They remember me?
Do they..?
I tried to talk, to do everything
I always listened, did
Either way ,got forgotten
lose my spark
my voice to speak
it faded
how insecure i became
Once the popular, now the insecure
Am I the last choice?
the last option,
Always.
Is it my fault?
I become introverted, at what cost?
From this so called "experiment" they did on us...lockdown made me feel unreal, like i dont matter
Be honest , if i disappeared would there be at least 15 people out there looking?
Haha, how "funny"
Which reminds me ,how funny can one be to lose it spark
altogether
For who knows what I want to speak.
Who knows what's in my "heart"?
Even I don't.
How will they..?
Truly funny.
experimented
with
truth
fought
for
freedom
fought
for
peace
breathless
struggle
was
forced to
stop
breathing
Horticulture? truly awesome!
Granddaddy’s timeless illusion -
one giant synthetic blossom
swirling midst rustic seclusion.
Fascinated by back-crossing,
Pop experimented in silence.
Sleep was spent turning and tossing
weird ideas, odd incidents.
His gigantic bogus blossom
would emanate from these night-swings.
He had heard that you could cross some
old parent plants with their off-springs.
Such horticultural incest
troubled Pop’s moral conviction.
Botanic genes lost his interest,
guilt became an affliction.
He took up artistic venture
creating flowers of pottery.
The last one he made, the clencher,
shines in his orchard's rockery.
This future that they see, it doesn’t belong to you and me.
Microchips and nanotechnology. Soon to be integrated ‘within’ you see!
Not by phone or virtual reality - soon to be experimented with on you and me!
What is it that makes us think we can improve on everything? Every aspect of our reality?
What if a part of the living brain won’t be too accepting of this augmented ’technology’?
What happens if it turns the light into dark? What other demons inside could it spark?
Soon you will witness as part of your progressive ‘reality’ a human evolution that definitely won’t be what they dream it will be - a human evolution that humans may not want to see!!
When I was a child, some aliens abducted my dad.
They experimented on him and they drove him mad.
They returned my dad and their experiment changed his personality.
A once peaceful man started beating my mom and he even beat me.
Before the abduction, Dad was a man who never spoke cuss words.
He started swearing like a sailor and I couldn't believe what I heard.
Dad decided to rob a bank and he was shot and killed by the police.
Those damn aliens ruined my life, because of them, Dad is deceased.
About thirty years later, those damn aliens decided to return.
I decided to teach them a lesson they wouldn't live to learn.
I convinced the government to fire a nuclear missile and blow their ship out of the sky.
Those damn aliens corrupted my dad and it gave me a lot of pleasure to watch them die.
When I think about what those aliens did, it still makes me cringe.
It was the greatest day of my life when I was able to get revenge.
Ed the science teacher encouraged us
To see what floats, the brilliant little cuss
We learned right away that Chet's Mom, she does not play
We ruined her dry-cleanable new velvet suit.
And both of her shoes, and her hat to boot.
But, Ma, it is a science assignment Chet said.
She was so angry, she whooped him and sent him to bed.
So I went home and experimented with stuff in the kitchen.
Pop Tarts, crackers, flour, sugar. Now my mama is ’n.
Lots of things don’t float Mr. Ed. Maybe you are daft in your head.
Art-eductor Josef Albers
known for her ' Homage to Sqares'
experimented with sqares in a nest
for visual colour fascination was his quest
soft
dew drops
quivering
on lotus leaves
lithe jui flowers sprawled
white orange-hued buds
clouds glide tangerine sky
koels croon symphony
mehndi bushes
faint fragrant
birds soar
free
Written on August 9, 2021
Note: Experimented with this descriptive verse of two stanzas - starts with one word, one syllable - goes up to six lines with six syllables (increasing syllables). Second stanza vice versa - begins with six, and it ends with one word, one syllable (decreasing).
FIRST PLACE
A Brian Strand 1 to 14 lines Poetry contest
Michael Jackson understood the competition
Running to see what Prince would do next
This is what brought my attention to him.
His music hit my soul level and ran with it
There was a heartfelt love of the purity
And the sparkle of his words, and sounds
Prince and only Prince brought to the world in the 80’s.
Sounds no other artist had experimented with or thought of
I did not even know why I loved every one of his songs
But my heart leapt in a joyous way as I heard them
Because they were stolen from heaven, and I recognized them
On a soul level. There will never be another Prince.
