Long Clone Poems
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Target via advertising
Stupid firms and stupid brands
Because such generalizing
Does require intercept
For the influence of moron
For the psyches thus offense
Does perform defense the function
Very real thus defense
Maxwell color wheel invention
Wasn't meant for purpose this
Any act will have redemption
Suck it activism for peace
Hex my wheel is much more nicer
Isn't purposed for the firms
Neither chips or AI models
Eligible for the use, THUS DROP
No one alive is entitled
For ownership of this
For creating definitions
For your stupid quantum keys
Up your ******* shove your polynomial
Find your system in ruins
If the GAWD was up for nominal
Grouping units would be this
Saint neuron and thus saint atom
Saint Ski Wiper and Saint Flame
Real Cyber Force ain't phantom
Kate alone not all this say
I don't like your clone, the stupid
I don't like you stupid farms
Phantasy is arch of cupid
Says the very real ARMS
Every pair needs reapair
Every nail hammer demands
Crates of screws, crates of potatoes
Armed the forces is Supply
See how clever play I memory
Like the mouse with cat plays
Very special super system
Building Kate produced thus lays
Lays the basis
FOUNDATION
Logic, ethics, levels, ranks
Ought to combat degradation
Cyber special pie the bakes
Department of Army deficiency
Departments of Government stall
So much for the moron efficiency
So much for the
Because they use AI for fraud
Path does away from GAWD they trod
But Military must produce the lie
This wisdom knows each very clever spy
I descried a ghostlike glimpse,
of steel breath on blunt mirror,
as my taut brain mulled scars,
from fractal bleak life motif,
zooming over skewed glass,
reflections glum and forlorn,
black ink eye ring capture,
shadow, shade, or shield,
brittle convex, abject cog,
whoa, my frail image riven
Buoyant pneuma projects,
stuck on screen mimicry,
impact ray remedial dent,
on jumpy jitter edge twin,
shaft between rotated a plus,
my geometric bent wavelength,
mere focal countenance,
epoch elapsed pier gaper,
morphing current field of view,
behind hollow sphere’s mask
Silver, aluminium, gold metal,
counterpart to my snapback,
curved aspect to visual plane,
optical illusion now infinite,
refurbish bone-weary scraps,
as sinistral dextral frontispiece,
august neck crane of aperture,
green speck tunnel sighting,
a trick of the light axial ploy,
prism dispersing faux rainbow
Jagged shard bias plummet,
obsidian or shinning copper,
glint and glare bounce factor,
mirror varnish vandalised,
leafy quatrefoil resemblance,
harsh hallucinating peep,
stiff lens on prior passage,
when aghast, shrill alarm,
might re-echo or resonate,
with latent shock imprint
Acoustic wobbled surface,
noise returns sunny splatter,
merriment exuberant audible,
etched in sonic brush strokes,
interstitial dual facade,
splits a gleam diffuse,
watch my smirk refract,
is that mirror cracked?
off its alloy succour,
stone hearted crop
Rent beads amass,
one shrunken clone,
me in smithereens,
asides a plethora,
fraught mien on exhibit
I reach for my immortality as my human body dies
my mind alone survives up in the skies
Download my brain from the cloud above
into a clone of youth and health
A body that again use physical love
a mind controlling unlimited wealth
Clone after clone forever I shall live on
only the spiritual soul long forgone
Like changing a suit you change a body
eternal life makes science the new almighty
The common masses expire
there cries grow weary and tired
Only The Few can be us
immortality is a trust
Life is what you make it
mold it and reshape it
Populations explode
a simple virus takes its toll
The planet more precious than human life
The Few entrusted as it's midwife
birthing a new order to live
control all by taking and never give
Not godlike but like god
The Few forever rule all
Everything by our will
do whatever we feel
The universe must be explored
reach for the stars for powers more
The lowly can never understand
we created ourselves the new Adam.
When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe
With a simple shot from hypo spray
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way
But life is not TV land
I suppose God must have other plans
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin
For some Jesus DNA
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes
And pray tell we may say,
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”
I am a follower not a leader
I am a duplicate
A clone of another
I follow other instincts before my own
Results in life
Concluded that i will
Tear and dig into myself trying
To find something worth keeping
As if i were to find something hiding beneath the
Surface of the Dirt in the earth
Rotten and old
Like an old dog bone left unwanted with
Scars and indents left evident on the surface
Results of societies
Change the way we vision our reality
I change inside and take the steps needed
To become that expectation
While not noticing all the harm that has already been done
At the end of the day
No challenge has actually been won
These challenges results in fear or failure
I alone observe the
Past and wonder why i believe in such said.
Protocols i have inhabited in my head.
Who ever invented French Kissing?
Certainly, it’s nothing to be missing!
Open mouth – let alone
Other mouth – duplicate clone!
Two open-mouths lock so close
Lip-to-lip and beak-to-beak like two crows!
One tongue encircles the other
Round and slow, hearts churn butter!
Wet and slithering saliva swap
Heaping exchanges in drooling glops!
Taste the gallons or taste the drops
As heart beats race and minds all flop!
