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ARCHAEOLOGY FIELD-TRIP JANUARY 29 TH 3011 (PART II)
(NOTE: If you have not already read PART I, then do so before you read this)
Though the buildings are gone long ago
Our diggings in the places we felt were the main city
Have unearthed plastic false-teeth and artificial heart-valves.
We have also brought up plastic bowls and plastic bags and bottles,
Probably used to carry artificially-flavoured salted food.
(This would account for the false teeth.)
The marshy delta in the south arm of the bay
Once supported a salt-evaporation industry.
These people knew how to use technology
And were obviously technologically advanced -
But a weak people physically. Let me show you why:
Here we see what seems may have been
The foundations of a great bridge across the bay -
And engineering was a forte of these people.
This huge block of concrete you see in
The middle of the water may have been
An artificial island to anchor two such bridges.
Movement and transport seems to have been in vehicles
And very little walking was done, (hence the heart-valve).
Huge concrete highways extended from this city south,
Probably to another of their cities, long gone.
Though important and widespread,
Transport was however a problem for these people,
Especially in the foggy weather which seems to be typical for the place.
Underground we have found a complex
Of tunnels which probably housed a movement system of sorts,
Unaffected by the treacherous climate.
And not just land transport, but sea too.
It doesn’t look like it to our eyes, but this was a major port,
And under the waters of the bay
Can be found many artifacts of ships and cargoes.
Those seven or eight small hills to the south
Of the baymouth are covered today in natural forests of sessile oak
And shrubbery of peach- and grape-bearing plants
But there are still some large Euro-latin buildings
Poking through the growth. It seems to have been
A prosperous residential area of the city.
The Founding Grandfather
By Elton Camp
Ask “What did Benjamin Franklin do?”
Find that most can recall only one or two.
“Poor Richard’s Almanac he did write,”
Or else, “He’s that guy who flew the kite.”
The facts of history are growing dim
If that’s all that’s remembered of him.
In the colonies, since books were so rare.
To organize the first library he did care.
Because fires were not easy to control,
The first city fire department did mold.
A fire might a family’s finances wipe out,
So he brought the first fire insurance about.
Fireplaces in homes allowed people to freeze.
“There must be a better way to heat than these.”
To that end, he successfully strove
And developed the Franklin stove.
Because his stove was for the public good,
He refused to take out a patent as he could.
When to age people had to concede,
His bifocal glasses met their need.
Declaration of Independence he helped compose
It was by a group of five and he was one of those.
Most of it came from Thomas Jefferson’s mind,
But Benjamin Franklin helped the words to refine.
Minister he was made to France.
The colonies cause to advance.
The king said, “I think Ben’s so funny
That I’ll gladly lend the needed money.
But it would be incomplete to fail to say
That the elderly statesman had feet of clay.
He was only a young man
When his misconduct began.
“This boy is my own son, no doubt,
But his mother I know little about.”
In his autobiography is advice
That certainly isn’t all that nice.
He told men what was the trick
When a mistress they did pick.
“Great Whoremaster” was his name
Even to those who admired his fame.
Of the Founders he was the oldest,
Though also one of the very boldest.
So Benjamin Franklin it wouldn’t bother
To call him the “Founding Grandfather.”
Bad meat
dead meat
thousands sick from this disaster
hungry like a wolf
the stomache worms grow
in the people who still don't know
texas miki of tequilla
many reasons to reconsider health symptoms
sewer leak to smell from down the street
not staying here too long when the mosquitos come out
drive by the cess pool
and come into town to realise
no one is ever outside
the lights are all out at 7 oclock
Color coded music message
three days of taking a turn to play your two favorite songs
to steer the obsessive compulsive
who wont let you down
who wont be able to stop himself
from killing the worlds enemy
however we can only do this if we allow ourselves
to practice the day that nobody dies
musical masterpeace of blind leading the blind
in an attempt to get your angels in position
the birds eye view to realise this spotlight
the black and white fashion to start everything off
purple confusion of your orange disaster is the naked blue truth
surrounded by coincidence leaving you shining
differently dressed than those around you
angelic mastermining of the candle of mans free will
burning at both ends to provide you with your own safety net
in the end of this mindblowing experience
of the locomotion of your soulbound prayers
i forget once again who i think i have become
everything is pretty much automatic
choose to be aware of this if you want
forgetting the perfect lives of god
aware it may be possible to take down two birds with one stone
all this to make your devil cry
which will be replaced by an experience that is fun
unlike the grueling effort to prove to society
there are more than 3 people the police actually helped in history
even though usually when something good happens to the world
they lose control, and everyone else seems to lose out
Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own
He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray
There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away
They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two
Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait
He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay
Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle
But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save
At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay
© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake
--Auschwitz, Picture Taken 26,000 Feet in the Air, August 25, 1944
Years away from me, smoke opening for a man to name them. I imagine a child down there in
the box being drawn around him, who hasn’t died yet; who just wants to fly, fly! His last weather,
clear. Not seeing the plane that won’t see him. His mother grips his hand. People down there
among the cold circuitry of buildings, people with no pictures in their future, scared, legs hurting,
tired, hungry. What are they telling their children, look down, look down, don’t look up. Someone
searching the crowd for someone going to the smoke away from them. It is happening again, as
in the days of Nebuchadnezzar. The man pointing an arrow as if at a strain of bacteria, black
words attached to the arrow. I look down into the dirt of the picture, years after the man has put
the picture back into its folder. Someone down there who sees the smoke I can’t from my clean
sky, a woman with my face, maybe, whose picture her beloved took as she smiled under an
early tree in the days of gardens. Now all her pictures are gone. She is with everybody else
down there, she is the Group on the Way to the Gas Chambers, and in those five black words,
who down there knows they are history; what faceless face isn’t sure, tasting the ghost of honey
and apples; who looks at the sky closing over with smoke and thinks there are shoes to fix,
prayers to say in the archangel wings of their language; somewhere in a land
Beyond desolation.
