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What will we do, how bad will this get?
Are we up for the task, is our future now set?
Will this virus be the end, will it spark a new beginning?
How will mankind play, the bottom of the ninth inning?
Over population was bound to take its toll.
It's time we come together, we all have one common goal.
We need to figure this out, this is where we reside.
This planet is our home, we can't let it die.
The media controls our hopes and they also control our fears.
They can build us up or they can knock us down in tears.
We need common sense and truth, proper guidance in this new time.
We now have before us, a new mountain to climb.
When you have nobody
you have somebody and
that somebody is
yourself.
Because you’re
all you’ve got.
So why need
anybody?
Anybody being nobody.
Nobody being somebody.
Somebody being anybody.
Somebody. Somebody. Somebody.
Nobody. Nobody. Nobody.
Anybody. Anybody. Anybody.
Does anybody
understand why
the I feel
like a nobody?
Even though
deep down I know
I’m somebody.
Or maybe I’m nobody.
Or maybe I’m everybody
all at once.
I’d have to be
everybody since
I feel everything.
Everything is nothing.
Nothing is everything
all at once.
Everything. Everything. Everything.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
I’m an everybody that
feels like a nobody that
misses a somebody and
that somebody is a
nobody.
And that
nobody is
myself.
I miss myself. I miss myself. I miss myself.
Who am I?
Can anybody
answer the damn
question?
No,
I have to
figure it
out for
myself.
By myself. By myself. By myself.
Myself being me.
Me being selfish.
Selfish for expecting an answer.
Selfish for asking the question.
Questioning questions.
Answering answers.
Answer me this:
What became of the
boy with the cardboard
heart?
Simple:
He folded in on
himself when he realized
that having somebody meant
he’d be nobody because that
somebody made him feel warm.
Warm being hot.
Hot being cold.
Cold being the boy -
Hot, melting cold.
Heartbreak.
Broken heart.
Caught on fire.
Death! Death! Death!
Nothing, Everything
Everything, Nothing
All. At. Once.
I do not feel comfortable
Why does the elevator move so slowly
The light flashes ... the fourth floor
Out in the gloomy hall that appears
My mind is racing with impatient thoughts
In all its decay
a whisper among the other sounds of the night
Mystery casts shadows
The shadows of the past
may have roots far back
Eyes that see things that does not exist
Maybe I should not listen to old stories
I can still turn ... ("chicken")
even though it is madness
The back room - behind reality
A door that leads to nowhere
just a handful of dust under the sky
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13.09.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
342.
The Air of Amihan
Oh Sanggre Amihan, Keeper of the Jewel of Air
Give me the heart of affection & care
Affection for those who deserve mercy
Care for those who are feeling lonely
Impart to me the steadfast heart of Lireo
To stand up against the vileness of foe
Just like the air of life – let me surpass & endure
The calamities & trials that are always there for sure
Being the mother figure among the four fairies
Your arms serve as refuge from all miseries
The touch of your zephyr – oh soothe my burdened heart
Do not allow vexations to set us apart!
-02/24/2015
(Dumarao)
*Superhero Collection
The bubble is bound to burst
before long; therefore at least
A gondola you should opt for
For letting loose your emotions
Loaded with almost all oceans
Curved currents and foams
Potential fear amidst delight
and excitement; your sights
blurred by beauty that roams
along the edges of the figure
Flooding your whole existence
Mopping off all distance
Of time and space in braincase
Only the embrace, you write
and replace, the lips and face
In cloud base and fireplace
In cold case and in a horse race
Mewing wooing cooing
Howling, growling, prowling.
Doing, undoing and redoing
Life is never a straight line
Bland canned and flatland
It's waist band and dreamland
Fascinating woodland
Crescent and fluorescent
Incessantly effervescent
So no monochrome of woe
No saying always not and no
Instead, the bugle of gusto
In the meadow with a rainbow
Always the wonderful gun
In your lovely hair-bun
___________________
18 September 2025
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The Development of
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
Story by Stem and Kirch Fortissimo
Ensembles of the
Powerful Sounds of Musicians
(Masters of there Crafts)
Professors Pernis Ptilorhynchus and Professor Falco Apivorus
Formed the "Minion" a Non for profit charity for
the interest of Honey Lovers throughout the world.
