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My sister stopped to visit on her flight home from a tropic isle.
Are COVID mutants on last legs? (Most think their death’s long overdue!)
Trump’s naive crimes seem more passé though Putin dreams his lies are all
he needs to rule the world. Why court the vote of anyone? “Who counts
these days (that is not me)?” They’re twins (though Trump’s heirs own less real estate)!
Both short of stature, short of Grace, their grotesque presence waste of space!
Best trick? When they shoot their own feet (nearsighted optics fuel conceit)!
I know Sis loves me dearly, but both distance, years can cramp one’s style,
old eyes need to refocus to grok clearly she’s still there (if true!),
past’s sinews feel more tenuous, imagined slights (like leaves of fall)
suggest vitality (more green) is in recess. Fresh waves that rise like founts
through gold-laced veins in rock sprout seasons that recall springs past due date!
An argument hung in the air, that vented, proved our love still there.
It’s what we dread that dims Love’s light, the risks we take that banish Night.
I know my poems sometimes flail to friends whose pages never dared
to give their muse free rein, researching voice. I follow fantasy,
the joy it gives (fresh thoughts I never knew I owned), prefer to live
in sand traps or in rough (path forward less assured), swim nude with tone!
My time’s my own, but my delight’s my muse’s dump. My muse! Stay friend!
A poem’s puzzle for the mind! One rarely knows just what they’ll find!
It’s joy, too, when some come along and swallow content of a song!
Should I fault walls that crumble or a faded poem’s truth unshared
if it provides some shelter from harsh winds that blow for only me?
I honor masons as myself for respite that I get or give
if muse’s gifts grant you some pause, gifts’ music hints you’re not alone.
It’s ‘peace’ we wage that brings joy to the ‘heart of God,’ not war’s we end!
God needs no help to conquer death, to end life’s pain! Love honors breath!
Abundant life’s God’s poetry and ‘faith in God’ man’s ecstasy!
Long Tooth
March 24th in 2022
Born in a radioactive life with few friends
Rejected from a place he never felt was home
He finds himself stranded and alone
His eyes blinded by the sun
Armed with only a baseball bat and a empty gun
The world tears at him with hungry jaws
A scorched world with cold hearts and no law
Attacked by raider, robots, and death claws
The dusty capital wasteland he roams
Scavenging the ruins of a desolate world
Super mutants appear around every turn
The lone wanderer finds a flamethrower and makes them burn
Their collection of mutilated organs make him want to hurl
Searching for his father and food for the day
The lone wanderer hopes and prays
Revelation 21:6 I am alpha and omega the beginning and the end
Bloody footprints mark where the lone wanders has been
Scars mark his wounded heart and are etched in his skin
Favoring a shock sword and a 44 magnum
Custom armor most wastelanders couldn't fathom
The lone wanderer carries the maximum
Sailed to point lookout and thrown in the pit
The cruel wasteland tests his grit
Abducted by creatures from outer space
A life of haste, rugged is the beard on his face
GNR radio keeps him company
The lone wanderer runs about while feeling funky
Finally he found his father
Together, Persuing a righteous goal ever further
Only to die a martyr, his death hits the lone wanderer ever harder
The lone wanderer's wrath! Awakening rage
A vengeful path, darkening days
Kicked out of Jefferson's memorial
The enclave takes over, creating total turmoil in the purifier
With no time to prepare a funeral for his father
The lone wanderer grabs 'Vengeance' the ultimate vaporizer
On his way to vault 86 to find the legendary kit of Eden
The lone wanderer lays waste to many a demons
Troubled by the loss of his best friend,
His rampage across the wasteland begins
The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the city trolls. Forced to bend to society’s creation, of the new crazed sensation. Symbolic doses, hit the millennial air, as many become ready to hallucinate the night away, with a love for everything once ignored. Now the new age scene has turned many into fossilized poppers. As the years trickled away, the rotted souls, which were bought and sold, helped to build up treacherous narcotics related, public sedated, stick-up kids. Stuck with felonious tactics, many became devious. This was now the new age past-time. It was debauchery fitted and fallen into the midnight hour.
Madness was now shared, among those celled up with bites taken out of the family’s love. Years wrinkle into the fold of existence, as the drug fiend and high and mighty pushers create tactics to have pockets full of presidential green backs. These buckeye babies were now renegades forming freelance robbery hits from city to city. This was excitement for the ages. Their dopamine rushed out onto resurrected pipes, as bloody needle points were beginning to fornicate the blue passage. Now underground these were the people infected by thrown away existence. Authors of their own free-lanced hell. A swollen deviation tears threw, like a wicked witch twister. Now crucified by the same authoritative empire they once tried to live by. No longer will family love be embezzled, nor will they be upheld to hear the cruel-hearted deepest sold-off cries.
