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Isn’t there an adage?
“If a cuckoo builds a nest the sun will rise from west.”
However, the strange thing that happened to me was,
though it was not large or small in size,
or cozy or love overflows in it, I built a nest.
When a cuckoo flies over and sits on the nest
to push the egg lain by mother bird out to the ground
to die, and when cuckoo lays her egg in the nest
the mother bird worked so hard for her offspring,
the sad mother bird, which lost her own egg,
sits on it to brood and raise her foe’s offspring.
And when chick hatches from egg it opens
its grotesquely large mouth that is greater than
foster mother’s head and demands foods as if to swallow the mother
if she doesn’t provide enough to fill its gluttonous stomach,
even though foster mother so busily flies over in air with her wearied wings and brings plenty of foods to feed her foe’s famished little devil.
When the chick grown to twice the size of foster mother
it flies away from the nest to find its own mother,
which raised her chick by killing other’s offspring
and stealing their place in the nest, and therefore,
though possessing maternal instinct
do not know the true meaning of motherly affection.
The foster mother, however, worriedly moves around branches,
glides through trees impatiently and calls with heart-rending cry
to bring her chick back to the nest, the chick the foe left her to rise.
“Is that why the cuckoo cries with vomiting blood once in a blue moon?”
It’s strange because I built a nest,
though it was not large or small in size,
or has its own address, or even a space I can squeeze in,
but the thing is, I built a nest.
Nonsense Literature
In amputation, amputee a nation
Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee!
In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me!
Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly!
None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along, seemingly!
Once wonder, why are they so ? Give them up and clear them all, aside!
Then the second passed, caused me a blast! Succumbed with a second tide!
To see them coming! To see them sharp! To see them with eyes closed, with a vivid gaze!
I and my laughter! We muse each other! We tickle each other throughout the day! See page!
Laughing surmised in moonlight, needle of the cuddly seamstress and the salvation of the angling boat!
The light beaconed high! The platoon of ants and the truth! The train and the brainless pain with oil coat!
Laughter we are in! We see the slates in we are in shine! The very first ones of the letters and slates among, silly!
Carbonated the gas in response! And the laughter enhance! Fanta and fantastic responsive, gluttonous belly!
The Lord is everywhere,
He sees everything
Through His' Angels' eyes.
Those stories in the Bible
Could just be metaphors
Of other important things.
If only unbelievers
Would think that He exists
And that the words of The Bible
Are only there to teach us...
(This Earth could possible already be "Hell"...)
May sinners not be condemned by Him,
But rather, let them learn from
Their own personal consequences
From committing gluttony, lust and pride.
A person who is gluttonous
Will only achieve nothing but bad health.
A person who is lustful
Will only be chasing after disease.
And a person with very much pride
Yet is also very selfish
Will not be liked (perhaps loved but not like) by others.
God sees everything,
He has allowed all to have free will,
Therefore you make the choices,
As you suffer from doing wrong,
He will help you, He will "discipline" you.
He is there to give you choices
And the opportunities to change.
Damn these feelings of stress, interlacing impulsive dreams of disgrace
Can it all be over soon? Maybe, the hopes drowned in the mere dust of time
Oh, long lost lamb, I am so in need of your easing, pleasing grace
I will never let you down, even if I frown my usual frown in my youthful prime
Sulking in gluttonous grief
I need your tearless relief
Don’t mind my insanity mess…
I need your fearless happiness
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Your beautifully carved lies
Your crooked, nestled lullabies…
You’re also scar struck by fear
I knew you’d come home since you were in a midlife crisis since yesterday, my dear
Sulking in gluttonous grief
I need your tearless relief
Don’t mind my insanity mess…
I need your fearless happiness
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Cry me a lake, cry me a river, cry me an ocean, cry me a sea
Life’s what you make of it, my lone lover of mine of such squalid misery
I know you’re in pain, but you don’t have to always bring me down
Because I want to lift from the lows and ascend from this forlorn town
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Sulking in gluttonous grief
I need your tearless relief
Even if this is a temporarily life to live before I die,
Frankly and lately, I don’t give…not going to lie
in mass-produced photographs leaking
oils and plastics into oceans eternally
churning secret species speaking sonar
beyond the corridor of human tongues
awaiting arrivals admirals of slaughter promulgate
fading flags of kings and queens aging on God’s throne
as veins rise to the surface and lines on maps bulge winds
direct tyrannies toward destinations cultivated by natives
beholding prophecies piercing membranes of skylines
families gather in gluttonous homes quiet as guilt
consuming bounties bound in card-board consumed
by glowing signals processing visions of impotence
and incompetence revealing its radiating birthmark
shaped like a deformed diamond vapid as brutality
Poetry is stupid.
It always has been and it always will be.
If another stupid poet publishes another stupid work I'll scream and tear my hair out.
If I have to rip apart another poem and put its pieces back together I'll cry.
And no one can make me care about a single stupid verse
or a single stupid poem in some single stupid poet's life.
Poetry is not universal, poetry is isolating, poetry is look at my enormous ego and my so impressive tone.
Poetry is selfish and vain and vapid and look at me because I'm sad
and I deserve to be praised and loved.
