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the only tree for a thousand miles
gave him welcome if temporary shade
a kaleidoscope of mockingbirds filling its branches
it was no longer possible to be blind
but very possible to be jailed
for being unaware of our surroundings
being that we are panphibians capable of TV
where apathy and turmoil don't mix
wracking our brains for the worst solution
every day since time began again
banding bending binding bonding bundling
mind turned upon itself like minds tend to do
a moth eaten panorama of agonies
everything still broken the breakers unpunished
our narrative not telling anyone anything new
long live the revolution in wisdom
that's my drooling occupational therapy grin
it's gotten me out of more than one derailment
feeling life as a prelude to a guillotine basket
or worse a juggernaut of ambition
now that will immediately inaugurate
a prison epidemic of eyeball rolling
can we escape seeing the unseen
or is it just a bigger cage
don't let the blighters
sell you your own real estate
or discoveries in hysteria research
from the Intergalactic Whats Next Council
acting in accord with the statistics
make it more aerodynamic
everything means something
a tool for every job
daily nightly I try to be less stupid
a simple formula designed for
the sweet gurgling idiot infant within
out cold but still in the game
now you got me laughing
momentarily dazed and surprised
prepare only for the eventual
because what remains tends to
influence what is to come
in a logic both apparent and subtle
not exactly free from ahem connotation
as most doors don't open themselves
meanwhile somewhere back in history
the Dog Clan had trouble finding women
with eight or ten ****
there that opened something up
from the spare parts bin
apparently his bulging eyeballs
were on full creme d'menthe death ray
the universal sense of alarm just went off
wailing it's not all brain chemistry
he spoke many tongues in faucet mode
the ramifications came tumbling out
but often heading in opposite directions
while the oppressive crows circled
where the Wizard parks his wagon
every home from Kansas to Atlantis
instituted a reign of madness
terror and ballroom dancing
See me a visualization of the truth. A fatal portrait selfie. A dose of reality. 1zt card life dealt me waz the high joker. Nocturnal Mojo. An ounce of venom. Mixed wit buckshot. Inhale freedom. Magick red carpet ridez. Living righteously. A man, protector of angelz I attain 2b supreme. Humanz jyzt suk, addicted 2 self induced chaos. Mojojuize iz the fountain of youth. I'm smooth. I walk amongst the illuminationz shadowz. A skeleton key. American Mojo. Ur the Gordian Knot 2 my Mojo the Gr8. Big Red Ride Or Die Hoodlum. Itz my Earth. Mind ripper barbed wire electric fence all up in ur hed. Co creator of beautiful golden karma my aura glowz super nova. Sexually aerodynamic, take u2 higher ground n pass ur test. Domento in me Mojo, wen I am I, I am the bezt. Silver tongued vocabulary. Lyrical 4play. Ironic how I feel safeness within ur dangerousness. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. Lunacy in a free mind. Memoriez r all in order. An angelz feather & a photo of us brotherz. I will not fail. I'm beyond better. May i tempt u, ride wit me. Seductive in my madness. Letz journey in2 the mysterious afterlife. After we celebrate life 4 decadez of decadence 2 come. I'm all about family. A magickal creature, never sleep me. I'm a nightmare calming dream. Only God will judge me. Gear blacked out in a dark part of a dark city. Insidious motivez. Blood 4 bloodline. Naw we all got kingdomz 2 build. Swear tho upon my lilz. I will rain down upon thee hellfire n brimstone whosever ever harmz my Trinity. Til then I'ma keep grinding stimulating my faith. A spirit reincarnated phoenix named Soulfyre Free. On the lookout 4 that fabled Dragon smoke. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run.
MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream!
So Aerodynamic and efficient with a stream
lined design. With a DI-2 shifter that shifts
precisely and is so divine.
I'm sitting here for several hours on my new
racing bike. They're tweaking it perfectly, and
making it right.
A true masterpiece that is designed for speed.
Which every adrenaline junkie definitely needs.
I quickly fall in love with the way that it feels.
At ten thousand dollars, its quality revealed.
As I get on it, it fits like a glove. I shift it quickly
as I start to take off.
I race with an accelerating rhythm, at maximum
speed. What an experience, a euphoric feeling
that overtakes me!
