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A Plea to the Dry Guys

Moving like moonlight
I am the OG silver surfer
Fleshwalkers, Dry Guys, Land Livers,
Have been around for, 
What, 300,000 years?
Try 20 million years.

We eat stingrays.
Literally. For breakfast.
I have a 360 degree field of vision.
What's directly in front of me?
Don't ask.

Listen, Humanoids,
I'm delivering this plea
To your nearest post office.
Luckily I found a stamp
With my photo on it.

The plea is:
We are different from the other sharks
(Uhh: other sharks don't use post offices)
And are undeserved of their 
Ruthless, roguish, reputation.

Yes, we are younger 
Than our arrow-headed brethren
(Just 400 million years younger.)
But our brains are bigger.
Evidenced by our lack of interest 
In Walky-Talky interaction.

Check your stats.
Us Real Heads are considered
"Shy" among you. Right.
You wouldn't believe 
The number of karaoke 
Joints down here.

The moon now 
Has dipped down 
From the world of air
While the sun has made it's rise.

I'm starting to tan in the shallows
A tad too much for my taste.
Stay safe, sentient skin slickers!
I must be one my way now
At 20-25 miles per hour.

Angels

Angels are humanoids with bird- like wings.
Travel fast changing locations with swings.
They’re perceived as other worldly soul forms.
They guide and tell humans about His norms

They're messengers between God and mankind.
They discharge His orders that are defined.
They pull out negative power and heal.
We read about them with a lot of zeal

Angels reincarnate into cute girls.
Immaculate with pure hearts as white pearls
They carry legacy to grooms' houses
Connect the families as best spouses

They're the best managers and serve both ends.
Shower love and bliss with more dividends
They build lineage and family trees
Daughters! A family's real trustees

Christmas

Christmas

What does it mean? The Birth of Jesus Christ for Christians
For the Christians, but not for all – drink, party, and more
Holiday, gift-giving, glittering illusions – where is the love?

Far, so far. Maybe He ran away and is afraid of people
Yes. No, oh no. We are the highest creatures! Humanoids!
Free will be given to the selfish ego, hmm; just our love

‘This is not true.’ Said Master. ‘Look around, don’t be rude.
So many people are helpful, their heart is open and pure,
Just be loveful, silent, friendly, honest, peaceful; comes love.’

Said Master. Yeah. Master is right—objective perfect mind.
‘Judge not, lest you be judged! Love your neighbor as yourself.’
Said Master. ‘And do not think always about yourself.’ Said Master



‘Blessed are the poor in spirit.’
Said Master

Yes, love is poor
Said Master

WRITE A BEAT TO MYSELF- DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS Shasta Simms

In my recommendation of my syncopation 
Gathering of humanoids rhythmic sensations
 copulation dramatization rescape Rufus reggae beats

Ginuwine Drumline rat a tat tat 
attack on this yet you're all that 
Blilighten crest  muscles flex
myself being sweet to myself
 I can release by myself 
when I'm by myself
 I am the glory of the rhythm person above and below dancing in the streets walking
Attuned yet sleeping awaken in summers dream

I witness 
as I write this 
Boom a bout' a bing  drum beat
Tis beat mi rhythm my
Mine boom ta bangity crept 
As I, write a beat to myself
Booya

Dancing with Bees

You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive

There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes 
As you zoom through the air

On return to the den
Over-share with a flurry
Of your flower-full journey
Full of buzzing and scurry

You waggle your tail 
With your moves; figure eight
So your bee-chums to flowers
Can with ease navigate

You are sharing the load
And you hum as you go
Your communal spirit
More successful than solo

I envy you somewhat 
Though your lifespan is shorter
That you dance while you work
I think more humanoids oughta

For we stress and we toil
Little sweetness to show
For our labouring lives
Whether sunshine or snow

Yet the Spring flowers beckon
In the garden of life
Perhaps to shimmy's the answer
To this trouble and strife

Bats In the Mist

Imperiling through the sky with blood settled on the tip of their tounges. They call out a cult of white hoods with the Illuminati eye on the shroud humanoids with red scaly skin 8 feet tall and burrow in the mesopelagic zone stationed into a temple full of books such as the Grapes of Wrath. One bat hovers over them in the dune hills of sand stepping upon the surface revealed to be a man in black who has a very spunky charismatic mustache. His however were full of curiosity but sinister intent. The creatures who took the very enfeebled shrouds covering their faces. Revealed was stone cold face of death glowing turning the bats into them as if they were a lighthouse herding them to the ingress of a new identiy.

