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What do you believe?
What do you know?
did you have any clue i read tarot cards professioanlly for the oldest restarunt built
in my city
and predict surprised birthday parties that have passed
and cfan tell you all sorts of secrets of exaggerated emotion and paranoia
that only the moon knows
So like the life lesson of the hanged man
are you here to realise you are gullible or to see through me and know ive been
telling the truth
is this a test for you flase prophet
or your spiritual awakening with another card before you saying all of my poetic
poems that sound personal are nothing more than fabrications
and many of you judge me
and that further goes to prove my writing ability?
Is it true do i know anything of being bonded to the material
and the devil who reminds me the keys to my chains are within my grasp
And the tower of unforseen catastrophe always has a happy ending or a rainbow
but only a true prophet in the year 2012 in las vegas understands the
conspirtualacy of my craft
Is the hierophant all about the conformity of society
and the grouping together of the nonconformidt youth
so when the saints and sinners pull to gether to revolutionise and pull this star
from the sky will our dreams or nightmares come true?
Tell me prophet Am i a fool because the magician never taught me his tricks
but i understand the perfect shufles and have a deck of freudian slips of my own?
the blue moon sunrise and the three levels of the game of reality
we take babysteps of fear to beat or fail to proceed or return to the start
Where exactly is the emperor's crown of authority when society understands the
slide of psychology
and the one of a million being catered to
and the billion sof like minded individuals that spiral out from this psychological
understanding
Am i in the driver seat of the chariot and do i have enough temperance
to balance the forces of good and bad to see the pros and cons
of the blessings and ultimatums of desires and consequence
were you gullible all this time to fall for my lies?
or were you smart enough to see them as works of art?
or are you a true prophet and need to start the revolution from the earth and the
pollution of our skies
here i am
a false martyr
tell me prophet whats in store for me
and what am i to do?
I see you running up and down the street staring at me through your dark tinted mirror; I couldn’t see your face but I saw your hands moving about on the steering wheel as you mount that battered hill with curiosity and reality staring in your face.
I have subdued all feelings and continue to search of new meaning. I want to catapult up to sky and have some fun before I die. Are you going to mask your hands too with a gloves and a colored shoe?, What are you afraid of? The dress, the crown or the new frock? I saw you going up the hill with something that is smaller than you but you ride with a vision that is bigger than yourself.
The sun rises slowly over the hill and burst through myriads of grey clouds pouring out a warm friendly smile that sinks deep into my flesh. The morning sweat kept seeping through my pores soaking my clothes and dripping water all over the floor, it’s as if I have just ran a marathon ten times around the track clocking a faster time with all that I have got .
I can see you standing over there looking at me over here. Driving up and down on the street disrupting my heart beat. Why did you come here if you have nothing to fear, you kept hiding from me as if you are my destiny. I do not know for sure where this is going but I will journey with you to the end.
The big stage is rolling in and the streets are busy with fine merchandise from home and abroad, trucks are lined up at the corner and the streets shoppers and vendors are walking around trying to get the early morning sales.
The actors are repeating their lines and dancers from all over the world are rehearsing for the big event. A hundred and ten bands are on the track and the jazz performers are waiting at the back.
Big trucks parked up on the business street with millions of dollars of catered food stuff; chef, waiters and waitress are running about clearing the trucks and unpacking the stuff, it is going to be a big bang with coronation bells flying all over the land.
See them dressed up over there in fine costume and carnivals boots, their painted lips and exquisite attire set the whole world on fire, the music is playing in the background and everyone is gathering around
Come to where I live and I will show you something astounding, the streets are packed and the birds are flying in the air and the message is quite clear.