My heart pounds with excitement and my thighs
start to burn, as lactic acid builds up, rounding an
apex of a treacherous turn.
I glanced at my Garmin , peddling quickly in this
competitive race. Twenty-six miles an hour, I
average, pushing myself, at a grueling pace!
My heart pumps as I spin up this hill, anticipating
the descent, oh my what a thrill!
I try catching my breath as my lungs cry out for air.
Reaching a pinnacle point of exhaustion, and
borderline despair!
I'm pushing my cadence with everything I got.
Failure is not an option, like it or not!
I'm shooting for King of the Mountain, in this heart
stopping mile. Thank God it's all over, as I stop and
relax, for a while!
It's all finished now, as I check out the Strava on line.
And much to my amazement, I am the fastest, of all
time!!
I wish I could take credit, and be solely responsible
for this great feat, but I know in my heart, it was a
great effort, made by My Bicycle and Me.
The lean old men in my vicinity
wake to find themselves a day older
then turn away from the mirror to reflect
on their miserable circumstance.
Then they masque their decay with cologne,
snap on their one-piece spandex sportswear
and wheel off to meet their ancient colleagues for tea.
Along the way they blast glances at a car
that dares to edge past with its foul exhaustion
until at last, snapping locks onto spoked wheels,
the knights errant mingle at tea, glorious
in their molded aerodynamic helmets.
They are one for all, and all for themselves,
and their speed dials connect to the bank, the spa,
the athletic wear store, the restaurant, and the escort service,
for after their sweat grey romp across town,
they whirl into the finest hotels by the harbor where they strip, shower,
wrap their wrinkles in snow white terry towel shrouds,
and await the knock of their Tuesday morning girl.
From their Victorian styled suites with golden phones for service
they call their brokers and shuffle stocks in their decks till
check-out time. They glare at an insouciant desk clerk
whose obeisance has not been forthcoming and, quickly insulted,
call the general manager and have her job, as promised.
Long, long is the bicycle ride home that stops them for the evening.
wife the third proffers white wine in fluted crystal, laments her
feverish responsibilities as a Matron of the Arts (ignored, of course
by the lean old men who slide into their pyjama suits
and slumber by the fire while Rachmaninoff plays his Second.)
They will die—just not today,
for tomorrow is still their fat child,
waiting to be eaten.
.
the King’s Game
protected by law
but an aerodynamic
l.a.w
onto itself
the swan’s landing approach
an ungainly affair
holding my
b r e a t h
in anticipation of an aborted landing
much like a new
LOVE
affair:
exhilarating but also
apprehensive
the g
l
i
d
i
n
g
into familiar territory
embracing the calm waters
as its natural habitat
lull
a … in the relationship
with nature
and my emotional state
e c h o e d
spurred on by undetermined
external forces
that might have suggested a running l
e
a
p—
dreams take w i n g
on blades that CLEAVE the a I r—
bruised plumose memories
long in the e x h a l i n g …
My favorite wild animal is
as strong as Hulk Hogan
and eats fresh quail.
She is as strong as
Chuck Norris, and Rocky,
and they fly faster than mail.
My favorite animal makes a
hungry cheetah look unnaturally slow.
He conforms into a aerodynamic
teardrop when he hunts below.
My favorite wild animal is
a dark bird of prey,
who makes quick strikes.
When mice and rats
and small birds watch them
carry off their friends,
they yell "Yikes!"
Clocked at 242 mph
they are the fastest
wild animals on earth.
The mama
peregrine falcon
reproduces in litters
of three or four eggs,
30 days until birth.
They are located everywhere
except the rain forest,
New Zealand and the poles.
Hungry foxes would
love to catch these white-faced,
yellow-eyed creatures, but they're too slow.
Peregrine's enemies
are the bald eagles,
great horned owl, and the hawks.
They were eating
carrier pigeons in France,
and lots of Frenchmen squawked.
Their natural color is
black and gray;
they strike so quickly, and on time.
They've been off the
endangered list since
August 25th, 1999.
If you ever see a teardrop
shape dropping toward you
swiftly from the sky,
Check your pockets
for fresh quail.
