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That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through
My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight
As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!
News flash! Race, it doesn't exist,
We're not defined by our skin.
We are not defined by our hair or our eyes,
Nor the houses that we live in.
News flash! Race, a flawed science theory,
It's a meaningless backward thought.
It should not be given the light of day,
And it definitely should not be taught.
News flash! Race, a divisive idea,
Used by wealthy who think they're right.
And, funnily enough, the wealthy have skin,
That's yellow or black, brown or white.
News flash! Race, maybe there might be one,
Maybe one race defined with any real worth.
The civilized race called humans of course,
All sharing our beautiful Earth.
The storm comes at midnight
It will be quite a sight if I’m right
Preceding it barely a sight will make many angry and scared
The sight could be anything
…
Ha! Yes, even to those prepared
… You seem confused, let me explain
Lightning will flash in the sky
Which likely will be the revealing of a terrible lie
But truly it will all start with a single voice
Then everyone will have a choice
With the crack of thunder
Every person will choose which side to try to drive asunder
…
Hmm?
…
Now you see I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot
I know being saved will not be bought
You see in an ironic way it is kind funny
What’s coming will be beyond money
…
Ah yes! I’m glad you asked
After the horrible thundering
Worse will come
The storm will hit
As broiling black clouds roll over
Rain will strike the faces already damp
As the angry clouds weep in furious pity
Ribbons of red will wave in every city
… Do you fear?
…
I’m dearly sorry
But here comes a worse part
See the beginning was merely an inevitable start
In comes more lightning and thunder
Each striking with sorry fury
No one away will scurry
…
Because they don’t want to
…
(Sad sigh) Yes… yes… we are all just sorry little fools
…
Ask me more than just “Why?” Elaborate
…
Ah, yes
See the lightning is the light to see
But the thunder is the response
Funnily enough the reveal is destruction’s key
The light does nothing but begins what will come
…
Yes this is the storm
You might wonder how could this have so much damage
Surely the world isn’t in such an unprepared form?
Fools!
Not just you! Look around! Why is it you think we’re so perfectly steady?!?
Not only are we ready with no preparation
It’s been that way so long I can see the clouds already!
Dusk is already past!
Midnight is just an hour off!
…
What?
…
Is it too late?
… No
No it is not
So what are you going to do?
Or, more importantly, is it worth saving?
Oh spite, oh hell – to the Hell in my own name too!
The hell in love, the hell in romance, the hell of all men!
He being in my name as well of course… as if I’m made of men!
Do they control me? Na… funnily enough the sound of
my name’s conclusion… and what (no doubt) a modern man
would say at my fawning
Aside: What Demetrius feels about me without love’s potion.
for them. My name; partly made up of them all -
Hel e na.
He created me.
Created my name.
This man who shook history, shakes the
vast fields of stages still: created language,
created insults and idioms, created footlickers
and scullions and loons.
Aside: What Demetrius calls me, no doubt.
What if though, we were thrown into modern day -
we four tangled lovers? Our forest now a cobbled
city street, our names a hashtag or blend or
portmanteau of #Demena or #Hermander…
Aside: or #paintedmaypolegetsherman
…how my old Bard would laugh and
we would be his self-coined ‘laughing stock’.
I’ve been in ink and upon folio paper. Aloft a stage
and before groundlings: photographed on set, reviewed in
magazines, photoshopped
Aside: False imitation! Spurious image!
for internet trolls - a word
with a very different meaning to the faeries I’ve met.
How language adapts! But what, pray tell, stays?
Intrigue. Love. Summer seasons and shows,
his words, his characters - us and you and your
interest in him: a roundel we return to even
in his words we unknowingly use…
I should know of course… He made me after all…
Hel e na…
and you, in your hands and seats and voices,
still make me feel that same love and spite and Hell.
Neither of us are likely to be forgotten soon…
na.
The day the internet stopped working, I opened the door and let my face embrace the breeze of cold air,
I looked around to find dainty plants for which I never cared.
After a long time, I stepped out of my house and strolled through the park for a while,
Funnily, I felt as if I had walked a mile!
I stopped and was astonished at the sight that beheld my eyes,
'Oh dear!' people are conversing with each other and being nice!
I sat on a huge rock at the corner of the park,
Soon I realized it was getting dark.
After ages, I looked up at the sky contrary to my daily routine of looking down at my mobile screen,
'So that's what they call sunset!' I happily scream.
For a moment I felt my life was a lie,
I guiltily looked at the Earth, for which I never batted an eye.
A familiar sound shook me out of my thoughts,
I was notified that the internet connection was back and I was pulled back into the same knot.
Lunable to wonder
In curiosity glimmers
A broken man
A broken soul
Never sought
Never thought
meant to be
Meant for me
ignorant human
convivial sung
Felted loyalty
Taught adaptation
Commonly
Meant to be
Meant for me
Wishful being
Existing
Dashboard clean
1956
Traveling speed
Undetermined
Bored annoyed
Meant to be
Meant for me
Overwhelming
Unwatchable
Death close
Born to die
Glorified pissant
Conformist
Bend past
Self awareness
Still there
Look awkwardly
For dull
Witless actors
Directed carelessly
Not forgetting
Funnily trapped
As rodents
Unbeatable maze
Freely bound
Vaulted sound
Chicot choice
Sound absurd
Differentiate
Diverted easily
Incompetent
Flawed
Institutional
Inexpert soldier
ing pestiferous
Go die young
Supposed industriousness
Meant of me
Meant to be
Match unrivalled
Dying repertoires
purpose bleak
Parce que je déteste
la vie et elle le sait
The mood of the wirery rodent unable to remove itself from the wall it climbed into made to listen or fall from scurvy or starvation, the point of view from a dead soldier who had no choice but to listen and judge because he was also a total dick
When your dancing without care of being caught
that smile when you think of something that you
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When you stop the tears when none are there to know
when a rolling mist is ushered by an open door
when you stop talking
and listen for breath
that forgotten name of long dead stars
that decay in digital pixels
that squirrel of feathered scrawls
before sun slips
its balding head
above
When the darkness doesn't scare
but gives an alibi
i wanna build a robot that's got to turn itself on
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Where the simpered simp of words never oft spoke
Adjectifying squirrels
The held back chuckle as right is proved wrong
tell them to be quite quiet but quietly
if i could slow d
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would bees have frisbees or frizzing bees beeing bees beginning the
beings that don;t deserve to be
Excuse as i accuse cue of not being queue
couldn't catch up if i gave you a misspelt paws
pause take a breadth a light year buzz
sorry worng answer
wrongly wrote the wrong worng
When caramel toffee nights offers breath
that icicle kisses the edges of your inner edges
When words of well worn song leaves your lips
as you fondly sing along
Where the box thinks inside the human
ROLL! , let it roll!
because we are getting busted
of the time we wasted.
the memories of the days are
getting, even turning loosed,
as the mind is just too busy,
idling away the sorrows,
it has stored in its guts.
Ma! help me Pa! help me but non
seem alert! ah d days are rolling pass like
Cyclone cycling a refuse dumped
we ve mended our ways now.
its funnily sad how we fooled ourselves,
while we were still young as kids.
we are ready to dance to the beats
of time now so let it play an enchanting melody,
roll on dancing to the cyclone of life
some are gone, while we are still out here.
but some are dead, while we are graced
to still be alive.
we are ready to pay the piper
to detect the tune of ages
of time so we can dance to the
Rhythm of the ages of time unplugged!!
Rolling on 4rm tracks 2 track as d beat goes on
By Gideon Idudje