Best Huxley Poems

& huxley is giggling in his grave

if aldous was still alive,
he’d laugh himself to death
when confronted with the new evidence
that Zogenix’s 
brand new spanking drug
“Zohydro,”
is...

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This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was...

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At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This...

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Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d...

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Frustration

These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
              ...

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In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of...

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I hope I know what is healthy sex,
in an experiential kind of way,
in a biblical swell of stay,
and I can imagine a world with healthier,
more...

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Watch out, brother,
An eye's following you,
Watching what you do,
Each movement remembered.
Don't cheat,
Don't steal,
Don't breathe too loud,
Someone's sure to find out.
Each flaw, each mistake,
And blow it...

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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...

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War & Peace   

We agree most of the time war is caused
By capitalism, nationalism, in fact, any isms 
Demagogues and murky propaganda 
These...

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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...

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had Julian been even a sparkle in his 
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being 
passed
straight from...

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Sitting, I am graceful
Still,
And ever paceful. 
I am waiting.
Waiting for you to die. 
I let loose a slow soft purr
-I am content at the thought...

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Hello hound from hell
Pretending to cower in the corner
Dripping, snarling fangs
Come to feast
On all I have. 

I scavenge what little remains
Making do with what’s left:
the...

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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...

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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...

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... then again I'm almost 24
but i wish i could be 8 again, Kobe
Ignorance isn't bliss, it's a door
of perception, shoutout to Huxley 
Bliss is...

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My own hands unadorned,
Pale in comparison
to the embellishments of your own. 
The lines,  creases, crevices;
the salon-pampered nails and rings
All sing
The adventures and accomplishments
of your...

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REMY de GOURMONT PHRASIS 1
Exotic flowers,intoxicating the
senses with familiar scents and
colours.In this strange oasis the
air hung motionless,the flowers breathed
forth an almost carnal odour.In
the uneven grass,buttercup,moondaisies
and...

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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...

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There was once a man who believed he had everything
Every day he was blessed with the gift of wisdom
For every wise tale he was given...

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My heart bled for dawn,  
a lamentable loss
Subsequent to a meticulous wanting and yearning
to be anything but alone.  


For years I slept...

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REMY de GOURMONT PHRASIS 11
Innocence has its instincts,its needs
its physiological dues, but Grace from 
on high so opportunely purifies the
petty human passions,brings character 
to a...

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Say Goodbye,
Lose touch with yourself,
And who you used to be. 
Say goodbye,
Know no one
And defy reality. 

Say goodbye
To the girl you used to be.
Touch everything...

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You’re within  me
Talking, stalking
In the guise of a false memory

Arbiter of what is and is not
A cloaked and shadowed form
Whom I had hoped to...

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