WHEN THE WInD BLEW THROUGH THE HOLLOW REEDS
written by: Pannus Sphinx
native to regions of habitual areas the Brya ebenus tree is
best suited for flutes, english flutes one would say
the bassoon is created from this type of tree
planks from the boards of the black maple tree
can also be used with resin to produce
beautiful instruments and marvelous creations
along with the sugar maple these trees are fashioned to
impress sound and longevity were it the best choose
to craft a musician's dream instrument
density and hardness the black locust is a suitable alternative
to the traditional rosewood the has been historical used
to make instrument bows and xylophone bars
Due to the lackof finacail security the 61 members of the group were visiblly sad. They thought they could afford 40 bassoons from there tresuery: but were only actaully able to afford 27 due to the outragous cost of these custom made tresures. They were able to smile when the artisain send bows and xlophones peices free for the amount the Orcastra had purchased. They referred to the instruments as clownish flutes.The deep tones were nearing exotic, giving the directer of the event cause to limit the amount of peoplke able to attend the Board meeting due to cost. Catered the affair over-ran the budgeted allocations from the tresury. This made the couples in the Orchastra smile: but those who wanted to vacate along with there musical mates had to pay the addition cost due to the budgeted restictions. Leaving sound soured by the whole affair.
The performance was expected to be ledgendary to the benifet of the audeince. Velvety smooth and soothing. Purple and creamed colors were the chose of colors for the event. Catered by a world famous chef. the audeince only knew the the results of practice: but back stage professionals shined doing what they did best!
The shelac still smelled fuming the backstage area.
With two months left to go, in the year of 2012, I must not be too complacent.
However the first ten months have brought much joy and few sorrows.
The most exciting events have been the four weddings of young relatives.
My youngest grandson's wedding came first and I was not invited.
He and his intended flew off to Hawaii for the wedding, with their attendants.
The rest of us had to be satisfied with an invitation to their reception after they returned home. My wedding gift to my grandson and his bride was a professionally framed and sealed and museum glassed copy of my double poem, "The Bride's Prayer and The Bridegroom's Prayer". in hopes that it would last as long as I deeply wanted their marriage to last.
The other three weddings were the results of many months of planning and I received a formal invitation to each one. In late August my great-grandniece married her fiance in a military wedding. The reception was held in the Officers Club and was planned to the last detail. In September my own great-granddaughter held her wedding in my
yard and the weather cooperated beautifully. It was small, around fifty guests. Rented decorated tables held a feast worthy of a more opulent wedding. The groom was as handsome and the bride as beautiful as those in the wedding magazines they had consulted in order to avoid the high expense of a wedding planner.
The last wedding was held the last Saturday in October and the bridegroom was my favorite great-grandnephew. His beautiful bride was dressed in a lovely formal gown, under which she wore...cowgirl boots. Her eight attendants wore flirty. short, black dresses and...cowgirl boots. Western music was played and a catered meal of Western food was served to the two hundred guests. No expense was spared for this wedding. It was held at a remodeled cattle barn which has been turned into a beautiful social hall and rented out for just such occasions. The minister said it was the twenty-fifth wedding ceremony held in that building at which he had officiated.
These were all joyous affairs and my prayer is that all parties will all be able to observe their 75th anniversaries and are still as happy as on these, their wedding days.
Our long time catered chef...
prepared a meal fit for (psst... me) a king
Actually professional cook
(trained since infancy)
long a staple of our family
since... oh way before
my bubba's zayda's time
naturally became (according
to rules of primogeniture)
the feudal rule by
which whole real estate
of intestate passed
to eldest son, i.e. yours truly
automatically included:
aide de camp, chambermaid,
essential frisson gourmet hotelier,
lion tamer, jack of all trades.
Thus surprise meal of
mid/late afternoon May 17th, 2080
constituted: gluten free pasta
(celiac raged rampant
one generation to the next),
vegan cheese, V8 juice,
diced onions and garlic,
and steeped with special
ingredient – namely tlc,
not available anywhere
but, just enough
tender loving care to buzzfeed
the whole mishpacha,
which gathered from far and wide
every Sunday afternoon
since Moses parted the Red Sea.