If it's not there,
you're going to die.
written May 12, 2018
i was sitting at the tree of your life
the good of woman not being a wife
but a temptress deceatful into sin
and her slyness always would grant her a win
if you but only saw
that the beauty that creature bore
was nothing in comparison to her tounge
with lies she concocted she had the most fun
her body was designed to nurture and care
but when honesty was needed none would be there
that was when i saw that which he called man
he had strength and muscular beauty within his hand
his design so aerodynamic and a core
of muscle, strength was his to bore
yet his mind was only one in place
and the head the picture of the snake
that spit the poisoned seed to bear
millions of sinners everywhere
so that God would be needed more
than only to provide them with chores
He would be needed to save them from sin
a place of flames called hell within
and thus set it up always to win
a sickly power game of solitaire
with solicitors strewn everywhere
then he chose one son to love and one to kill
so he would his cup of wrath fulfill
that murderer lives within us all
hate was the cause for mans murderous fall
thats why sin was allowed to exist in the first place
the answer was always there in our face
he wanted not only to be a provider
of all but a saviour too
that what was desired
2023/12/15 03:43 pm
The 90’s were not easy, but my spouse and I got by.
Both our children, grown, soon were on their own.
The syndrome known as “empty nest” didn’t even touch us.
If anything, those wings of mine spread splendidly
as I ascended, full of hope, into a new Millennial sky.
In 2000, my age was 45, and definitely, I was in my prime.
Having taken up guitar, I strummed to songs I sang for just myself.
I belly-danced, lifted weights, did boxing and aerobics.
Reading up on fitness tips, and eating for my blood type,
I was at my best. “Aerodynamic,” this bird could fly;
even years of therapy on a painful neck were starting to pay off!
Around this time, I also took three fascinating trips,
first seeing the Big Apple for my very first time.
Also I basked in the sun and in the fun of a great Bahamas cruise.
Later, with a friend, I enjoyed a glorious week in Rio de Janeiro.
Of all the things feathering my not-so-empty nest,
one stood out, which later would define the woman I’ve become today.
Embracing the muse I’d abandoned in my youth, I learned to soar with poetry!
Today, twelve years later, I fly through skies much too often gloomy,
recalling a time before our world went mad - the time when skies were bright.
Written by Andrea Dietrich, Jan. 6, 2012
For nette onclaud's....AT THIS AGE Poetry Contest
Jets and planes have conquered the sky
Just like us, fly over the deep blue ocean
They have copied us, use avian highways
But, why are the singles unable to fly?
They have made mechanical giants
Which will carry many of them.
A pilot navigates the way
They will sit in comfort
Happily drinking champagne
Once a pilot asked me, what's your Avian secret?
Our eyes are large for a sharp eyesight
In air and water, we see well.
Tube shaped nose enhances smell
Hooked bill is for gripping the fish while flying
The feet at the back,propel us from behind when diving
Narrow wings regulate, turbulence while flying
The thickly dense plumage is for insulation
The long wingspans produce aerodynamic lift
We can read the sun and stars
Parents teach us navigation skills
Instincts, landmarks, all these help
If you want to fly, this is all, I could say
Now that we know each other well
I have an important thing to tell
As you know friend, over the time we have evolved well.
Natural problems, predators and storms are manageable
Human threats like power lines and hunters are the worst of all
Destroyed habitats, changed environments, make it unbearable
Turtle dove and many other sea birds now face extinction
Please be kind. Save our migrants without restriction
Godzilla groaning
A clause with claws.
Scratching.
Scraping.
Alongside bereft dignitaries.
It is amazing how any womble can be stuffed into a suit.
How rather dapper then!
But not a dappled horse for they are galloping in a startled herd.
Neigh neigh neigh but no sleigh for these are wild beasts from the ancient soils. Therefore building and planting is prohibited. Two point nine from the document states that a single pea shot from a skyline would create many a flattened dome that contains many micro nanodes and an imperial imp waving nonchalantly is not a champion nor a challenge really.
So when all the ingredients chop themselves and jump in a pan and the swirl of sentences make a stock it can be ascertained that these will combine to shake many a concrete chasm chamber and commerce is a catacomb and a dungeon for dogmatic arts and crafts played in a little game that erupts into an international competition of cricket tennis and nylon croquet as those are the attire of the airs antics in many an airspace with the coordinates of 5 point nine two zero.
So drink a nice refreshing can and regard the Avalon mist from many snails and frogs who are jumping.
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