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Thanks to Henry Ford living six hundred years before,
here is a brave new world John the Savage would explore:
The Hatching and Conditioning Center is the source
where community and stability stay on course.
A team of scientists pre-determined each life’s path;
each fetus in an in-vitro amniotic bath.
They live as an Alpha at the highest echelon,
or a mindless manual-laboring Epsilon,
or as a Beta, Gamma, or Delta in between.
Their final decision was what remained to be seen.
Did anyone seem to care about their final fates,
while frolicking with numerous promiscuous mates?
No worries about depression or what brought them down;
daily rations of Soma obviated their frown.
For John the Savage, it didn’t take him very long
to determine his presence in this place was all wrong.
He would soon be inundated with consternation
regretting when he departed the reservation.
Based on the novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
My mother Linda died the other day.
Nobody seemed to care and went away.
Why did I come here with Lenina and Bernard?
What I though would be easy living is now hard
The simple life on the reservation I miss.
There was no rampant carefree promiscuousness.
It seems like everyone is engaged in lust
There’s not a single person here that I trust.
Morals and values seem to be non-existent.
They keep pestering me, and they’re quite persistent.
They poison themselves with those Soma pills.
“Feelies” and other things are where they get their thrills.
They’ve got me ensnared with anxiety and fear.
Not even one person has heard of Shakespeare.
This place is taking its toll on my sanity.
I’m not even sure of my own identity.
This world I now know is full of indecency.
Perhaps in this lighthouse, I’ll find some privacy.
Based on the novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
Lenina, I cannot deny I was attracted to you.
Knowing you has brought me elation.
You appeared to have feelings for me that were true.
However, this relationship must have a cessation.
I do not understand the ways of this civilization.
Your kind of love has filled me with consternation.
What I used to know is what I have missed.
Our kind of love is different on the reservation.
How could you fall in love with a non-conformist?
For these reasons, please cross me off your list.
I cannot accept these promiscuous ways.
I was hoping for you to love only me.
What strange bedfellows we keep nowadays.
Life in this London appears as an anomaly.
From all of these irregularities, I must flee.
Based on the novel “Brave New World” by the late Aldous Huxley
October 9, 2012
There was once a man who believed he had everything
Every day he was blessed with the gift of wisdom
For every wise tale he was given a proverb
For every proverb he was given a vision
For every vision he was given a dream
In one of his dream the man saw an angel at the foot of his bed
The angel pointed at the door
At the doorway the man saw a bright shinny light and heard a deep hallow voice
The voice echoed words of great knowledge and inspiration
Written and quoted by great men and women.
Martin Luther King Jr.
“The Ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort
And convenience but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy"
In the man’s dream he began to shiver as the angel whispered and quoted
Anne Frank.
“I don't think of all the misery but of all the beauty that still remains"
In his dreams the man continued to listen to the voice of the angel as he quoted
Aldons Huxley.
“Experience is not what happens to you it is what you do with what happens to you"
David Guys Powers.
“Each day is a new life seize it, live it"
The angel paused a while as the man gasped for air in fear and he said,
A wise man takes heed to advice and turns away from his wicked ways, the man in hearing these words began to shiver even more as the angel quoted,
Michelle C Ustaszeski.
“Never look back and regret look back and smile at what you have learned"
Finally in a faint voice the angel said, one of Dr Robert Anthony. Famous quote was
“Forget about all the reasons why something may not work you only need to find one reason why it will”, in hearing this, the man arose from his bed and fell to his knees and whispered words of thanks
For a moment he had forgotten the reason why he had been chosen
For every season, for every rose, for every seed that is planted there is a reason
Remember in this life every road that you adventure on will take you in many directions but the journey is worthwhile because the experiences are worth sharing and every lesson is a testimony so whenever you feel like giving up just remember why you are here.
"WINTER"
the beautiful season
of suspension
where we find
our true selves
hibernating
under sacred blankets
of wisdom won
dreaming of all
the days past, gone
in the never complete
and we dream
in songs
of the other life
approaching
beautiful,
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine,
more truer
than true
than the heavy
coloured cloaks
covering lost victories
in the dedicated Obscure
never wrong
never won
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
vcb-llb
(john 1:42 NIV)
“In Exile”, The Silver Tree/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/fjXqfjjFK_k
(john 1 NIV)
“O light! This is the cry
of all the characters
of ancient drama
brought face to face
with their fate.
This last resort
was ours, too,
and I knew it now.
In the middle of winter
I at last discovered
that there was in me
an invincible summer.”
(Albert Camus, L’été)
“A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him
for many reasons.
But the poet persists.
He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what
any of his fellow men say.
In his eternal search for truth,
the poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless
in a society built on time.”
