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I wish to reminisce
Upon the bliss
Of triumph
And the agony
Of tragedy;
Are they not twin and twisted ends
Observed as life occured
In random spurts and trends?
To calculate and gauge his fate
Man did create
The chime of time;
One more illusion born
Inside the mystic mind.
But once accepted
Does become illusion now rejected
And reality's new find.
As time is heard to tock and tick
We do begin to ration it -
Evaluate and allocate
Each tick and tock upon the clock.
Life is lived by few
Observed by many
And understood by none -
Not one!
Though volumes have been written
And creative man is smitten
By the elegance of eloquence
In erudite philosophies
Combined with feeble prophecies;
Man still can only speculate and fabricate
More trendy theories empty of all consequence.
The bard of Avalon
Knew nothing new would ever be
Found underneath the sun;
And though the bard is gone
His truth lives on and on and on.
Man's emotional devotion
To dissecting every notion
Into tiny bits from bigger bits
Until he finds a bit that fits
Within his pre-dissection so prophetic wit of wits,
Has only gained mankind
A loss of nonexistent time.
And in another galaxy
Far, far away,
There is a sweaty desert prophet
Eating crawling things and calling
All inhabitants to suck on worms
And be reborn
In squirmy wormy ritual rebirth.
Their prophet is quite similar to one
Found once upon a time right here on earth.
The Prophet:
"Repent, repent,
Prevent, prevent,
And then repent again;
Then maybe the creator of this hot incinerator
Will awaken His forsaken self, procrastinator
Self, and will begin his job again creating good...forgiving sin.
Now crack this crispy critter's back till flat between your teeth,
There's nothing like a juicy, chewy bug to feed your love;
It tastes a bit like chicken say the bug gourmets beneath
The desert floor who rarely speak to we who live above.
Go save your soul and eat your treat
And I will stay right here to greet
The Son of the Creative One
Who says His work is never done;
But after all He is the Son
Of He who always needs to sleep
And blood can run in blood so deep
Such lazy ways may slowly creep
And leave the Son of One too weak
To carry on the awesome dawn
With all creative juices gone."
I'm tired of all the things we have to put up with
So let me express myself and then I'll shut up quick
I'm thinking outside of it, while I'm alive I refuse to be boxed in
The only time I'll be boxed in is when I'm inside my coffin
Let me talk about the world we're lost in
How can we trust anyone when the government lie to us
I have a lot of respect for soldiers who risk their lives for us
But I hate the fact innocent people get killed who aren't to blame
3 year olds, who survive a bomb attack but won't see their parents again
Crying their eyes out, with no one to wipe their tears
Who's going to feed and protect them? They've just lived their worst fear
Lose the people they needed most, damn how am I supposed to sleep at night
I'm seeing all of this, and it appears I'm the only one who knows it isn't right
Terrorist attacks and missing planes
Kids getting killed in Ukraine
They need help so try to escape and all we do is call them immigrants
Even though they've done nothing wrong and are innocent
The news will inform you about attacks in Belgium and France
But they don't have a minute silence for Nigeria
We're supposed to just ignore Palestine and Syria
Even though their attacks are more regular, damn
The news and government are biased about what they show us
They don't want you to have sympathy for countries they believe are below us
You'll be racist against a country yet you regularly eat their food
You dismiss their struggle, even though innocent kids are stitching together your shoes
Why do we need money, clothes and possessions to Validate us?
No matter what seats we have, none of us are as important as the people who provide the tickets and Allocate us
we hold on to material items for assurance
So when someone has more
We don't feel as important
You feel comfortable being a piranha until you're surrounded by alligators
Then you'll feel betrayed like someone should have gave you a warning
I call it karma for caring more about possessions than yourself
You cheated and swapped the cards you were dealt
Lied to the world and said it was an accident
But the government lie so how can I blame you for it
They're going to hate me for writing this
Because I got their attention by calling it Kim Kardashian
Circa February 28th, 1968 - The Former Leiper Estate
Soon after our family settled
into the sprawling estate
named "Glen Elm" approximate
half century old from date
mentioned in title, said treasure
rosy Gypsy foretold fate
Harriet Harris, (daughter
of Antebellum Rebecca great
Kuritsky - Brooklyn transplanted
Southern Belle), create
head "FAKE" story, whereby
former did absquatulate
with jack of all trades (Boyce
Brandon Harris) too late
above named ramshackle
mansion, they remained mate
to each other til death did
thee mum part, congratulate
sans, her high school chums
felt envious - girls did rate
papa (now octogenarian widower)
most handsome (master) bait,
whose smarts earning advanced
degree applying his pate
as mechanical engineer for
General Electric did satiate
penchant solving complex
mathematical equations tete
a tete for super intelligent
entrepreneurial fella alleviate
head real passion rehabilitating
derelict property, allocate
ting leisure time resuscitating
neglected homes ameliorate
head procreative itch practically
rebuilding this did animate
dad's profuse true calling
spending hours fame did anticipate
(though papa quite modest,
and other people gushed appreciate
ting self taught revitalizing
unseen hidden gem and to articulate
unique artistic flair himself
as taskmaster masterpieces intimate
ting creations nobody, but
himself could imagine brilliance pate
drew forth unbelievable
enhancements doppelganger did berate
rarely could family, friends,
strangers...do more than capitulate
with ceaseless praise always
adding final touches to captivate
most flattering aura, charisma,
karma (credit) perfectly calibrate
head aesthetic qualities even
shabbiest building communicate
ting magic touch of, who plied
blood, sweat and tears culminate
ting in unbelievable transformation
particularly, how to designate
ideal amount of appeal to abode
came to screeching halt dissipate
head after mum passed, and papa's
raw talent earned thru educate
ting himself, no amount of inborn
inherent blueprints did illustrate
native bent, BUT no new life could
resurrect demise of his queen soulmate!