Poetry rewards whining.
Ridiculous.
Poetry is a river Narcissus can admire himself in forever without ceasing?
Poetry is stuffing myself in every dress I see even when I rip their silk and velvet because it doesn't fit.
Do I care that it took hours to make?
That some grandmother or child wove or embroidered their heart into that fabric that I so cleverly forced myself into
like the gluttonous child I am, ripping the seams.
Do I care that they cry, do I care that I ruined it all?
No because poetry is selfish.
Because poetry is not the nice next-door-neighbor-who-let-you-use-their-swing-set.
Poetry is death
and poetry is cruel.
Poetry will pet your ego like a puppy.
Poetry is chained to your fingers like a slave to
its master.
And you are not a kind enslaver; you have ego, you have pride, you have stupidity.
Scratch that, poetry is not stupid, you are.
Gluttony
October 8, 2014 at 3:15am
GLUTTONY
(Halloween poem)
Greed is the glutton
that impales the mind,
heart,stomach and soul.
it consumes the eyes.
shuts down the mind
The stomach swells-
The heart is numb.
It be then,empathy fails.
No mercy for self
take more than you need
The bulging eyes react.
With grimy hands,
Evil penetrates
The gluttonous soul of man..
To counteract
We must react
It will be a mistake if we wait,
We must stuff you with garlic,
Pierce your heart with a stake;
Chop off your head.-
Oh but we must.
Right before dusk..
No longer will you lust
I beg,I beg,give gluttony
Over to the miserable
land of the Un-dead.
Life dawns like sunrise
Soft pinks and blues against the black from which it came
Sudden burst of light stretching fingers and toes
Receiving blankets of fluffy white
Soft breezes, from Mother Earth, kiss the cheeks of a new day.
Spread your wings and announce our new life!
Rustle the name through the leaves, over fields and hills
Blow strong over the oceans
Grow tall from sapling to a mighty oak
Early morning of our life is for bountiful energy and *****
Splashing and running, carrying treasures to unknown banks
Frolicking from tree to tree chasing the cottonwood seeds
Then approached the noon of our lives
A time to pause; to partake of nourishment for our soul
Lying in fields of bluebonnets and pink poppies
Nestled in beds of paint brush and purple clover
Revel in your time for it is short!
The hours roll by, to a cool afternoon breeze.
Blow softly for the afternoon is mellow
The lake lays still; no ripples in its tranquility.
Comfort years of life taking an afternoon siesta
Bask in the sun; remember the morning.
Early hours well spent exploring.
Places where you once played buccaneer,
Shrubs that just this morning hid fortresses
Each picturesque against a landscape of Kentucky Blue
Too soon Dusk arrives on a charcoal gray charger
Thundering its arrival in the swirl of gluttonous clouds
Chasing you, you seek shelter under the weeping willows
Water rushes in a swirl of memories
Rippling creeks to still waters
The hills no longer beckon
They no longer hold the fascination of an earlier time.
Darkness blankets the earth
Your sit and watch the light show in the sky.
The sun no longer shines; the moon now lights the sky
You reminisce
It was a good day, your life!
From the sunrise to your sunset.
We have a primal urge to survive,
That now goes well beyond this day.
As our resources fail to keep up with,
Our lasting, gluttonous display.
Have we taken to histories lessons,
Where we consume and avoid to sustain?
Or have we seen the wisdom to replenish,
Even the simplest of materials, and maintain?
Each and every one of us share in common,
The air and water that surrounds us all.
As the supportive, complex matrix built
Upon, the energetic life, from small and tall.
Our science has uncovered the blueprint,
Highlighting remedies needed to pursue.
Yet can our wisdom rely on this reality,
Where we conserve and seek to undo?
If humanity truly seeks a lengthy tomorrow,
It must be durable in its action and plan.
While we look past the pleasures of the moment,
To a distant future, for the family of man.
Honoured is our kin
fed with a sliver spoon
bred and reared in Elysium.
Swith is he, an ironic typhoean _
(he 'l be)- Our immerse hero..
So will he slump a thousand times
but not like a coward.
I will tirelessly mull over
how long he lives
like a mammoth,
how great he'l emerge like pharaoh..
Tender is his flesh at the crematorium
who shall we laud, for this formidable feast.
Welcome the vulnerable kin,
He who stole our sodden hearts.
Who will eep and give fibs?
He! the "vainglorious conqueror" _
Who will loot and share views?
He!
Who wears the prosperous attire?
He..
who rears the gluttonous martyrs?
He! He! He!
praise him Of great evil and flair.
glorify him Of great evil and fear he spares,
Our sardonic Adonis.
Tied are you to winter's wrappers
Harmattan you say is for Americanas
in the savannahs.. there you belong
you scoundrel!our disowned manhattanite,
we your kindreds heart you
'road model' for we yonder ones.
You undo and sojourn
we still value you
We pray you live longer
We pray you age agelessly
And work tirelessly
like a wall clock
When there is nothing left to seek
You know you have attained your peak
Then, pray to be like these carcasses
who takes nothing to heaven _But
good deeds that trades them paradise
away from hell fortressed from yeh
I praise you hence
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