Official of Officialness

Im officially the official of officialness in the matter of all matter that matters to anyone who is anyone who belongs to someone who is officially known as to be something of a descendant of man or men but probably preferably man not apes or monkeys but humanoids of this tiny tiny blue marble of a planet. 

So cheers! 

So since I'm officially the official of officialness you all can go about your official business.

And if you ever need any official advice or guidance or assistance or support or help or direction or instruction or supervision or regulation or authorization or approval or endorsement or confirmation or verification or validation or certification or accreditation or recognition or acknowledgment or appreciation or praise or commendation or compliment or admiration or respect or esteem or honor or tribute or homage or salute or toast or cheers, you know where to find me. 

I’m always here for you, my fellow officials. ??

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part 2

[ Poet’s Note :  This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two 

Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead 
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of 
humanoids at play with slick lies 
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth

Blood that stains and weeps and 
                                   weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
                                   rise up again ! 
pulled firmly by the hair with wide 
                                      open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise

dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing 
connect with fluffy clouds where little 
girls see God

Truth !  be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in 
unbroken voices

Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste 
                                       hot bread

Truth springs up again and again 
She rises from oceans and 
mountains forever and ever

Right here !

©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990

The Void of Sleep

At minimum- we spend one-third of life
within a void, referred to as sound sleep;
a void that grants serenity or strife-
and waking up can make us smile or weep.

Where do we go when we shut tight our eyes
and fall into a deep, unconscious state;
set free into some mystic space- likewise,
a realm, where past and present, future wait?

Is there a timeline where our minds can see
the past- where memories again play on a stage;
or look ahead to all that's meant to be
encoded in a dream we cannot gauge?

We spend one-third of life in these vast voids-
set free into some mystic space- likewise,
as strange, unconscious, traveling, humanoids!
Where do we go when we shut tight our eyes?


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Wake, Pee, Meow, Eat, Sleep

The life of a cat is pretty boring but sweet
Wake up, pee, meow, eat, sleep, then repeat
Much like us humanoids
Of direction they're void
Very dependent on us but we're first to eat

Wake, Pee, Meow, Eat, Sleep

The life of a cat is pretty boring but sweet
Wake up, pee, meow, eat, sleep, then repeat
Much like us humanoids
Of direction they're void
Very dependent on us but we're first to eat

Death Mankind Life-

Death
final Bliss 
spiritual reciprocal physical 
separation dominations 
all decay rotten flesh 
separation spiritually from God 
living carnal being
spiritual souls
humanoids 
ManKind
life

4/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Eliminating the Vogan Queen

Fouey Fricklebundt fries formed generously under the daily duress of Voganistic scoundrel dogs and gloryfined frickleless masters showed up as Jayburgers seriously rounded up in a distressed way by interplanetarium worm hog feedsayergoers.  Muddling in madness, the querulous queen of the planetarian everylords slapped an intergalactic space voyager cat into Fricklebundt’s space pod, knowing his allergies would do him in.  Swarmpopped at last, we quickly showed the curious mongovvers that the welcome mat was closed to the queen after this meanness.  Sixty-four species of humanoids dunderslapped their pawburgers upon the paperwork that caused her demise in record ways. It was a glorbobbering way to get our own candidate to the top of the Vogan council, so in a dubbbliciously deploriattting crazzllating way, it was what we wanted in the end.

Galactic Baseball Wars

There in a galaxy and a land, far, far away
There are super Stars and super Humanoids
They playing baseball with hot plasma baseballs
Aliens are causing bright light luminous emanations:
These from their lightning light-saber laser like bats

A League of teams is fighting for their own home planet life
No one ever touches the ground over there
The only very strict rule is to keep walking on the atmosphere
The cleats used there are to be able to endlessly hover 
Also, on their backs are super powerful gama-ray jetpacks
Home-runs there do cause volcanic catastrophic land shocks

To win is life with zeal, to lose is a demise and a death unseen
Somethings there are similar as here; these things to be pondered

Ancient Architecture

Ancient architecture has recently been my joy
Carved out of hillsides, primitive tools were employed
Blows our mind
At what we find
Can't imagine how they did it, wows us humanoids

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