L-ethal link retreats and dies,
I-n spite of its morbidity;
N-eatness nicely contains
Z-one of spread so
E-erie.
V-irus of lethal link retreats
I-nto thin air of oblivion;
L-et it silently surrender,
L-et it lose to disinfection.
A-trocious ailment evaporates
F-rom the people of the streets;
L-ife will live in pure delight,
O-nce lethal link
R-etreats.
Topic: Birthday of Linze C. Villaflor (June 07)
Knowing not from what to start
the ache roaming into my heart just a part.
A vocation going beyond the call of duty
teaching in corona time EFL tutee.
Leave everything behind and head to school
be prudent.. teach, do your best and be cool.
Measures are being taken, no panic
just wear your mask and be dynamic.
Meet your pupils, they are now in groups
we only couldn’t afford sanitizer gel! oops!
Make sure on the virus your pupils sensitize
and the health protocols make them memorize.
As there are no coughs, no sneezes.. you're not at risk
just instill positive vibes and feel quite brisk.
Remember you have a previous term to consider
work hard and have your pupils quick on the trigger.
Now learning to maintain a safe environment
hygiene supplies is your only requirement.
From designing a lesson plan to a disinfection one
by the end of the school year, I'm afraid, I’ll be done!
How to take a leak
Marcel felt quite an urge when he set out to purge understanding of how to when
we view misconceptions of who is taking the piss now never thereafter and then
A fountain trickling urinal porcelain pissoir on display impressed me no doubt in
treacherous confusion of images since relief in museums constitutes phallic sin
When streams of revisionist consciousness meet with surreal ‘truth’ of ablutions
seeming paradoxes cleanse body and mind in contextual and continent solutions
A fragmented human condition does not improve with rigid caged in perceptions
in which mindless dogma clearly resists benefits of antiauthoritarian disinfection
Are glass ceilings real are vessels of thought and flush toilets congested or empty
do ivory towers reveal liberation and freedom achieve status of fully cognoscenti
Nothing what it seems is Duchamp's message in a showcase of lavatorial pride
colonising minds need disclosure critique confrontation urinating against the tide
When cognition feeling and action with knowledge have reached full critical vision
I reach for a fountain pen so whether this is a poem or not remains your decision
16th May 2017
Everybody is in a terrible condition and Yeshua is the only antigen, everyday.
Nobody that is in this Parable can avoid sins infection but realize now Yeshua destroyes sins pathogen. That makes the Lord the opposite of noday.
Somebody will learn that the Lord makes the unbearable, bearable. Sin has one affection and that will always be insurrection. Yeshua taught the true Catalan, through that we know we are his cabochon. Take heart because Yeshua will use his Javelin, someday.
Anybody can embody the words of the Lord. The Lord plants all seeds, that makes you wearable, tell me what is comparable when you hear something that is beyond incredible. He gives us our Direction, he takes away the disconnection. With the Lord's correction and disinfection by his resurrection the lord gave us every protection. Yeshua equals submission forgiveness and love it's not about being masculine the Lord makes us examine and reexamine every ademption. When you contemplate on the beginning you will understand, Yeshua created the laminin. Remember Yeshua is your protector anyday.
Returning home is always a bitter path.
Some say it’s warm and soft, it’s healing.
These words are said before the aftermath
Which brings an acute pain, which’s drilling.
It smashes down the soul inside your ring.
All thoughts are apposite to you in this rebellion.
The mind’s infected with a memory sting.
It yells that there’s the other side of the medallion.
Every cute moment is shadowed by sorrow.
This crow just flies turning all into dark
The way you’ve done, the way you’re living now.
It’s darken, eaten by a wormy mind shark.
But there’s no need to be afraid of this,
Cause in the end it leaves a white sheet.
It’s like a rubber cleans you with its kiss,
So you become a man without wormy mind ****.
Walking on a paved road without intersections or doors.
Questions arise, caves are shaped through each who, when, what, how, why?
Crawling inside the gaps searching for opportunities that can wobble me away
from the disappointments in each department of life and mind.
Deliberating the slowness of my swiftness searching for disinfection,
or better off a different sickness.
That way no one will know the cause of my blindness,
nor what twisted my heart into stone.
Vanishing, my ashes will be spread across the sea
leaving no trace of my bitter soul.