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Young Timmy procured a small lacertilian,
Envisioning quite a grand master reptilian.
It sat on the culinary table in state,
Gulping down the cheap scraps put on its plate.
The reptile expanded twelve inches a day,
And kicked the poor terrified house cat away.
It swallowed a massive, hand-kneaded loaf—
He’s a beast now, no longer a pet or an oaf.
Timmy watched while adjusting his neon-green cap.
It sprouted a pair of scaly wings,
Obscuring the view of all municipal things.
It perched on the roof of the family sedan,
And exhaled a smoke that choked the whole clan.
The populace panicked and called for the mayor,
While Timmy was grooming his saurian’s hair.
"He lacks any malice," the youngster asserted,
"He merely requires a land more deserted."
The city’s high leaders decreed it was best,
To kick the whole mess out into the west;
Now Timmy, astride his draconian prize,
Is roasting the cows on the pastoral highs.
Epilogue
The western frontier is now completely ablaze,
Obscured by a thick and administrative haze.
The boy and his beast have established a state,
Revising the regional tax structure rate.
The local department of wildlife agrees,
The dragon can nest wherever he please.
They manage the landscape with ultimate power,
Extracting a bureaucratic fee by the hour.
Lost in gravity’s pull, unleashing are iniquitous racing rot,
obscure entities rush through, connecting the dots
pilfering, extracting inventory, my intestines in knots
distant incense fumes a conscious canopy, petals wafting open-air,
I sense an antediluvian forest, aflame, circling there
Gazebo’s trapezoid holds captive, naked, probed and jarred
A sceptic- doubting Thomas vanishing, broken in shards
fragments of glass banishing, misfit mosaic alters as prey
Trembling colors my core stripping to bone greys,
stumbling over intercranial eddies, whispering “This is not an SOS fortess”
I lift my listless body from off the whitened Kalli bench rest,
mustering up brawn to leave this camouflaged spaceship
gaining is the exotic and final trip
escaping shades of jade and eschewing a repetitive rot
at last, rejoining the existing world’s ongoing ellipsis—living dot dot dot
Let me share with you a shrilling moment, one I dreaded most. 'Twas another beautiful summer day, and a visiting day, at the beach steps away, the Lake Shrine. The layout an inexplicable charm, monks in saffron and garnet tinted robes draping each body, had welcomed me. I must have been aligned with the stratospheric, a nefarious nebula inside the meditation gazebo, I thought inviting and safe. Past mistakes had laid heavy in this dome, this world a jungle, pent up nerves generated, nerves stretched taut. The line inked about intercranial eddies who seemed to have spoken to me, was most difficult to pen. As a child hungry for the opaque curtains of mystery to be drawn, in which 'lamplights strange to these eyes', within my late-night shadowy bedroom, appeared. As an adult I seek answers, therefore removing the line. I’ve always been entertained by mind's photograph, I reflect upon.
The Gazebo
I Am Anaya
2/22/26
Viral rabidity
dark depression closes in
egocentric
and economic
claustrophobic feelings
against overpopulated sick inhumanity,
competing ravenous clans
overwhelming individual rights
opportunities
health
autonomously-held capital wealth.
And then violently
politically explodes
internally devouring,
pregnancy rates collapsing,
eating
and extracting
and divesting,
abusing and neglecting
our young
and old,
disabled
and vulnerably weak.
Global climate health crises
close in ego-sequestration
rumination
recusing ourselves from communication,
away from cooperative investment,
sharing touch and breath,
remembering what makes our hearts race
and slowly grow too quiet
And then non-violently explode
restoring peace of ease,
setting aside retributive justice against disease
as a secondary effect
of ecological healthy relationships
predicting unprecedented theological wealthy compassion
for Earth's global interdependent analogical climates
optimizing resilient organic wealth
of Earth's most resonant health.
Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!
Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed destruction
expects at least one rotten tomato,
or "mother's petrified pop slop,
electronic brickbats, et cetera
hard as(s) bupkis targeting yours truly
smack dab rendering aspiring po'
wit smashing me face
courtesy final deathblow,
while pilloried vainly
waiting for... Godot,
cuz I must say impeachment travesty
appears triumphantly trumped,
where Nancy Pelosi will eat crow
proving Hillary Clinton's catchphrase
basket of deplorables apropos
aforementioned speaker of the house
tin pot dictatorial desperado
scuttling hither and yon to and fro
oddly enough even staking out
manhunt for Wizard of Oz
enlisting (right on the Dot) doggone toto
tense seat of pants increasing
stiff competition on all faux pas,
whereby freezeframe tableaux
icy (I see) as temperatures
dip down into five below
analogous to stop motion
projector manned by bonobo
sports petsmart stuff and struts
(think shock absorbed) ditto
Ringling Bros and Barnum
& Bailey Circus, where ma's yoyo
tricks, tracks, and trumps...
three ringed circus, nonetheless
(toe) nail biting suspense
amazingly graceful slick cameo
starring emperor donning
invisible new clothes
couture well worn portfolio
prosecutorial cadres itching
to dredge schmutz (quad) drilling,
and extracting ore region null
evidence upending forefathers status quo
appearing impressive bandying
sine qua non quid pro quo bingo
emphatic pedantic Latin Oh
though above named
language dead - Anglo
Saxon heavily and
will (yum) doth barr row,
especially to appear self important
those of the Senate
does saul full bellow.
I got my first Presidential Alert today
Did you
too?
It was alarming
near the middle of the afternoon
to receive this reminder,
He's still President?
Watch out!
As a candidate
he promised us he would do nothing
to improve our weather
and, in fact,
would strongly support Business As Usual
so we could plan on even more severe subclimates
of internal and external pathology--
bilateral climate anxiety
works competitively both ways.
Severe Presidential Alerts
are alarming
but probably necessary acknowledgement
the WhiteHouse denies human contribution
to causing severe climatic harm
and thereby perhaps hopes to avoid expensive global reparations,
responsible repairs
reforesting
un-desertification liabilities,
reinvestments in non-violent health care giving
and receiving with all mattered lives
Now green death shattered by severe climate necessities
of ultra-violet Presidential Alerts
Watch out!
Patriarchal grabbing and transparent extracting,
squeezing and penetrating pain
at Presidential work
against health and love
of future sacred mattered Lives
of Earth herself.
BECAREFUL WITH INSTALLING
XBOX SYSTEMS TO SMART
TVS HACKERS ARE WAITING
TO HACK INTO YOUR WIFI
HACKING INTO EMAILS SAD
PLACE THE BEST THING IS
TO TO BUY THE ORIGINAL
BALLY MS PAC MAN THEY
DO NOT NEED A WIFI ACCOUNT
MY TV EXPLODED MY
GRANDSON IN TEARS AS
CORRUPTION TERRORISES
US ONCE AGAIN DATA
BREACHES ON 7 YEAR OLD
CHILDREN VERY SCARY I AM
NOW STUCK ON A BREATHING
MACHINE PANIC ATTACKS IN
MY SLEEP I CAN ACTUALLY HEAR
STALKERS HACKER EXTRACTING
DATA FROM MY BRAIN THERE
ARE TIMES I FORCE MYSELF
TO ENTER CAVES UNDER THE
MOUNTAINS OF ISREAL I AM
SURROUNDED BY KINGS OF
JERUSALEM I FEEL SAFE AWAY
FROM STALKERS DOMESTIC
TERRORISTS FEAR AND PANIC
MY HEART IS QUITE ENLARGED
AGAIN CHEST HURT RIBS SWOLLEN
AS MY ANXIETY REACHES AN
ODD POINT KNOW THESE KILLERS
WERE DESPERATE ENOUGH TO
HACK MY GRANDSONS VIDEO
GAME SYSTEM ALLAH ARKBAR
ONLY ISIS TERRORISTS WOULD
ATTACK A 7 TEAR OLDS XBOX
FOR SPORT LEAVING THREATS
KILLED IN ACTION PRISONER OF WAR
P.O.W K.I.A BY AN XBOX GAME U.S.A
CORRUPTION FEASTING ON VIETNAM
VETERAN AND THIER FAMILIES
COMPLETE TERROR IN AMERICA
TWISTED THREATS INVASION OF
PRIVACY SEVERE CIVIL RIGHTS
BREACH LAWLESSNESS CARRIED
OUT ON A VIDEO GAME SYSTEM
HOW SAFE ARE WE HERE
VULNERABLE TO HACKERS
BULLIES IDENTITY THIEVES
On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks,
In fecund soil and in lush green plantations,
Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky.