He may or may not have campaigned for the elation of destroying a nation,
But he and his friends are certainly responsible for it’s instigation.
Evil conniving …in the name of good, of course,
Destroying checks and balances with no remorse.
Wholeheartedly supported by most of the media,
In his power, he tells them what to feed ya.
Most of the media is now controlled.
Under guise of rights, souls are sold.
The above treat common people as fools,
And force feed them gangrened rules.
No one dares learn through world History,
How great countries died is no mystery.
History forever is repeating itself,
And is now with an eerie stealth.
Because people really never change,
It’s goodness and God be hanged.
Happily sitting and living in the deadly unholy seven,
The lap of six six six fearing another nine eleven.
But it’s already here in disguise and on the rise,
Laughing at fools who voted for his lies.
History. Take a look at Hitler’s regime,
And how he carried out his scheme.
Don’t just roll your eyes and shake your head no,
Look it up and see if it’s so.
He won Austria by starting a national health care plan,
To them, that made him the man.
Wasn’t that nice? Sure gave him some clout.
Want to read how that came out?
Talk about big government control!
People have jumped into his hellish hole.
The devil is real and that’s the deal.
Take a look around before you drown,
In the fire of his fate and the heat of his hate.
Where the water washes white surfs across
Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts
Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss
The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts
Find me there wandering the wailing shores
I am a new citizen with ancient desires still
Living on the restless rim of of crinkled azures;
Watching history bleach my memory of will.
Here I pine to see my mother whole as I am
Here I pray for justice from the impaled lamb
This Caribbean sea that pens my rage in me
Water where my ancestors footsteps no imprints leave
Of vast voyages now void on the Atlantic lea
This Caribbean sea in modern voice I cannot grieve
My people sundered like a broken ship
Mastless, anchorless, drifting drumless on weed
My people bleeding from tongue lash and whip
And no Cudjoe, Tacky, or Boukman to intercede
I am a citizen of the rim, a place undefined
In the subtle representations where I'm maligned.
Here in this world of diverse languages and shade
Across the bloodless salt of shrivelled water we trade.
I feel horrible about being a slave
Day by Day I work
For a man that I hate
I decide to leave on the Underground Railroad
To escape from my master, the Devil himself
Get away and hope to be safe
I hope to leave on a warm summer day
I am waiting for my chance to go
I will escape to the north for my freedom
My journey takes me to places
Places I have never seen before
Unfortunately, I can only see these places after dark
I face the danger of being caught
Being returned to the plantation
Where I will be beaten, by the devil
The dangers have made me feel unsafe
No matter where I go, I am never safe
I still can be caught
I have help along the way
The people who support us
The people who leave signals for us to stay
I have made it to the north, to freedom
I react with a great rejoice
Joy, which I have never had before
Don’t Let My History Die
Don’t let my history die
Dear children of tomorrow;
The accomplishments of our peoples’ past
Their heartaches and their sorrows.
Don’t let my history die
The stories of picking cotton with bare hands;
Through the extreme heat and many rainy days
They spent traveling through this land.
Don’t let my history die
The story of how far we as a people have come;
Praying all through those days of slavery
Asking more strength from our God’s Son.
Don’t let my history die
Thinking only of today;
For we never know what tomorrow will bring
Therefore we should always pray.
Don’t let my history die
Thinking thyself wiser than our God
For our people of the hard days past
Paved a better way for you to trod.