They often warned people of the differences between
honey for people(consumers): honey that's toxic.
The Professor warned many people to be aware of
the evil : Doctor Trigona Hypogea,: who's villanous brew
consists of a process meat from dead animals, which they
then mix with sugary plant products to create a sweet
substance that resembles honey. Curses! Curses! spoke
one member of "the Minion" who strokes the ego of both
Professors.While there's no definitive proof of it being toxic,
the idea of consuming honey derived from rotting meat is
generally unpalatable to most people.
One day darning a recessionary period in human history
when funds and moral had ran low, both professors sough
funding to continue there work. They were up right and honest, but they couldn't achieve there goals and were doomed to dismantle.
Then evil came upon them, a shadowy figure
appeared before them, asking them to sell there soul to him
might he fund there projects. They refused him . Professor
Apivorus needed more from this person and went to see him at
a place called Bingo Mountain. A place were lavender and flowers were
grow to attract bees of all kinds. The Shadowy figure told the Professor he'd help him as long as he was fair, and kind. Asking why he's used those words the Shadowey Figure just said "as sweet as necaters is to the bee: honey is sweet to the man who admires it's taste: the sweet sticky things!"
The Professor told him I know you use corn syurp in your product
challenging all sacred honey producers to speak ill of you.
YET HE STANDS BEFORE HIM
AS CHAMPION.
WITH TALUS IN HAND.
BEFORE ME HE ACCEPTS THE CHALLENGE
OF A MAN WHO IS SUPERIOR AND MORE
REFINED.
I SHALL HAVE THE TALUS AND THE WOMEN OF
THIS PLACE SHALL WISH ME THE FATHER
OF THEIR CHILDREN.
THAN SHALL YOU EVALUATE THE RISK OF
NOT HAVING THE TALUS
OR SHALL YOU IMPROVE YOUR SKILLS TO MATCH MINE
THAT I'M SUPERIOR
THE NEED FOR CHANGE BRINGS POSSIBLITIES
FOR COUPLING
THE TALUS SHALL HAVE ME CHAMPION
AND CERTAIN WOMAN SHALL WANT ME
FOR THOSE REASON
THE OTHERS THAN SHALL I FIGURE OUT WHY
AS THESE CERTAINS POLISH AWAY THE FILTH OF YOUR PERSON
THEN I SHALL POSSES THE TALUS AND BE GREATEST
A wise elm tree of branches sprout out
To a lovely painted sky in a mass of clouds.
Treasures granted to surprise in no doubt
Carnaging every figure it endures and allows.
Freeing the birds grip of the electric wire
And easing a great love that you conspire.
How many more were there to forecast?
Though these were the things that passed.
The pretty girl of lace
And her intruding pace,
Cowers and lovingly completes her task
Covering an adorning face under that mask.
A continuing motion forces the views:
A faint dash of green paint upon the grass.
To the lazy lemon tree dropping tangy dews
That caresses a taste of tongue I could use.
To my right holds art strung in the hands
Of a dear with curling locks of licorice.
Buying the thought she surely commands,
She knows all else but her is gibberish.
Upon arrival to the house under a hill,
A youthful Japanese-Maple has sprung.
Surrounded in a barrier of grass embroidering
A beige cast that glooms your mood unrung.
Yet these treasures wont stay for everlast,
These were the things that passed.
Now I know who this dark energy is
Its been around me at work all along
I just couldn't put my finger on who it was
Until I heard that I was precious
Precious for my bleeding that is
Like the song beautiful broken
He's the nightmare I'm afraid of
He's got me in his sights all right
To toy with me like a cat with a mouse
Why couldn't I figure out til now
Red flags going off all over the place
The poem I wrote to my kids
If I die tomorrow
The poem to my manager who I think
so highly of
I was doing fine for awhile now I'm spinning
all over again
No wonder why I want to puke today
I feel his dark energy and the things
he wants to do to me
He's my sadistic broken nightmare