...Continued from Part 1...
Poor little Evelyn, her poor physical conditions at birth puzzled local doctors,
It was a mystery she was born with a dislocated hip and a deformed right foot.
And evidence of bone damage whilst within her mother’s womb, that happened,
9 months of exhaustive tests, Evelyn the baby is confirmed a OI type III patient.
Today poor Evelyn is small in size, as typical of OI patients, her mobility limited,
She is constantly in need of a new body and leg brace with special shoes fitted.
With an anxious and loving mother and sessions of unending physical therapy,
Evelyn must have monthly doses of intravenous drug to increase her bone density.
At 4 years old now, imagine the frustrations and the helplessness in Evelyn,
She knows she is different, why she is so fragile, her little mind cannot fathom.
All the various injuries and the many broken bones about in her tiny body,
Life is such a challenge, why is she born so unlucky and so much different.
For every 100,000 individuals, six to seven are born with such dire conditions,
If there had been a more fortuitous mutation at a genetic level, these individuals...
They could have been born as legendary mutants, imbued with fantastic abilities,
But a twisted play in Fate's hand, OI children, they struggle even in normal activities...
Only with advances in Science and Medicine can OI sufferers have a normal life,
With bones so brittle that shatter like fragile glass, they have only sheltered lives..
http://www.star2.com/people/2016/01/03/her-bones-are-so-brittle-they-can-break-like-glass/
he lives in his own world
through choice of demonic desire for power
inside he hides through reason of his own
with a dark desire for fresh bodies
alone he hides through the silence
amidst the violence
there is a great hold on his soul let the truth be told
cadavers he will hold in his crypt doen below
many are taken away to him
on a dimly lit candle the undertaker works non stop
eager to labor for the legal tender
within his dungeon of gloom
at night he hears voices with foot steps
a long duration of masked zombie creatures vacate his premises
yet he continue his work on his prized possession
Satanic laughter in the window with a shutter
feeble minded mutants running wild in the street
a whole host of circus like frenzy invades his domain
he keeps a jar next to his crypt with blood
the fangs of each zombie drip blood from each side
maggot infested embalming fluid permeates throughout
many skulls of discarded cadavers are left in his closet
still many do not know what he realy does only that he's the undertaker
one dreary evening while sleeping the undertaker arose
only to find his skull collection of gone missing
a narrow passage way was leading to his room
voices were once again to kill the undertaker
shaken yet still he returned to his work
a loud clapping noise was heard and the undertaker fell over
there on the ground were the skulls all clasped together dripping blood
a hand kept his from escaping only to encounter a blow to his head
the creatures sucked his vile extremties through & through
the undertaker was then no more
Angifi Dladla
BAYEDE
Bayede , Son of man, Bayede!
You who outsmart the invisible God of our ancestors,
You who perfect the creations of the One-Who-Cannot-Be-
Imagined.
Modernizer of flying dragons that drop eggs down on cities –
They whose eggs hatch bouncing chicks, enveloped in
clouds with no linings.
O Inventor of plague-like rain and diseases,
What a mutagen of nature you are!
Bayede, Son of man, Bayede!
With lashes and nails, Jesu surrendered to your cross,
With a red stroke, sons of heaven rot to die in your jails,
With omission and neglect, sages die muzzled and
forgotten.
Yes! You appraise absolute truth and belittle the God of our
ancestors.
Yes! You sentence God to eternity in your prisons.
What a demystifier of God you are!
Bayede, dredge of ocean and land marrow, Bayede!
You who imprison nature and charge for entrance,
You who farm waste to fertilize the sky and the soil and the
waters,
You who crack cells and sells us mutants for cyborgs.
Colonizer of oceans, You’ll soon reside under the ocean,
Colonizer of space, You’ll soon drill the Moon and Mars,
Build supermaxes and nuthouses up there.
Yes! as God-shrike, You’ll lynch angels and the sons of
heaven up there, yes!
But look, O youngest brother of Mu, just look:
We are on the brink of taking a Cosmic Route.
Look, O man who inherited breast milk from Atlantis,
O, no-no, don’t borrow Madam Lot’s eyes.
Look, and listen to your heart: The voice within
is the call of the Cosmic Brotherhood!
Great are the follies of haughty man through the times ,
Imposing his will on fellows, changing the climes,
Playing god for some silver , acceding to greed.