They are benevolent palms at the service of generations.
A coconut tree is a marvel of creation, every part of it can be used.
Its umbrella like crown of leaves shades us from sun.
Its circular, heavy cluster of fruits enrich our bodies.
From coconut husks, coir mats and ropes are spun.
The milk-white kernel inside the coconut shell,
Is used in curries, cookies and for extracting oil.
The water inside is a healthy, delicious drink.
Its vast net work of labyrinthine roots holds the loose soil.
Its sturdy trunk is used as a support for anchoring small boats.
Coconut shells in the hands of a craftsman turn into attractive curios.
Palm fronds are used for thatching small hovels and sheds.
Thus, from foot to crown, its uses and charms are various.
If one is stressed, it is therapeutic to de-husk a coconut.
It is a fine exercise and an ideal way to de-stress.
If angry with some one and wish to tear him limb by limb,
Break a coconut and it will take away all your noxious distress.
Still if you don’t feel comfortable and are with tingling nerves,
Scrape a coconut bit by bit and by the time you finish,
All your anger must have slowly gone as steam into air,
And in course of time, you will see it thoroughly vanish!
Cutting deeper
to the core
words on
a chopping block
drawn in
by your pen
Extracting blood
from one's
deepest cavern
you drew the blade;
Inside I hear
sheets of rain
falling down
my walls
As you
dagger n’ pierce
my heart,
I run away clean
Duality ….
Is the deepest wound
Venom
In your mouth
black as poison
As you silently
twist and jeer
torturing slowly
without emotion
or feeling
My I love u’s disappear
in one act
It’s a cursed emotion;
Now take your bow
as the curtains
falls heavy,
Words of hate
leave an awful scar
The aftertaste
of deceit
Peel off that
Thespis mask
And leave
my stage
I heard an angel the other night from deep inside my heart
she sifted through my senses
like liquid light
It was an auditory worship
of the most beautiful kind
like the sounding of a cymbal,
from somewhere deep inside
Extracting me from worldly woes,
clairaudient delight
totality of soul with tenderized confide
A tethered sound of wings
fluttered through my mind,
and just before I fell asleep, she harked from deep inside
I hear your thoughts, I know your heart
I am your counterpart
Feel free to roam inside this fluid gate,
until your netherworld abates.
The energy from the sun makes me drunk
The energy from the sun is laced with white rum
It’s like grapes running on the vine filling the distillery
with several barrel of wine and choking the pipes.
The energy from the sun makes me drunk
It weakens my legs, robs me of my sleep
and purge the sweat out of me,
leaving my body soaking wet
while I am gasping for breath
The space inside is warm and
temperature around me is mounting
up to the skies
and the fire ball is rolling its eyes.
I am struggling to get things done
For the energy from the sun is
Is pulling weapons and guns
It is extracting the substance from me
and scattering it all over the sea.
The earth is overwhelmed and the
galaxy is running out of time
for the sun and the moon to come in line
the pressure in the earth cannot bear
the universe weight, and so it affixes itself to man
to foster the burden of the land.
I woke up this morning and a strange energy
was moving around the town and something divine was
keeping me alive, it is a strange force that I have
never felt before and it keeps moving from shore to shore.
When it will end, I cannot tell but
Something must be done
or you will all melt in the sun.
The burning bush you can see
but you cannot empty the ocean or the sea
where there is smoke there is fire and
the sacrifice is waiting at the altar.
The energy from the sun is warm
The energy from the sun hits you before dawn
The submarine is at the bottom of the sea
And a two-thousand-pound bomb is waiting for thee.
It’s going to be piercing hot,
you have got to empty the parking lot
the energy from the sun is stroking the ground
the energy from the sun is moving around.