Ahoy
I am The Pirate King, My Tattoo summons a Dragon with a AI spirit and cybernetic implants that shoots lasers out of his eyes.
Diamond of Czechia Mob boss of Chicago and Zlin Czechia Kelly Pink Diamonds my divine Celtic warrior queen sings with a sirens call. Her voice as an angel draws me in my dreams across the ocean toward my certain doom. I serve as Ambassador of King Jesus and am The Bard and Pirate King of Chicago Mob boss of Czechia Ruler of new Chicago servant of the living Lord Yeshua Son of God Almighty. My dragon summoned by pure faith in God shoots lasers out its eyes yet even I am no match for Kelly Pink Diamond Queen of Bohemia Czechia Mob Boss Angel Of Lord Jesus Christ and fellow Ambassador of King Yeshua Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Ahoy Trust in Jesus.
The moon speaks in phases
the sun a voice of lasers
every cloud a picture story --
write me a day, and I’ll paint
you a Starry Night.
In deepest nightmares, the buzzsaw
fast asleep, extinct, its teeth.
What psycho decided to D.N.A. cast
this swimming ancestor of Jaws?
Can you imagine the grind (cool beans!)
of his afterlife (a laugh a minute)?
Bad enough, the bite of cold eyes.
You, Psycho, on steroids.
Dr. Evil would cringe. He rather enjoyed
the thrill of a shark with laser beams.
“Ooh,” he’d yell! Mini Me might clap,
as the gears whirl and torque.
“You must think me a real jerk!”
he says to Scott. “Bring back the lasers!”
Nothing little about this buzzsaw.
Don’t resurrect the extinct monsters…
too late…raw fate
HARMLESS WASTE
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Transuranium Elements
Sound is Produced when something
vibrates. Shockwaves in
the surrounding area.
toroidal and poloidal
magnetic fields.
Vacuum vassal, plasma
chamber
torus shaped
tokamak.
blanket system
coolant system
diagnosis
Plasma
Cryogenics
neutrons released from fission
two or more atoms
are forced together
to form a singular more heavy
nucleus
magnetic fields and lasers
after combing deuterium and
tritium to create helium
100 million degrees
tungsten metal is used to create the reactor.
atoms are invisible and turns into plasma
which too is also invisible.
Crystal waters plumping the honeydews
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing and exploited children bearing no arms.
Foreigners get precedence over
the Citizenry collage for the sake
of stirring the melting plot.
The coffers brim
and Scrooge McF swims past inflation,
reaps the rewards of child labor
at camp Whinnie the Pooh with pedophiles and containment lasers,
adds a zero and then again, while CBDC
cabalist coup hides the genesis
of their new technology,
obfuscates the code in block-chain,
snart contract chaser-
in lock-step
and unlocked surveillance,
laser focused,
poker face,
tazered for inconclusive shadow, ban.
As we sell our Sons and Daughters
to a not so brave New World.
Sold at half price for reverse mortgage
and a haptic iPhone holographic massage.
OnlyFans and Tic Tok trends.
Where does it end?
Where the SoyLent is green.
Where the Red Firm Grows.
On a clearing morning I awaken,
yesterday’s ruckus subsiding;
corporal tensions having
been slept away, a dove softly
cooing on my window sill
in the flower box having made
a nest – room for both buds and
nurturing…
the cat at bay, the pane a permanent
divider, every night he awakes to
consciously dream, eyes like fixed
lasers, into the dawn he salivates,
wonders of our shared mystery, why
the mouthful and he separated, by the
same God who pets and soothes, calls him
precious…recalling the turkey they
shared – dispatched, tastefully presented
as grace…?
PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit.
Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it."
Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set.
Set Ing the diodes of scene.
All the same, on demand-
quid pro troll for human sacrificing...
icing in their assumed, -
exhumed names of representation-glands,
Idols in strange hands.
Decorating blue,
filling with strangers to one's own land.
Paradise Lost, seeking ills, -ills, ill gotten gains.
Kismetic Frosts relations
of cover-incestuous-religions
summoned in symbiotic trends,
of the means of the end.
On Alien soil, Ra, soon to return
to asphyxiate freedom's change, of wind,
whisping death's-bloom.
DeCoffinated break, drink !
Skywriters, Contracting...
Watching in aiding abetting, the elites.