How glorious to feast upon:
delicious smelling than tasting,
humongous apportioned
splendiferous concoction
conglomeration ofttimes referred
to as popslop,
which general household name
lacks culinary delicacy,
and honorary specificity.
The meal made manifold more appreciative
after a hard day's night sleeping
within an ornate bedchamber
comprising our lofty abode
upon groggily awakening each morning,
I betook sweeping view
out uppermost bay window
pleasant view of Schwenksville proper,
(which I accomplished
with flying colors
eight days a week)
experiencing vibrant dreams constituting
living social the life of Riley.
After adequately supping on repast
which if any leftovers got repurposed
for next sumptuous meal,
either one prepared later that same day,
or come the morrow promised taste buds
to experience out of this (Martian) world
another savory experience fit for none other
than king of schnorrers!
Contrary to popular belief
hen pecking mother goose,
nor her ilk of coterie of four
and twenty blackbirds
purportedly baked in a pie
completely groundless supposition
crust a stale rumor
circulating courtesy deluxe
twenty first century technological
and ecological (of course)
invidious rumor mill.
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
Form:
It's funny, because I've vacuumed under your bed
a hundred times in the past two years
I've dusted the black bedside table
picked up your Scotch and Soda pants off the floor,
still jingling with belt attached
All of your belts and shoes are brown
My father told me as a child, that homosexuals
were identifyable according to the colour of their leather
- Brown meant straight - black equalled gay - simple!
It was an odd jolt seeing your face for the first time
Framed in slim silver, large laptop screen size photo
A typical care filled composition
Brunette, proud as puch five foot five, linked her arm
Through your blue shirt arm, her grin was relief saturated
She had to be a Christian, your family is devout Christian
Appearing 25, she no doubt felt a first sexual encounter
was long overdue
But catered for entirely by God's intention
Anyhow, Aaron, I'm sorry I digress, - you're a busy man
Hence I've never seen you on a Friday when I clean there
You haven't yet moved out of Mom and Dad's s home, it must
make it easier to keep life in order, avoid giving in to urges
1920's movie star you are, in glinted silver screen frame
Minus Charlie Chaplin moustache
Plus ten pounds, giving your face cherubic cuteness
Kewpie eyed expression unphased
jowls harking harmless ventriloquist puppet
Don't be upset
If I described myself it would be similarly unorthodox
Vacuum zooming (according to aggressive motor noise)
I gazed at your lax lipped purple tinged face
- it has to be the most obvious unspoken secret in your family
- Aaron, sweet child of God.
Your world won't have a bar of who you are
Your Mother had just returned to position a large vase
showcasing three dozen orange roses behind your frame
Plus a cellophane covered hamper of high end liquor
God, Aaron - your upbringing has enclosed you
aligned with their strict beliefs
You'll need to put that cellophane over your mouth
Wrap it tight around your heart
- You have a congregation to consider
you'll be alright
Greed: In all things merciful the want and thirst for more and more never
hesitating to build such lust for power devour those who stand in the way of
expensive ivy towers, enchanted by diamonds money is the perfect alliance to be
master of this world.
Vanity: To be above all else with pride firmly at top shelf conceited and gorgeous
to know your worth it time stands still in the presence of greatness the
undisputed the selfish to be catered to because simply put I'm better than you
through and through.
Slander: Disdain when you dirty such a good name so cold and malice to
discredit the very balance a scandal and shame with just a simple slip of the
tongue hysteria has begun, utter nonsense and lies an evil deed done well I'll
see you in hell.
Lying: Is it so wrong to intentionally sale falsehood such a good imposture does
it well to create strife and accuse the innocent with one deceiving statement a
counterfeit and proud of it, fallacious yet deliberate surprisingly with no regret.