Update on Alternative to radiation and chemotherapy:
Way back in 2013, Anthony Hudson - no doctor but a scientist and musician - experimented with sound-therapy of a different order.
His results in busting up plasma cells and "cancer" cells were phenomenal, according to one doctor and cancer researcher. But he was warned NOT to be embraced because simple "sound therapy" would NOT be allowed to destroy a trillion dollar per annum industry. Anthony Holland got this idea by watching singers break crystal glass by singing at specific pitches and using special notes calibrated to the existing vibrations (in all of life!)
At least google this stuff, rather than pay for the nouve riche's yachts with your health. Shalom, shalom Happy New Year of Better health at real prices. amen
Diving and dodging Halloween’s trick-or-treating brigade
Is something Witch Heldabeth could pretty much do in the shade.
She had plenty of experience, and her light steps were keen.
Her gymnastics well known in the Coven’s Pure Glade.
She did a few dives, to show off her well-honed skills.
Sent some children screaming back home to the hills.
Her cat shrieked with delight, and her owl rolled his eyes.
As she experimented with tricks that would truly surprise.
Heldabeth had some other stuff up her sleeve now for sure.
She was a Halloween marvel, in the Coven Glade Pure.
She did some dance moves that were extremely clever.
Realizing she would be known throughout, maybe forever.
...IV.
My vision began to flux oddly,
vomit came and went from my throat,
my balance shifted here and there,
once again, like I was on a boat.
And then I was back inside it,
looking out from that great machine,
my fellows looked on, I focused,
told myself this was not a dream.
They all pressed in, wanted to know
where I had gone and what I saw,
but just then the MPs broke in,
shouting,”Stop! You’re breaking the law!”
The military was not pleased
we’d experimented on men,
the ringleaders were arrested,
all our machines taken, and then
They just turned and let me go free,
I wasn’t one of the top minds,
I tried to tell them what I saw,
but they laughed, did not have the time.
I reach out to the astronomers,
said to look for a meteor group,
few took my words seriously,
I’ve not heard back from those who do.
Leaving me stuck with cold knowledge,
a Cassandra none care to hear,
I keep saying when doom will come,
as mad as that makes me appear.
So I’ve changed fields to robots,
work longer hours than anyone,
so our unexpected saviors
will be ready when the day comes.
Sought Spiritual Enlightenment I Did!
Sought spiritual enlightenment I did
Looked for some kind of self-actualization
Read a whole lot of sacred texts
which taught me of creators, and adversaries gods, and goddesses
stories of heroes, and heroines,
religious leaders professing their faith to both righteous and wicked alike
all having good versus evil as their themes
answers to life's purpose, and meaning
learned of preexistentes and afterlifes
Found out about detachment
Living one with nature and harmoniously with everyone else
set of rules to live life by
and so much more
however, at the time I was an anarchist
and I didn't want to adhere or even hear about rules about how I should live my life
Which turned me away from every sacred text that had rules in it
In which, I never prayed
executed, or experimented by having faith in any of these sacred texts and seeing what happened
eventually, I found logic, reason, and rationality, and certain sciences as well
even found a few philosophies to adhere to as well!
Experience such drama
Experience such confusion
Experience such liars
Experience such evil deeds
Embraced my humanity
Embraced my well being
Embraced my culture
Embraced my clan
Experimented with words
Experimented with feelings
Experimented with emotions
Experimented with thoughts
Embraced the love I have
Embraced the strength I feel
Embraced the power that is been given
Embraced who I am
Grand order
Grand order
Will come to order
In attendance:
God, us, Lucifer
and forbidden
fruit.
Old business:
Sin. The first time
we recognized
we we're fully naked
and experimented
with pleasures
derived from
Kama Sutra.
Lucifer put a motion
on the table to write
another chapter
and we voted
Yay unanimously
New business:
God suggests we try
Jesus in order to know
Him better
You we're willing
but the I's voted
in absentia
Spiritually speaking
I feel God every time
I'm into you
So my exploratory self
wants to delve deeper
into higher learnings
The bylaws we're written
with this blatant omission
And we have yet to append
the complexities of something
so simple.
I hate to be the one to say
I told you so
but there is something
divine within you.
Maybe it's him
maybe it's me
But you are the perfection
of trial and error
And sin just became
a chance to be one
with God again
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