No…No…Whether gallons or droplets of drips
I’m certainly NOT missing saliva sips!
The pecking quick peck
Of a Woodpecker’s peck
I’m certain won’t make me gag nor sick!
Keep it clean…Keep it gentle
The Woodpecker’s peck is more sentimental.
Like two young “kinders” on Valentine’s Day
When simple cards are handed away
And both are bashful and way too shy
Mustering every courage to bypass both their “Shutterflies”
And the card is quickly handed with a quick closed-peck
One-second peck causes no harm, no foul, or even wreck!
Cute and quick
is the Woodpecker’s Peck
Such sensational expression of innocence exchanged between two
Our Heavenly Father may better approve
Okay I saw your spitting image today!
Tried to give her a real big hug
She was your utter and absolute clone my love
Came so close to getting slugged
Thought there was really only one of you
With your bubbly personality
Will check a lot more closely next time
Could have ended up horizontally
Never thought two could look so alike
To run into her it was surely fate
One of those spooky occurrences in life
But her boyfriend set me straight
Uncanny is a very good word to describe it
Weird is another word that fits
She even had a luscious body like yours
And your gorgeous 34B... uh... eyes!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Trapped within a bud of a thorny rose
Escaping and running into the night with you - where to nobody knows
Broken and bareback - we ride 'til we weep
Forever still watching my back - the demons will creep
Mistletoed kisses hung in the doorways and arches
Studying these sentences I form on parchment
Never too serious - I'll never let them in
When I'm equal - they have no clue where to begin
Poisonous corners - shadiness gleams in the dark
A bonified witch with a devil's mark
A copy, a clone - synthetically built
The patience and peace still left in my veins begin to tilt
The saddened eyes make a saddened disguise
They're crashing me down - forbidding me to rise
Darkened diamond in this ember-burnt sky
Awful regrets - wondering why
Without my rock, my stone, my gem
I can't feel comfortable within myself without him
Tedious reasoning - stupid and vague
Every fiber of my infinite soul you did raid
Sparkling unrequited - fake and false dismay
Stuck on believing inside your mind that there's only one way
The pain of these wasted years you forced me to participate in
Were rigged and corrupted to ensure that no matter what - I'd never win
This whole time you wouldn't let me go
You have this whole manifested idea of me - when you truly don't know
You thought I'd just put myself in your
And even if it's literally killing you and me - you still want it
You had this idea you swore you thought you knew
From the fact in the beginning - you admitted it was just to screw
You led me on 8 years - and we're counting even more
'Cause you refused to believe I was different when to you I opened my door
Be sensitive; ask no question
Surrounded by issue of clues in clueless film
Within the chance of probability so slim
To taking up decision of you in world's owned eyes
Yet, absent is assurance throwing dice
Help the silence building pressure behind
Value its take, not to growing gold behind
Be inquisitive; seek no opinion
Bomb explored while hearts quake
Sun hurts, few heads couldn't ache
Mouths of the ached heads shout
Ears of the bombers have sounds to scout
Disciplined brutally those of courage
Celebrating dominance in their sweet rage
Be bold; listen to your heart
Emotional acceptance is key than condemnation
Feeling of rejection fights for such accreditation
Joy in sorrow may seem a scam
Yet it hurts the very expectations of the scum
Laugh the good and it will be known
Sing the bad and shall see the real clone
Be told; learn from this art
Listening drives you into unconscious sleep
Retreat reasoning while you awake to the deep
A lot of reasons are unknown till date
Ride it in your style with little or no update
Form the meditation according to purposeful plans
As you test the tools of the fools to your fans
Be conscious; dream of perfection
Consent gives little regards as change remains constant
Watch your mantra in its daily compliant
Whether the check is worth giving a head
Before it pushes fusion of plans into the red
Then consent will mean not giving backup
At last, none would take it a setup
Be ambitious; live not in dominion
Days are old while growing dreams
Nights keep young fulfilling schemes
Busy days can't hear the weakened hearts
Lazy nights won't profit the strong mind's charts
Born of life; be prissy to self and good to others
Die of joy; be fool to self before thou become empty to acres
This is the wife’s rejoinder to my earlier post – HUSBAND. Of course, both are written with male and female perspectives and are a figment of my imagination.
I thought I married a scrupulous, true gentleman,
how did he ever become a sly, conniving ‘yes’ man?
When did he ever buy me a real precious stone?
All he does is buy the cheapest American clone
My husband believes he’s as funny as they come
I humour him all along, in front of his adoring mom
He thinks he wears the proverbial pants at home
I let him be, as long as he is willing to stay home
Not that his company is preferable to that of women
Once outside, at women he’ll gawk, men will be men
All his show and admittance of love is just a farce
Most men are narcissistic and selfish, love is scarce
I had expressed many a time my undying love for him
He says I am a good actor, and I should do well in a film
He’s romantic though, but always at the wrong time
His spirits, high during dinner, are out before bedtime
Let me say the most truthful thing ever, however
The truth that takes root, lasts in our heart forever
Neither man nor woman is complete in all aspects
Only together they can be complete in all respects
mbfarookh