Envy: For years I've watched you bath in success and glory with each advantage a
different story gain after gain time and time again as my resentment sets in. To
begrudge all that you have it should be me it's plain to see I'm in total anguish I
long to be in your shoes what It must feel to have it all oh but one day how the
mighty will fall.
Pining: My longing grows daily as my nostalgic desire reaches higher than any
mans worst fire, torment are the days that past with out you vulgar times like
these are indeed none to pleasing how I need your love to rise above yet I waste
away and wait for the moment I can be with you because I love you.
Hope: A satisfactory time it will be when all things awful are washed away so
change can stay in constant spirit to see the end of dismay the fulfillment of such
a day and time would blow the most hardened minds. Expectations are high you
can see it in every ones eyes confidence with in victory such good fortune for the
world to see.
We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow
lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief
ill gotten gain abuse of power narrating our very
existence we knew full well death would follow
going into hostage situations my wearing wires
on my womb was the fetus alive had there been
prenatal care non existence actually being a
confidential human source for the federal bureau
of investigations in America a family of six a daunting
task to be erased aborted soon after the currency
arrived saving only the habitual murderers it seems
witness protection for the arson murderers assasins
hitmen hired to end life the Sammy the bulls
the Calabrese willing to rat out the mere crime
bosses of bosses where women infants
and children vanishes at the Metra trains all aboard
Kenilworth my mind focused on Bozo the clown
The Ray Raynor show WGN broadcasting from Kenilworth
Illinois who are we when the conductor screams
watch your step my thoughts were can you hear my fetus
heart beat can you tell the difference between my heart beat
and the fetus heart beat do you have kids do you think
the sound from the wires is harming my baby amazing
going deep inside hostage situations twenty two cities
from Chicago to north Chicago stopping briefly in lake bluff
train station to install the wires I'm broken I'm scared
I have to swallow fear I have to go on and finish this
retched job bringing corruption organized crime to justice
funny today no it never really ends these bullies lie in
waiting to extort even your American poetry your mental
health journal for gain while you double up on your
survival skills while Klonopin is a safe haven a sanctuary
between therapy sessions prayer is a constant reminder
in many languages last stop poetry central station
keep writing dear we will get through this
Ready for round one...subject, verb, noun...done.
First, you tried to run, so now let's have some fun!
I got the message at the "PUB," when you poured it in my cup.
Now, get a dose of reality. It's time to sober up!
Please don't get it twisted, or allow yourself to get dooped,
Because "I" can go to the "PUB," and "STILL" order up some "SOUP."
When you saw my words, you thought that they looked rather strange.
You wish that you had my range, but you can not adapt to change!
When you studied my style, you should have studied it well.
Though, you were still destined to fail, since your coffin had been nailed.
You have trouble admitting that my style is much greater.
This food for thought is catered, so please don't be a hater!
I am a literary nerd. I play with words you've never heard.
In a one-on-one battle, I "MIGHT" let you come in THIRD.
You won't know what to do, when I am through with you.
I'll treat this competition like the "Taming of the Shrew!"
When it comes to writing rhymes, I am the one who sets the pace.
Those ten acrostic sonnets put a "SMILE" upon your face.
Your chances of beating me keep getting thinner and thinner.
I love to play this game, because "it pays to be a winner!"
I am too strong for you...you can not win...no matter what.
Steel sharpens steel, but my skill will get you cut!
I speak, because THIS is the answer that I seek:
"Were YOU really strong, or was your competition really WEAK?"
YOU patronized "OTHER" poets saying "ALL IN GOOD FUN!"
But, when the tables were turned on you, you, too, just came "UNDONE."
So, now you cry and tell me that you no longer are my friend.
Well, each and everything that begins must also have an "END."
Yes! I have an EGO, and with that there's nothing wrong,
Because, when "I" get slammed "IN PUBLIC," "MY" ego still stays strong!
Remember! This is a test! This is only a TEST!
So, STOP ALL OF YOUR WHINNING and just COME BACK WITH YOUR BEST!