Long Cryogenic Poems

Who is/was Jamie Ashworth?

Written roundabout October 31st 2017,
yet nary a handy dandy blue's clue
Jimmy Neutron Spongebob SquarePants
exists about real or imagined 
gal in question, and presumed results 
regarding the gal in question
acquiring titular role of...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of...

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Saskatchewan’s Breath !!!

Comes on days that are long, steely and very cold.
It comes on winds that are strong, steady and bold.
Majestic little ladies try standing erect, against Saskatchewan’s breath
in their fragile, Autumn colours of golds,...

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Twenty fifth of December, three thousand and four
and already I'm down in the dumps
we're round at the neighbour's via tubes that save labour
propelled by some hydraulic pumps.
We've exchanged all our presents and got them unwrapped
once...

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The simplest of starts,
A decade of revolution,
When paternity and guidance drifted apart,
With leather jacket banners marked my breakout social intrusion,
To replace the sorrowful suits and camo bandannas,
Loathing the silver idols lining the streets peddling their...

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I think you are thinking how i could not make a big cut 
And become a power wielding politicians though 
I have a blade like tongue and a mind like a cauldron 
Boiling leads and...

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The queue was long, fifty or so,
Spacesuits donned, ready to go.
With wife and son, of ten years old
We await our journey to unfold.

Earths orbit was good, the moon even better,
But Mars signifies the true jet...

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Once the dark of dilated pupils eclipsed my saffron sanguine irises,
Sucking the luminescent astral soma as does a tonsil to a virus.

A face of a phantom doth float in the folds of the frigid night,
Scowling...

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Where have all my years gone?
there I was a mere young twenty-.one
now in a moment it seems 50 years gone
here grey haired bones ache nothing won

I've no memory of these lost years
they are frozen stiff...

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watching the politician’s dick get
bigger as he
proclaims that
he’s got more money than 
mr. hope & change,
WOW---who would have thought
that a business tycoon who came to
our eyes,
based on the fact that he had a lot of...

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In stygian depths, 
a specter swims,
descendant of Great Cthulhu 
and Leviathan.
For eight hundred years in 
caverns deep, beneath 
stygian black waters,
his cryogenic sleep’s,
disturbed by
fracked-cracks
in Gaia’s core.
now he rests in peace,
no more.

No ordinary Cthulhu
now is this,
no...

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Embryos sing saddle-sore sonatas, beneath 
the despot eaves of chromium skies, reflecting 
black light down upon the harbours where 
ambition claws the air and slowly dies; and 
nighthawks scream a siren song of sadness, for...

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society has forsaken me to an exiling loneliness as i become someone no one understands, unnerving memories seize the enzymes pouring forth nightmares from corrupted pineal glands, destiny leads me to the earths sacred lands,...

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*For Matt's How to Build a Spaceship Contest



How do we create an airship that soars?
The answer was Roswell’s, but it could be yours

Make the long trek to Area 51
To find secrets that lie beyond our...

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The eyes appeared icy and confusing
the warm ocean lies beyond sight
words with wings arising out of waves
they soar into my heart slowly
under a lot of dead hope, they find one alive
and teach it how to...

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Settles arcane dust upon what we possessed, 
Putting to bed with frosted sleep the wish fulfilment lure; 
Cryogenic breeds the process, craft of freezing living tissue, 
Anticipates the thaw, regenerates the pale obscure. 
Vision alights,...

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Trying to imagine

And then have to contextualize 

If it was to be in fact possible 

Being able to or possess the ability

To cryogenically freeze

And so preserve myself

After my actual death

I was medically pronounced dead

Then what...

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Psychedelic reinhancements
Of the way we thought we once were
Semi-fractured infrastructure
Can it be fixed, is there a cure
Glowing in the dark, in central park
We gather for you to prove
Cryogenic radiation, plain as day
Yet still cannot move

Take...

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THE ROOM IN THE MOUNTAIN

At the base of the mountain rests a massive six-foot thick steel door that hides so many secrets behind the cold metal.

Built in the dying days of the 20th century this...

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Her anger blows 
frigid, like Arctic wind
Tears of hostile disposition flows 
bosom lethal — 
Pulmonary liquid nitrogen

Acrimonious breath
expel serrated exclamations
Jagged exhalation
feels like six below death
Such an icy sensation

Formaldehyde intimation,
cadaver cold pulsation

Got a cryogenic nature
that resides
in...

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Deep November,
a shallow time, nonetheless.
The snow is high packed with a cryogenic
amnesia.
Not yet dawn,
a sunken bed
muffles rising thoughts.
An eyelash of cognizance
flits across
thawing synapses.
Then the elastic nature
of sleep and wakefulness
snap alive!
November is howling still,
like a stray...

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The claret globe it fills the sky
for landing time will soon draw nigh.
Now wake from cryogenic sleep
those who Earth's promises must keep,
our sixteen finest, bright and bold
to set red planet's first threshold.
For their tasks, specially...

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Cutting steel to finalize this fabic 
Emotional rollercoast revealed
Time, space, and money cause a panic
What coursing accidents sent concealed
And left me reeling to feel

So many thoughts striking against grain
To convert an obscene normality
And cast judgment...

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Red lights flash on Canary Comm
  Ice 9 warning once again
To stay or fly not serious
  Who can avoid the cryogenic madness?

Most carry on Ice 9 inside
  Like DNA or something drives...

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Death shrouds each
ancillary moment
Pain lashed without reason
A blind game against the sun

Humans turn against dirt
Where they search
Thoughtless configuration
My sense
Of cryogenic soul hovering

Imbuing fluids, mystery without expression
And creasing against
The wind of ideas
My only source of direction

When...

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