ooh ooh could never wear a tutu for it might catch on a tree or get stained in fig juice. Simultaneously placing a sunlight then. Wow. Would a swordsmanship display in a flower bed. Never predict the movements of a toasted mushroom sandwich in a bucket of limes.and Aldous Huxley is a tortoise who resides in a castle. How pleasant for him. But one mustn't be perturbed or perplexed by lifestyles of eckoos. Now haha ok. Xxxx juxtaposition jig. Xxxxx juxtaposition wig. Xxxx immortalisation.z
Lenina, I cannot deny I was attracted to you.
Knowing you has brought me elation.
You appeared to have feelings for me that were true.
However, this relationship must have a cessation.
I do not understand the ways of this civilization.
Your kind of love has filled me with consternation.
What I used to know is what I have missed.
Our kind of love is different on the reservation.
How could you fall in love with a non-conformist?
For these reasons, please cross me off your list.
I cannot accept these promiscuous ways.
I was hoping for you to love only me.
What strange bedfellows we keep nowadays.
Life in this London appears as an anomaly.
From all of these irregularities, I must flee.
Based on the novel “Brave New World” by the late Aldous Huxley
October 9, 2012
John the Savage was overwhelmed with consternation.
This “Brave New World” of London was not like the reservation.
Nobody cared about their final fates
as they frolicked with numerous promiscuous mates.
His mother Linda died, and nobody cared.
This was another factor that left him scared.
Here was the total degeneration of morality.
In a secluded lighthouse, he sought to be solitary.
Based on the novel “Brave New World” by the late Aldous Huxley
I thank Our Ford that you are here.
I always want to have you near.
When you are here, the sky is clear.
You are always the sweetest dear.
Skies are blue, inside of you.
From that old bottle of mine.
On that day when they decanted you,
the rainy skies turned clear and blue.
As another alpha was due,
you were the one so tried and true.
You are sweet, the one to meet.
From that old bottle of mine.
I am so glad that you exist.
You are number one on my list.
With you, the target was not missed.
Just how often have you been kissed?
Within your time, you are prime.
From that old bottle of mine.
Betas, gammas, and deltas too,
none has the qualities of you.
You are the best, an alpha plus,
so beautiful and fabulous.
Skies are blue, inside of you.
From that old bottle of mine.
My idea of a song that was mentioned in the late Aldous Huxley's novel "Brave New World".
This is the great big world we will see.
It begins inside this hatchery.
Since Our Ford made it reality,
it has been home for both you and me.
These are the children of tomorrow.
Give them happiness without sorrow.
In harmonious community,
we are strong with solidarity.
Zygotes renew our identity;
each a pillar of stability.
We will expand our society.
It is possible with you and me.
From the alpha down to epsilon,
the quilt is sewn at each echelon.
We insure that life shall carry on
We shall make each stitch continuous.
All our borders are contiguous.
With Ford’s help, it shall be congruous.
Take pride in your working as you go.
Care for the fetuses. Watch them grow.
These are the children of tomorrow.
Based on the 1932 novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
My mother Linda died the other day.
Nobody seemed to care and went away.
Why did I come here with Lenina and Bernard?
What I though would be easy living is now hard
The simple life on the reservation I miss.
There was no rampant carefree promiscuousness.
It seems like everyone is engaged in lust
There’s not a single person here that I trust.
Morals and values seem to be non-existent.
They keep pestering me, and they’re quite persistent.
They poison themselves with those Soma pills.
“Feelies” and other things are where they get their thrills.
They’ve got me ensnared with anxiety and fear.
Not even one person has heard of Shakespeare.
This place is taking its toll on my sanity.
I’m not even sure of my own identity.
This world I now know is full of indecency.
Perhaps in this lighthouse, I’ll find some privacy.
Based on the novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
Thanks to Henry Ford living six hundred years before,
here is a brave new world John the Savage would explore:
The Hatching and Conditioning Center is the source
where community and stability stay on course.
A team of scientists pre-determined each life’s path;
each fetus in an in-vitro amniotic bath.
They live as an Alpha at the highest echelon,
or a mindless manual-laboring Epsilon,
or as a Beta, Gamma, or Delta in between.
Their final decision was what remained to be seen.
Did anyone seem to care about their final fates,
while frolicking with numerous promiscuous mates?
No worries about depression or what brought them down;
daily rations of Soma obviated their frown.
For John the Savage, it didn’t take him very long
to determine his presence in this place was all wrong.
He would soon be inundated with consternation
regretting when he departed the reservation.
Based on the novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
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