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How evil is this society,
for telling the truth,
that it will jeopardize your entire life and
others that are around you.
How many more lions must die
at the hands of the evildoers?
Memories fades away,
as the wind carries it
in her belly.
How evil is this society,
who deceives us, and still believe their words to be true.
Always be vigilant when it comes down to their experts,
those who's altering our cells on a cellular level.
How much more distortion and genocide we must go through,
as the train tracks leaves it tracks in the sky.
How evil is this society,
that will debar and exile you, just
because you didn't fit the criteria.
Be proud of your roots.
How evil is this society,
that will poison the food on purpose
and proceed to give you their benefits,
just so you can kill yourself and your seeds.
How evil is this society,
that will target a specific Topo2,
destroy the ubiquitous enzymes in all
branches of life within the body,
leaving you lifeless.
How evil is this society,
who done high jacked our DNA
through a cell cycle regulation,
causing induction of DNA damage
and DNA repair.
Forming harmful mutations,
modifying you into a
mutant ninja turtle.
How evil is this society,
to change a musical tune pitch,
throwing off its frequency, as it
brings disharmony to the listener ears,
rearranging the behavior patterns
within the individual,
to cause a chain of chemical reactions,
wiping out the original
chemical structure, as it
disentangling the superhelicity.
How evil is this society...
This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide
The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam
Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day
The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up really big
Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever
Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found
It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face
This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
November 2025
Yeah...
Mmm... yeah, yeah...
Time’s ticking, I can feel it in my mind...
We all just tryna make it, right?
Don’t be selfish, don’t let pride be your guide,
Life’s a crazy ride, buckle up inside.
I seen too many fall, never get revived,
They ain’t get the help they needed, now they ghosted in the night.
If you knew the truth, man, you’d be terrified,
Like how the pyramids got built, it’s still undefined.
Are we really the only ones alive?
Or is there somethin’ cosmic in our bloodlines?
Keep goin’ even when it hurts inside,
Keep fightin’ when the devil’s on your line.
Don’t stop now, you can’t rewind,
Life’s a story — don’t end at chapter nine.
Yeah, we’re all livin’ on borrowed time,
Tryna make sense of the grand design.
Some days I shine, some days I cry,
But I’ma keep goin’, can’t press rewind.
Yeah, yeah…
We’re all livin’ on borrowed time.
If it’s truth you want, dive deep for pearls,
Or go find love, go find that girl.
Enjoy the moment, even if you hurl,
‘Cause when it’s gone, it’s gone — that’s the swirl.
Endless hills, man, it’s hard to climb,
But the sun gon’ rise, just give it time.
You can’t win a race against time,
So make it count while you’re still alive.
Molecules and enzymes, we just tryna define,
What’s the meaning of this life?
Every second closer to the deadline,
I just hope my soul aligns.
Some say time is money,
But I think time’s divine.
Yeah, we’re all livin’ on borrowed time,
Tryna make sense of the grand design.
Sometimes it’s cold, sometimes it’s fine,
Sometimes we break, sometimes we shine.
Yeah, yeah...
We’re all livin’ on borrowed time.
So find a friend before the end,
Don’t fake love, just make amends.
Life’s a gem, don’t let it bend,
Seen it happen time and time again.
This my message, hope it lands right,
Time is precious — live your best life.
Yeah... can’t outrun the sands of time...
But we can still shine...
Phosphorus sugar
It’s glowing in the water
Supporting all life
All will be coming from what we start now
That walks the earth and the ground which we plow
Continuing mission that cannot end
Getting from all we receive and we send
Core, mantle, crust, valleys, mountains, and seas
Gales, hurricanes, tornadoes, a slight breeze
Gold, platinum, diamonds, palladium
Coal, natural gas, and petroleum
Algebra, variables, equations
Trigonometry, sines, calculations
Axes, X and Y, how steep is the slope?
Tomorrow and after, do we have hope?
Temperature, pressure, volume, changes
Atmosphere, stratosphere, domains, ranges
Cooperation, mutual trust, peace
Growing and living, we can’t let them cease
Government, politics, all of the laws
Contracts, obligations, no escape clause
Tilling, planting, for a very big crop
Abundance supply, I think we will stop
Phosphorus sugar
It’s glowing in the water
Supporting all life
A chance for eternity is at stake.
Life is too important to make a mistake.
Some try to get rich playing the lottery,
Odds are against them, but they play merrily.
Some think we are a product of natural selection,
Enzymes and molecules, in some random collection.
Trillions to one, against it, yet they still believe,
A Designer with a purpose, too hard to conceive.
Our life is too important, to risk it on the odds,
It's actually more intelligent, to believe in God.
Life, comes from life, not some chance of fate,
Trusting in an organic soup, isn't that, blind faith?
Life's not a game of chance, we all have a choice.
Believe in our maker, and make him rejoice.
The ridiculers laugh and scoff, but they are rolling the dice,
With the odds against them, they are betting their life.
John Derek Hamilton October 15,2015
Sugar is so sweet!
Pale light shines through the liquid
Sweet as it can be!
Transcription of messages here we go
All that we can see and all that we know
Gazing at objects all both near and far
Comets, planets, all orbiting a star
Answers, questions, and all that we can say
Totaling quite a huge number today
Can we?, Can’t we?, it remains to be seen
Gone past and future, and all in between
Granite, marble, hard things are all around
Coins, silver, copper, if they can be found
Talking, yelling, to say it all out loud
Ascending up from the ground to the cloud
Adding, subtracting, what’s the total here?