Peace in life
Blanketing life with mixing others
Search of freedom and joy of peace
Feels me a golden jail,
Rather, taking fresh breath
In the morning mild race would be fine
In grass crushing by feet
Maximum peace! I ever raised in heart
Was title given by smiles of others
I puzzle sometimes do they bear peace! Actually
So! freely to allocate me and others
Many unwanted kisses
In chick and neck by as if glutton piece
And hinges of boredom and chain of others
A classify of a moral tie only should be
In real life how there is peace!
So to say, grown up in such boundary
A matter of hardship to breathe free
Peace in life is then a matter of distant for me
Without digging, deeply, for nectar within heart
A vastness of purity, filtering through, inside for peace
Needs, grave deep involvement, and sink to find point,
where it is.
A case of research for person to person, differently
If one can find actual peace in life, Believe
Why all are in sorrows and still in confusions!
So,future is certain for them, only
Who digs path, in present, to see bright future
I will buy it investing millions, and will motivate others for it
I like, welcome persons enjoy and invest in benefit
Then peace in life and bliss in life will be search of equipment
All will live long gladly, happily and will rest heavenly
Continue.......
Actual peace and bliss are not free as human remain searching
Points:-
I think so, this is, this is
But to me and to them too
Who researched and identified with clarity
Follow them, that destination who perceived with honesty
Who they are! then a matter of question
To find and follow will be
Please search and research again and again
It is available in market easily
Perceive right shop and owner who could supply you
A piece of peace, a life piece for happiness and bliss.
Future is uncertain to them who says and lies lazily
See them who bought stars from the sky
In the market available everywhere
The beauty of future is only to them
Glitters and flashy fame are not real fame.
Real future is your present time
How you utilize as ants' retinue.
wishing he had sung his prayers last night
from both ends to the middle
fell to the ground in adoration
tore a wake through the ink stains
but not from satisfaction
plastic Jesus hold my head
a round of applause for once
or even just a soft murmur
from those in your employ
parked way out in Kokomo
my interrogator professor Zworykin
said quietly we want information
I knew I was up **** creek
without an assault rifle
with various blunt objects
aimed at what was left of my head
initiations with disfigurement
so have a melodic answer he encouraged
yah well the Third Reich fell from bad music
I spat like a backwards vampire
the swelling is an obstacle
I added for evidence I mean emphasis
the King of the Scarabs was neither mollified
nor inclined to use less aftershave
a great rectum of a situation
which is a poem in itself
I got in a few imaginary hits
before he called in the hockey franchise
with their many novel effects and manifestations
such as hugely distended penises
not at all like the computer club
fart gigglers and Balaam anointed
who sang as they worked
that's how we laugh the day away
in the merry merry Land of Oz
always a help to morale in the trenches
to use a dirty semaphore
for the male power hug
cracking walnuts with hydraulics
the Scarab King was a backhanded guy
strung out on endless platitudes
this is a spit shine day men
do your regimentation proud
they wavered then cheered then wavered
when the going got tough
and it seemed to often
for your present narrator
they allocate security personnel
in my case a comic endorphin gigolo
the hand of a spell upon his brow
good lord not another eccentric botanist
bedecked with the fabled Trinkets of Mouthgate
traffic fines double in poet zone
former servant of the hypno-avatar
with his blemish free goats
and his tunnel vision paparazzi
hI I'm Joe Product family friend
half con half circus half fury
screaming on the rack
my one line in the play
whatever will I do now
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Lucubrations fuels ebullience
Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere
twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,
these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate
on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)
by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)
okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation
to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how
(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense trumped ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,
(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate
as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with *****sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an organ minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!
Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere
twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,
these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate
on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)
by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)
okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation
to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how
(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense trumped ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,
(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate
as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with *****sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an organ minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!
Ratify Femininity to the nation grown from women
Women born and bred yet they still deny
How many would it take to rectify?
Maybe a man not given equal pay
When labor was the same that day
Or maybe if our society were to decay
Then what do you think they would say?
Flowers in the world not given recognition
How all of congress is filled with superstition
Is that what we call the christian vision?
Though some say it may be too late
Too late to ignore or to open the gate?
Sitting in their highchairs “trying” to relate
The past is long overdue for reason to allocate
Great endeavors faced yet still unable obtain liberty
With a veil of shame we are forced to hide our dignity
Shoved into the darkness to wait out our captivity
Prosperous light uproot this harsh mentality
Lead the way to a brighter ultimate reality
She’s bearing the very precious life
Meanwhile enduring stress and strife
Left stored away to be an intolerable wife
But for our strength we know the destination
Tracing the stars with a beautiful constellation
We must be able come to the realization
That exists as a signature of tribulation
Trying to acquire the expired restitution
Rights long disregarded in the constitution
Implications shamefully created like pollution
For the arrogance of humanity to remain
Inequality needs to be seen the same
Voices in the outreach heard in vain
It’s not easy to break the chain
Trying to pursue the right ongoing route
Progression beginning to suddenly reach out
Inspiration and ability consuming anything with doubt
Aiming for the constant infinity with passion and nobility
Feeling empowered to relinquish possession of the hostility
Making efforts to transcend the dialogue of hate into tranquility
we may disagree but I respect that you see things differently
Tangibility can be a tedious thing when it comes to activism
There needs to be inadvertent changes within this system
Or else we may have to experience a genuine cataclysm
That smirk that kills me
That bravo! That instills me
The blunt truth you were able to see
That I cherished you
But you kept quiet,
and I felt like a fool
The fool who cared
And you friend, The White Colonial Hollow Man that didn't care
Pardon me for calling you hollow
I know you’ve been hurt, struck by the need to prioritize
Shift and allocate and customize
What comes first in your life
But it still hurts that the timing was not right
That luck was not by my side
But who am I kidding
Neither luck nor time could have made this right
If your heart was not by my side
You sail upon a different tide
And I am still stuck by the shore
Looking for a grain of hope
Hope that you might turn around and sail to the coast
But do tell me, how come I was struck
How come I favoured and noticed
and you so fervourless?
How can you so bluntly tell me I shouldn’t?
How come I saw and you couldn’t
The frustration that you have ignited
Is strongly enticing, tranquilizing
I gathered some courage and uttered “I care”
Yet such feelings, along with many candidates, you couldn’t share
Made me beat myself up, for my astounding luck!
“throw it all behind you", you said
without thinking twice or even considering how I felt
it hurts to be rejected
but you know what stings the most,
what kills the most, what harms the most
what makes me ache,
the thought that caused the pain,
was not that you didn’t care
but it was when you saw my care to be a bore
a bore that only became a load
so I fell in to utter, shrieking silence
“don’t give awkwardness space”, he said
it wasn’t awkwardness that needed space
but a wounded pride to be mended
so fly along the course of life
live your days, and so will i
too bad our stars were not aligned
I am done caring.
For what it is to my gain, if I cherish in vain
For it is better to be slapped by the Truth
than kissed by a Lie
so fly along the course of life
and live your days, and so will I
Goodbye.
Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin
dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting
state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves
riding roughshod, which repeatedly
pulsate, oscillate, and nurse qua mantra
generate breakers animate
ting my state of consciousness
incessantly inundated with said
stormy sea re: brawl mailer
daemons intent to annihilate
stealthily, jarringly,
and devastatingly annunciate
without warning a tsunami
drowning spirited lifesource,
an undesirable nihilistic thought,
I unwittingly, hatefully,
and accurately anticipate
emotional tug of war
as better angels arbitrate
struggling successfully to arrogate,
and establish erstwhile equilibrium
lest body electric will self asphyxiate
such deep seated
respiration aims to attenuate
ninety nine point nine nine nine...percent
effortlessly injecting willpower,
and survival overpowering
strength modus operandi to dominate
self destructive negative feedback loop
constantly (i.e. daily)
vying to authenticate
practiced discipline, sans shut eye
transcendent mindset to calibrate
and stymie passivity to capitulate,
where resignation writ large checkmate
ting ability to experience and consummate
spiritual ecstasy, wherefore I contemplate
the simple practice the
benefits to coordinate
setting aside absolute
value able quiet time to cultivate
blockbuster, regarding crushing
beast within that doth debilitate!