Always striving for more , wanting more than his need,
Sowing seeds of dissension , destroying his breed,
Meddling with nature , man destroys nature and earth.
He's restructured the genes, to mutants given birth,
His junk - food is unhealthy , adds weight to his girth;
The surgeons mint money with their nips and their tucks.
The atom's been tamed , corporations make big bucks,
The innocent public just ran out of their lucks;
Politics and religion determine one's fate.
I'm not against progress , but am sorry to state,
Life's more than money or power , pleasures to sate;
Love and compassion to one and all is what counts.
Drink of the wisdom in Good Books, drink from their founts,
Make good use of progress, scale good Karma's mounts;
Life's purpose is not sowing destruction's seed.
Playing god for some silver , acceding to greed,
Meddling with nature , man destroys nature and earth,
The surgeons mint money with their nips and their tucks,
Politics and religion determine one's fate,
Love and compassion to one and all is what counts,
Life's purpose is not sowing destruction's seed.
~07 Jul 2016~
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i first saw her image in a dark devil dream
in a field full of scarecrows,vultures,and screams
her raw radiation was poison to me
black hair like a raven...just a ravenous seed
too scarred to approach...she pulled on the reigns
like a battle queen vixen with sharp steely teeth
"there's beauty in death"...that's what she said to me
i gasped to reply but just gazed instead...she talks to the living she talks to the dead
our tongues tangled violence like dragons in heat
we made love underneath the hanging tree
night after night she visited my dreams
and like a vampire by morning she vanished...unseen
her name was wormwood...it was tatooed on her back
the sulfur and sweat flowed like waters of wrath
she got what she wanted and she fulfilled her needs
we made love every night underneath the hanging tree
but soon i discovered a liar of lust...my soul she would bleed
like mutants breed our ceremonies became carnivorous...she put the blister on the bliss
i'm running away but won't be missed
her tongue twisting like a serpent...now i'm a humble servant
she pulls a scarlet rope from her mouth of madness...she smiles an evil grin and puts her
neck in a noose...rope over the limb like a lightning bolt
now i must join her cause the beast is now loose...nothing to gain and nothing to lose
the field burns with fury and fire and together we swing...
we make love forever underneath the hanging tree
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Corona Stellar
When all *****Sapiens Sapiens
Started exodus from solar system
Due to the existing Corona Varients
That affecting all with mutants
The only hope was to explore
Of course the space galore
But our spaceship stops
With a few stops and hops
At the phenomenal light from Sun
Like a revolving bullet from gun 1.
The light carried some particles micro
Beyond the sciences of Earth macro
What was that light brightening full!
On the horizon so wonderful
No words as the spaceship halted
For overheating being the reason salted
All the astrophysicists became busy
Unlike we Earthlings ever lazy
Being the giants of stellar family
‘Corona Wave’ was blinding pretty 2.
Very soon we came out with a breakthrough
Can’t just penetrate this new Corona true
Well is it a virus or any other object?
Let me detail thee just straight.
Resembling crown and discovered by few
Was named Corona out of blue.
A new feature and addition to
The Space Jargon full to
Let’s dive deep into this
Come on listen to me. Hist! 3.
During a total solar eclipse
The Sun's corona and prominences
Are visible to the naked eye
A corona means 'crown'
In turn derived from Greek festoon
Is an aura of plasma that surround
The Sun and other stars abound
The Sun's corona extends millions
Of course light years in billions
Of kilometres into outer space 4.
SLAVERY
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They said;
If I count, and I walk twenty-two steps back
I will find death somewhere in mother's eyes
They said;
When I'm twenty-seven, and I become a man
I will read meaning to the jargons on my palm
.
They said;
If I begin to find fun when girls raise their skirts
I will lead a busy, and a bloody course to death
They said;
If I seek comfort from the cold caress of beer
I will lose my spirit, and heaven doesn't care
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( But who are they? )
.
They are the men who have conquered hell
And have massacre the living proof of mortality
They are the priests who call us brethren
But knot our tongues off the taste of humanity
They are clergies, in turbans, who speak spells
But teach us that magic is evil and brutality
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I have read from the Bible, and the Qur'an
I have found nothing but the truth of slavery
I have seen what the books make of human
I have heard how they jeopardize our bravery
I have had a taste of how we become mutants
I have seen them subject our sanity to mockery
.
( This is how to steal your freedom )
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Touch gently the two thousand and seven teens
Feel those prophecies, see if any has come true
Sleep, and make lust a woman in your dreams
Check if the day will break upon your face too
You shall know the truth, and shall grow wings
Then you can fly from the slavery you pray to
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Micheal Ace
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