(Kerouac)
"For small creatures
such as we,
the vastness
is bearable
only through
love."
(Carl Sagan)
“There are things known
and there are things unknown,
and in between
are the doors of perception.”
(Aldous Huxley)
"As Above, So Below"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_above,_so_below
https://linguaholic.com/linguablog/as-above-so-below-meaning/
https://wikireligions.com/as-above-so-below/
This is the great big world we will see.
It begins inside this hatchery.
Since Our Ford made it reality,
it has been home for both you and me.
These are the children of tomorrow.
Give them happiness without sorrow.
In harmonious community,
we are strong with solidarity.
Zygotes renew our identity;
each a pillar of stability.
We will expand our society.
It is possible with you and me.
From the alpha down to epsilon,
the quilt is sewn at each echelon.
We insure that life shall carry on
We shall make each stitch continuous.
All our borders are contiguous.
With Ford’s help, it shall be congruous.
Take pride in your working as you go.
Care for the fetuses. Watch them grow.
These are the children of tomorrow.
Based on the 1932 novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
The nature of our spiral nebulae or Milky Way,
is the size of our universe from where we stay.
Believing that our nebulae is relatively small,
Astronomer Curtis declared a far bigger call.
Billions of galaxies much larger and distant,
the scale of the universe, 1921 relevant.
Island universes in the trillions,
supernovas outshine galaxies in brilliance.
Another great debate by Huxley at that time,
upholding the biblical creation in us to refine.
To him self affirming the preference to be an ape,
giving Darwin’s theory the wishing shape.
In letters of war between Burke and Thomas Paine,
the debate in differences of conservatism,
and the misleading perception of progressivism.
After 2021 in lockdown giving nature a break,
wildlife’s resources in reviving stake.
The new debate now in consideration geographic,
3 working days and nights, 4 days no traffic.
Zero hours at sunrise, 12 at dawn lights mean,
nature hours including month thirteen.
The ultimate provider in absolute respect,
labor camp for restoring wasteland to correct.
Human independence and it’s grow of sacrifice,
the caring things of nature love that satisfies.
it's a nice box set
each of the three
fifteen hundred or
so pages making
up the entire work
placed in a sturdy
cardboard box
embossed
it was given to me
on one of my birth
days remembering
not which but it for
awhile made a
rather stylish
door stop to
stop it from
keeping things from
getting passed as it
kept open a door
that liked to close
on its own but was
known only as
perception or
the third eye
it just wasn't part of
the decor for it more
then was for show
it showed those who
wanted to know
Huxley or
Morrison
but it
wasn't what you might
think for as a solid
body of work
that it was
and is if i
we're to
throw it
and hit
you
in the
head you'd
be dead by
forceful use
of the words
of Marcel
Proust
Form:
A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle store
Go hump yourself, If you want my schtick, you vampire whore
You’ve had enough since the Garden, Lillith, you’ll not get more
Now the ratio between human, vampire, dragon and other dead
Has been cast with fair radiant echo against the nuclear thread
A shroud sewn with Alcubierre’s hand and Teller’s eye
Will re-write the laws of your time to die
Not forced by the forced prison of your local priest
Or enticed by Babylon to take part in it’s wicked feast
The work that was promised to Adam and re-framed unto Cain
To un-curse the valley, glen and land: to filter Acid from Rain
With thorns o- the rose coming loose from the Bush
And snakes running hither or thither in scintillate Rush
The Oracle of Satan found new charms to spread in perfect Cube
Could be the shape of Sound Maynard or Max’s Cubic Rube
The Time of Orwell Now and Jobs spelling Apple at his Side
And Sting writing programs for the Cops, whom along for the Ride
the Bladerunner checkin for humans among the technical horde
Huxley detected the separate spirit, lobotimized souls, Model T Fords
And Harrison checked again with electric sleep on the Brain
A tear for Summer, or a vision for Canticles, a wave almost Inane
With countless ages past since the Dust of Sumer lent
It’s hell-bound rasp of gutteral destruction spent
The awful wave of gas, a riotous nuclear blast
In the once Green land where sage grew fast
The dim spectre of time has given up the ghost
With markets bazar and material plenty, yet consider the cost
From Alabaster bone the Ocean’s a-shallow
The Mermaids remember the times that were fallow
Year upon year the bi-peds walked without aim or deed
That could count for fullness, even yet upon steed
Even in those ages of lore when upon horse they’d trot
Or with Gasoline chariot to the park like Mel Ot
None could account for the empty space of land
Or like Kieth Stone, bend down and till without turning into sand
The eidolons of time, immemorable: drooping, eternal clocks
An echo of murmurs, drogue and sorrow, indifferent as the rocks
Whom would not cry out, with refusal of price
None could garner their strength or bleed them twice