The discreeted
scuttled upon the otherworldly-
Chariots called PleasureCrafts and Triremes and Juggernautivity Nets.
Lasers to strain in loom, everything you say or do-
you... buy, sell, eat, drink, breathe, think?
Utopia, Trojan Whores Riding a Beast.
The fourteen crowns sing like lasers to a fountain of crystallized birds
Her lips were of Persimmon pink
Her nails of Porcupine
And when she puckered up to kiss
You’d better which your spine!
Her eyes could penetrate the night
Like lasers from a gun
and when she set her eyes on you
Oh boy, you’d better run!
Let’s not forget about her feet
At “Bunny” speed, no less
She’ll hop right in and nibble when
she finds out your address
Persimmons, porcupines and guns
And with those Rabbit’s feet
She’ll chase and kiss and scratch and burn
What might she like to eat!
Often when we attempt
to reveal the world
in true shades of light
and dark – we become
lost in the pallet of self –
I don't know that
one needs focus
to be sharp (lasers
vs suns) as much of
what we do a mere carbon
copy of the great already
done – just on smaller
paper, to compensate
for the foreshortened
reach of human arms
and minds –
I love you
not out of need alone,
but simply for the sake
of loving – no love ever
wasted on the ears and
eyes of Heaven, our
greater light
and trajectory –
Love is always
Love....
Dark lords, grasping swords, eyes on the skies
I thought those fairy tales were gone
Yet they are still told like all such stories partially true
Pretending they are light tales ending in triumph—life is joyous again
Knights in armor, space ships, lasers all put away
Our children play games and toss each others’ fake swords about
Guns and knives have become plastic holiday toys again
It never really ends for mankind this practicing for wars
Do we suspect one day from far far away
Creatures monstrous will take over our lands
Perhaps those nightmares are practice for us all
Within our world or from deep dark lonely universal skies
For our struggles seem real and never end
A large building burns,
black-clad thugs dance around it,
reporter stands in front of flames
claims they are ‘peaceful’ protestors.
A courthouse surrounded,
lasers used to blind officers,
fireworks shot at building,
media claims they’re ‘peaceful’ protestors.
City-blocks ruled by thugs,
terrorized citizens watch children shot,
mayor sides with the traitors,
claims they’re only ‘peaceful’ protestors.
State democract congressman attacked
outside of the capital itself,
the news downplays it still,
claims they’re only ‘peaceful’ protestors.
Women driving home on her car,
surrounded by ‘protestors’ with clubs, guns,
they attack her car, smash her windshield,;
fears for her life, she hits the gas to escape,
thugs are hurt, media claims, ‘Right-wing extremist! Nazi’
…?
…!
Eff these lefties. They stopped being ‘protestors’ a long time ago. Lock
them all up.
Imagine building a planet
One 5 litre tub of cement at a time
she was an ordinary gal
Who did extra ordinary things
There before is the key to the future
Do we take it or live in the past?
I've so many disappointments
You're not one of them
Was living there an error?
Or a blessing in disguise
Nice boss lays you off at Xmas
Pop by with an M-16
The correct 3 hotel hours
With a certain person
I feel them near me
They sent something to the sky
My past a lead balloon frees me
Always never there
When you've lived a life like mine
You feel the way I do
It's cool shooting people with lasers
Watching them melt before you
You, a glaring red dot sits on the center of my radar.
ignorant of the crosshairs that dance all over your vulnerable being...
unable to see the lasers fixed on your head...
unable to see past yourself...
you dodged, you crept, you ran, you hid,
you cowered and sweated
like a rat in a canyon
and all of a sudden
you think you're God.
well, news flash:
you're just a red dot on my radar, aimlessly rushing nowhere...
The only way that fact will get through your head is this bullet.
align the trisyllabic
Words hide within the letters
No i can do better
I love the light that licks the darkest cloud
not right
Keeping petals as a pet
all will be repealed
appeal to the mass ese
Flashes of stupidity
lost inside the ditty
Rhyming from line
align the trisyllabic
Putting the iambic down
wishing oceans were wider
homophones
Right to write about rites
Dammit
i'm mad
Pallid drones
point your lasers
Predestinate the president
let the public rule again
never mind don't really care
I am the one who rules in there
Kind of got away from me there
I try to show you who i want to be
within my lies
i am free
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