Archives Poems

Interpreting The Lost Archives of Phlacknoktinok

They’re not human, not even humanoid 
These creatures' presence in our archeological history 
Once considered a naturally occurring phenomenon 
But only recently discovered otherwise 
And were only hinted at by geologist nuts 
Who believed Fairies had inscribed 
These strange triangles on the surface of Quartz crystals
Not too far from the truth ... 
After careful scrutiny,

From the Archives of Men Series

Dear Super Man,

           My name is Blippen Snickel
of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge
of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be
 sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel
WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy
have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn

The Archives of Life

Tracking the archives of my history,
Walking the paths I took a mystery.

It started out when I was young,
All those melodies I left unsung.

Succumbing to all the wrong choices,
Influenced by all the wrong voices.

Losing control of my precious life,
Replacing it with self-made strife.

The ups, the downs, the ins and outs.
The shames, the blames, the internal doubts.

Cast

Attenborough S Archives

A poetical and impressive woman, Jacquetta Hawkes her name and Dr Christine Finn delievers a message to share with us all, the true essence of timeless fame. There she stands, Jaquetta Hawkes and her merry band, a glass of chilled wine balanced in her unique and graceful hand. She captures radiance, a beauty for all

Grand Canyon

In western skies, an eagle soars, at ease.
Below, the curving Colorado flows,
Winding its way through deep and dusty seas
Carving canyon walls steep, through tracts of time.

Twilight to twilight, its myriad moods
Are freshly painted on those ancient walls
Like rich frescos of reds and tans and mauves
In syncopated colors, all sublime.

The eons are borne by water and

Archives, Part 1

AmI haveI willI doI as all been some will be with all the helping verbs from Ahman and Ricks in jr high in a timed collective to last a lifetime, I be a  planetary legimate in my own entity as a human of this sphere/ball/planet? I didn't choose me, my name, birth, essence, means,

Archives

Let us walk in rain.
        What else was left 
        common to both of us ?

The death was toeing
        the line in neighbourhood.
        A paled memory wanted

In the Archives of My Mind

In the archives of my mind
Lie the thoughts that persevere
As brambles in the woods
Their briars bring a tear.

A cry for what has happened
What might have been but naught
For all the disappointments,
Mistakes, and "I forgot."

The pain comes rushing forth
Like a branding iron upon my skin
Burning with the memories
Of broken promises again.

So often have I heard
Of what

Archives

Fear of a mound,
tumbling down
on the half-buried, half dead
archives of desires, comes
like a stampede of hoops on my chest.
I lie alone in a desert of insanity.

From the sea of agony
one drop of salted tear,
the title of a wasted life, brings
the blood stained truth.
I want to wash my eyes again.

To watch the autumn leaves falling
on impeccable

Article (The "lost" Archives)

As we approach the end of the 2000-2001 LMU school year, 
I can’t help but wonder why I haven’t gotten any smarter.  
In fact if I was to take one of those “smart tests” 
I would probably score the same number I scored last year.  
By “smart tests” I’m of course referring to

Character 2 (The "lost" Archives)

Simon – the protagonist.
18 – year old kid who just graduated from high school.
Lives in middle class suburbia, no designated town, and an every-town sort of feel. 
Lives with his mother, his older brother. (Father has recently passed away...a year ago)
Have a small number of friends, most of them through service groups.
Very active in community

Character (The "lost" Archives)

Suzanne – supporting character.
18 – year old who needed a job over the summer, and took the job at     
The dealership on a dare from her friends, who said she could never keep a job like that 
even if her life depended on it; needless to say she was quite insulted.
Went

Fatty Big (The "lost" Archives)

fatty big 


There’s something about humor

that suffocates my soul

ha- ha soul

a frivolous statement

that drowns out the ***********

and leaves the lust 

in the un-boiled kettle

of a winded self

to  be left and

blown through another day

with the completion

of an undying element

which silly people call

love

Archives

That wretched pool of faith's undone,
I watched suspiciously while thee not won
unto a measure so involved
in may faring's complacent strum!

Oh then, my heart did beat
       it held the drum
of thy bereaved mishandling, then stun
it were a time in life ~ eternal's shun!

That I did hold encounters to the Sun,
this

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