Tallying all that we both love and fear
Girls and boys, men and women, young and old
Can they behave? Can they do what they’re told
Co-inhabiting, poverty and wealth
Growing in illness, as well as in health
Tempest, all the works by William Shakespeare
All’s well that ends well; I think we’ll stop here
Sugar is so sweet!
Pale light shines through the liquid
Sweet as it can be!
The building blocks of all living matter
No dear, not for your sympathies to earn,
Nor yet that your attention can I draw,
Just as helpless infants are apt to do,
True, facing you helpless I’ve often felt.
Tears cause in me no butterflies of love,
Nor trigger love-bonds flowing well within,
Should ye so wish, check chemicules therein,
Check enzymes and lipids if so to prove,
Or if electrolytes are duly dealt,
Tears of emotion show more protein too,
Making them viscose more, on skin to claw,
No, tears are not shed by me— one lovelorn.
Nor yet my dear, crocodile tears are shed,
Oh, just so that my dry eyes moist are made.
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Chemicules: short for chemical molecules
A man cries the night before, and his wife wants to know why. After ruling out all her false conjectures as to why he cried, he gives the true reason: He suffered from glaucoma, and his eyes tended to weaken more due to dryness. And he tries crying sometimes to moisturize his eyes.
This sonnet might appear rhyme-less on a casual look. But it has a mirror-like symmetry— the first six lines rhyme with the next six, followed by a Volta in the form of a couplet.
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Sonnets (Humour) | 20.03.2017 |
In the quiet cathedral of the cell
where spirals of instruction hum like prayer,
we release our smallest surgeons—
bright motes of intention,
no larger than a whisper.
They enter like starlight through the bloodstream,
sailing red rivers and branching veins,
reading the language of damage
written in torn proteins,
misfolded memories,
and broken code.
They know where to go.
To the scar that never healed.
To the joint that burns like rusted hinges.
To the neuron dimming at the edge of forgetting.
To the tumor that learned the wrong grammar of life.
They listen for chemical distress calls,
follow heat and inflammation,
dock at the gates of injured cells
like astronomers landing on wounded planets.
They carry medicine on their backs—
enzymes, repair kits, gene editors,
anti-inflammatory lullabies,
painkillers measured in mercy.
They stitch torn membranes.
Sweep plaque from arteries.
Clear debris from synapses.
Coach mitochondria back into motion.
Rewrite errors before disease can speak its name.
And pain—
pain becomes a signal, not a sentence.
A flare, not a verdict.
The nanobots cradle the nerve,
dampen the scream,
teach the body how to breathe again.
They work in millions,
in quiet cooperation,
never tiring,
never forgetting their task.
And when the work is done,
when the cell stands whole again,
when inflammation lowers its flag,
they unlock their final instruction:
Dissolve.
Some exit through the kidneys
as harmless mineral ghosts.
Some are reclaimed by the liver
and folded back into chemistry.
Some simply disassemble,
returning to atoms and silence.
No scars.
No residue.
No trace but health.
This is not conquest of nature—
this is partnership.
This is learning the alphabet of the body
and writing it more gently.
Longer lives.
Stronger hearts.
Clearer minds.
Less suffering.
More time.
We are not replacing the human story.
We are editing its tragedy.
And in the bloodstream tonight,
a billion tiny physicians
are already on their way.
The timing of the word `blessing'
missteps,
trips over minute and hour hands.
The unwelcome must leave a note
on an open door and slip away.
There are no apologies
only shelved claw marks.
The infant is smuggled away,
snuggled into an older bosom.
She writes: I need to name you.
The name I gave you
before you disappeared inside my eyes
seems all wrong now.
The letters were enzymes in a Petri dish.
Later I could see clumps of words
coagulating,
but now I cannot speak them.
Long ago “it" was your name.
now everything goes quiet inside me.
I have been sewing tight a womb
made of long-evening shadows.
I feel less confined,
more blessed by the flavor of you.
The blessing.
Perhaps the greatest failure of all time
occurred in the last 100 years,
with no fanfare or remorse
and little discussion in high places.
The possibility for the human race
to raise itself with better health
and longer life has been squandered,
by destructive behavior and ignorance.
People have fallen into a state,
where false social media posts
and advertisements
change opinions and behavior.
Stupor prevails on couches and chairs,
during long evenings in front of cell phones and TV’s,
full of senseless dialog and flirtation,
with advertising designed to corrupt.
The next day is different for these electronic novitiates,
who eat and buy what they’re told,
without regard for impact on health
or how it affects longevity.
A desire for processed and fast foods
reaches a peak following clever advertisements,
and bodies are assaulted with sugar and chemicals
void of fiber, enzymes and vitamins.
Tobacco, alcohol and other destructive products
fill shopping carts and shorten lives,
while pharmacies pump out high priced counter measures,
in an effort to reverse the tragedy.
Lifespans are shortened by this stupor,
and no one seems to care,
as weight increases and mental health decreases
to the masses sitting in front of screens.
This colossal failure will be recorded
in history books someday.
Children will ask how it happened,
and no one will have an answer.