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In the year 2319, we can only imagine how and what life will be,
Will there still be families, or just a pooled incensed, breeding sea,
Of writhing, intoxicated humans, clocking in for their lunch hour,
Trying to reproduce and gaining ten more points towards power!
Will mealtimes be as we know them today, or just merely queuing?
For a measly tablet which you must have daily, chewing thus renewing,
Your stamina to surf the planets at a graceful, fiercely unimaginable
Pace, you must be in Planet Venus by 8 docks, o’clock, fashionable!
As you arrive darkness greets you, your spirit, your being generates light,
Only on those you want to see or places that you long to be in spite,
Of the fact that if you stay too long, you sky home will be auctioned,
And your brain scrambled, and laid to rest, without been cautioned!
No rules, no policies, no systems, no charge, no one to give any rating,
Just chaos, and the thought of inhuman elimination, your clone is waiting,
And inherits your looks, your character, your wired and messed up brain,
And this clone will be cycled and recycled for the same to begin all over again!
fame is famously a inherit
fame is famously famous
fame inherits fame
entirely is entirely inheriting
entirely is entirely inheriting fame
fame is a fortune entirely
fame fortune its fame
inheriting fame is inheriting a fortune
fortune of fame is fortune of a inheritance
fortune is a fame of fortune
fortune is a fame of inheritance
inheritance is inheritance of fame
inheritance is famously inheritance of fame
famously is famously fame of a inheritance
a writing of fame is a writing of a inheritance
a writing of fame is famously a writing of fame
writing is writing fame
writing is writing a fortune
to write is to write fame
to write is to write a fortune
to write is to write a fortune of fame
There is indifference if I fail by trying
But there is jubilation if I finally succeed,
To persuade contrast faces quietly marvelling
With kindness to those who are in need.
There is love and sometimes there is peace,
The unknown scarcely threaten our realm,
To know the fear of hazards exist in space,
Will it be a virtual atmosphere or real pain?
There’s assurance, both of spirit and soul
The Kama of surety on earth we try to claim,
Our conscience inherits this virtue as gold,
In heaven, who knows what will be our name?
The future is unknown; unseen by our deeds
Permitted only with glimpses of what we feel,
Model upon other foundations reality succeeds
But those emotions are not always real.
The unknown advent angels secretly proclaim
Celestial beings with stern human face arrayed,
How will their awesome presence reign?
Over the fallen nations that they upbraid.
No pruning or pining or resurrection wishing
Entity elsewhere to share the unknown eternity,
We will stand with our lives overwhelming,
Witnesses in the surrounding world of plenty.
What a colourful world we live in so much beauty to see
From the clear blue skies above birds flap their wings so happy to be free
The bright yellow object in the sky sends light and warmth, surely sending waves of happiness our way
The tall green grass requests a haircut,take a little off but not down to the clay
My day begins with a glass of orange juice and my toast waiting patiently to be smothered with blackberry jam
It, 's a good thing traffic lights are bright red, green and yellow or surely there would be a lot of slams
To show your love to your partner a dozen roses I am sure she would adore
When the skies turn grey and the rain funnels down the black asphalt inherits puddles galore
Imagine the dilemma of finding your car in a parking lot if all cars were white
Christmas lights with their bold, beautiful and bright colours such a delight
Life is full of a wide array of colourful things for us to enjoy
The site of a rainbow with its multi colours about to deploy
When life gives you all you need
And you fly to the highest altitude,
Before you run out oxygen
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When life withholds all you need
And you start to get an attitude,
Before you drown in despair
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When you don't live up to your own standards
Give yourself some latitude,
And walk your way out of depression, and
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When you're losing your direction
And noise replaces your solitude,
Walk back to the peace and still, and
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When you feel you can't get lower
Just remember His beatitudes,
It's the humble that inherits all things, so
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
behind the shadows and visions bestowed
lies a valley.. the spirits abode
each spirit inherits a quest
that only time can help manifest
but with every manifestation within lies the spark
a thought in consciousness a light in the dark
a flame that flickers in each persons heart
and with each revolution there was also a start
but as we transcend each thought in a frame
the greater the fire that came out of the flame
like a tale prepared for a feast
we were nothing more than food for beasts
but as the mind and body become one, the spirit began to grow
the viel of deception was lifted and the world we began to know
This is the legend of Jack’s father
and to brag about him Jack won’t even bother
‘cause truth is not a virtue he inherits
and integrity’s a trait beneath his merits
Jack’s father takes the tip off every table
and parks his car in spots for the disabled
yeah Jack knows he’s a gambler and a liar
(not the mentor he was hoping to aspire)
If he can get away with stuff he WILL try
and he’s always at the ready with an alibi
Like the time he told Jack’s mother he’d be working late
when he was out with his mistress on a dinner date
But Jack’s mother’s oh-so-clever in her own way
she tells Jack “your dad will pay the piper someday
his lack of love and character will soon show
and there’ll be nothing of a legend left when he goes."
Her prediction was quite evident that weekend
when Jack’s father tried to steal from his best friend
but he couldn’t out run the Pit bull that was inside
(the neighbors just stood filming him as he cried)
“Oh help me please I’m really not a bad bloke”
but he became the 'butt' of every lame joke
‘cause his rear end bears the scars below his britches
(Jack's mum can't help but smile while doin' dishes)
Another summer of black bullets and white heat rhetoric.
The tally is in, and once again, black tears outpace death.
Fiery marchers adding another link to Martin Luther's chain.
Bull horns blowing poison balls of rubber room insanity.
The innocent are forever gifted to the cool, uncaring earth.
With hanging head we ask, "what's a poor life really worth?"
Enter the smoke and cracked mirror of onion paper blame.
Water colored common sense, sent bleeding down the drain.
Into the mouth of death, time tosses a mint of forgiveness
'til the dove inherits another black bullet to the breast.
Pending next droplet, drip mirror spherical
Rolls speedily down leaf spine, drops sluggish
Earth splatter tsunami sends ants hysterical
Stunned dusk undergrowth inherits lush nourish
Urge pink ibis mini flamingoes fossick forage
Monstera nod, almond gaps dim heliotrope
Panther threads trunks, slinky seeker of prey
Teeming technicolor butterfly kaleidoscope
Ulysses sheen self propelled pages paraded
Overtly elated to give and receive nil sage
Umbrella edges bend, rotund umbra worms
Squirm in church of curving purple steeples
Polished olive flags flap, dancefloor foliage
Rune scribes in immaculate symbiotic terms
Accord overlaps then parts, calm sequence
Your forest of frolic pays hedonism homage
Excused from the mantra of hot fate frighten
Rain redeems rotted logs in soft moss christen
Scintillating hinterland halcyon happy village
Twenty Second of October
Two Sides to every Story
*AUDIO, plus a, Video of A Clarification by YouTube.
"Let us shine and not burn," by Elle Casey
A Clarification
Conceived onsets by one's subjective state,
Clueless inceptions nebulously grow,
A mindless blind mute moves, rousing its fate,
Godsend occasion leaves the dark to glow.
Sparks the light of life mimic frames of minds,
Intricacies of distinctions arcane,
Emotions indulge past regret unwinds,
Scattered, detached, night candle burns the stain.
Shatter separateness as divisive,
Conceived borders we being inherits,
Emphases realized as decisive,
Everyone shares their respective merits.
Douse not our embers, but keep strong our flame,
Warm the blaze to a glow from whence we came.
2022 November 21
*5thPlace*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: 2022 November 25
RZ & HMS.