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Ah... tis nothing greater than...
malfunctioning heater on brisk winter day!
Thee particular date being
December twenty eighth,
two thousand nineteen, I saith
the Jack of all trades
maintenance technician
Kevin Blank said he would notify
HVAC expert in good faith,
yet to compliment clangorous din...
I called upon the ghost of Marley's wraith.
Thus despite compressor issuing
cacophonous, deafening,
ear splitting noise
clattering din louder
than convention of reindeer -
doubled as all boys
(choir) followed by cavalcade
of santa claus, he employs,
the missus of course with equipoise,
and countless elves pressed
for service mending
broken brand new toys.
Why... yes twas during
recent brutal bitter cold spell
methought, yours truly got sent,
where absolute zero temperature
more frigid than hell
of course, I felt like human popsicle
management didn't give a lick,
no matter yours truly gave rebel yell
Billy me you, I immediately
yearned (some weeks back) for April
May, June... some tell
tale sign to alleviate pell mell
bone crushing polar vortex
preserved frozen awful
botox smile impossible mission to quell,
nor avoid frostbite
to deep freeze every cell
millenniums later despite
climate changed dystopian future
thawed out body reason to kvell.
Forsooth mindlessly jabbering away
jaw frenziedly attempting to convey
how this schlemiel,
would be war re: not game to foray
toward distant forbidding terrain
fifty shades of gray,
alien unrecognizable – nay
boor hood of the late Mister Rogers,
nonetheless expressed gratitude
confessed, I unconsciously did pray
while suspended animation did stay
slowing or stopping
of biological function
physiological capabilities
unpitted and preserved - yea.
Hence upon being
and getting woke
feeling like I slept forever
and a day - no joke
most certainly well rested
constitution I did evoke
intensely scrutinizing men
chilled wren, and women folk,
who appeared out of this world
mutated into Roanoke
smooth as glass skin cloak
against ultraviolet rays
causing skin cancer
their attenuated limbs strong as oak
versatile to prod and poke,
whereby superior petsmart
doggone noggin could invoke
telepathic communication
interestingly enough issuing smoke
signals, whenever danger present
and capable to disappear
as if doing breast stroke.
He was born with a bushy round follicle-free head
and walks with two legs, because
he is a Neanderthal(1) mutant,
for he is a mutational product,
he is an android(2) not found in the evolutionary tree,
and that’s why he was so sad; he began to roam the surface
of the earth, he climbed up the mountains, crossed the rivers
and traveled over the expansion of fields beyond the horizon;
to soothe the sorrow of being alien
he labored to find another android similar to him;
and if he finds one, he is forced to lay her down on the ground
and sow the seeds to establish a new genealogical table;
the seeds grown to Hominidae.(3)
As time goes by his hair on his head became thinner
because the roots of his hair decayed from no follicle
and at last, he became bald;
each time a sun-ray reflects on his head
his anguish grows in the valley of misery he is trapped in
and leading his poor life. He escapes from the valley and crawls
into a cave(4) peculiar from all the other caves he’d seen so far,
and he fixed a flag.
As the wind rises the flag streams,
when the flag flutters the sky roars to pierce the ears;
then the sky falls to the ground from a gap between
the roars gushing out ashes and fires. The fire heats
to burn the stones lying here and there by the water’s edge.
When sky, earth, fire and the stones intermingled in one
it tortures the Neanderthal with the red-hot iron of death,
then, *****Sapience survived from breathing the oxygen
that Neanderthal left behind; and as day grows taller and taller
*****Sapience finds the way to preserve oxygen;
thereupon, Hominidae mixes this excess oxygen to produce
black powder with the ratio of 10KNO3 + 3S + 8C,
and stuff it into a bamboo-tube;
tomorrow therefore explodes, time stops,
the sea swallows the earth. As things come this far,
though there may be worse things waiting in the future,
the crippled time, comes with quick steps winding a malfunctioning clock.
NOTE: 1. *****Neanderthalensis and *****Sapience are different *****species, therefore, though *****Sapience Sapience is not a mutated species, but just so regarded in this poem.. 2. Android: in this poem this phrase is synonymous to synthetic organism rather than electro/mechanical robot. 3. Hominidae: this term is used as existing modern Human. 4. Francis Bacon, Idra Specus.
Let me tell you about Morpheus ...
Morpheus is a fictional Marvel character ...
his real name Robert Markham ... he was once human
born in New York City ... a normal guy except
he was suffering from an unknown viral infection
so he went to Dr. Peter Alraune Jr.
for a consultation and hopefully treatment
~ Dr. Peter Alraune was an expert in genetic disorders
Robert was suffering from an inability to sleep
or dream ... the doctor offered him an experimental drug ~
the drug changed segments of Robert's DNA and his appearance
and made him highly destructive with no need to sleep
he had a huge accumulation of physic energy
and mutated into a crazed for revenge freakish grotesque creature
he could influence other peoples minds while they slept
forcing them to do his bidding, even murder ...
he named himself after the Greek God of Sleep
~ he focused his hate on Dr. Peter Arlaune
finding out that he could control him to do things
Moon Knight tried to save the doctor by fighting Morpheus
but the doctor sacrificed himself, dying
he had considered himself responsible ~
now, Morpheus wants revenge on Moon Knight and his friends
even Moon's ... on and off girlfriend Marlene Arlaune
his lover and secretary and sister of RIP Dr. Peter
Morpheus can control people with illusions
and hallucinations while they sleep and sleep walk
sometimes, the visions are simple ... like snakes
sometimes more 'hideous' and complex
and they recall nothing on awaking
~ it is believed that Moon Knight defeated Morpheus
but no body has ever been found
and though he was a monster ... I feel sorry for him
after all, he was only seeking help
... so the question ... is Morpheus really dead ?
or just waiting ... ~
_____________________
December 01, 2022
Poetry/Bio/Foe of Moon Knight - Morpheus
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1505-856-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 12/15/2022
First Place
although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying
everything surrounding them
insisting that everything is good
because they are God’s creation
while another group of people
though they also are humans
swallow and spit out loathsome language
go tottering intoxicated from a foul-smelling-contaminated-air
fuming from the languages they spat out
after there came an erect postured bipedal primate
which was a trifle creature fed by dust wiggling on the earth
for thousands of thousands of long years
eventually they started to share their thoughts
looking in each others’ eyes
cultivating, refining words and phrases for better communication
among those words
were beautifully polished and preserved phrases
thru generation after generations of studies and development
they were exclusively used by a specific class of people who enjoy showing off
and thereby wanted to separate themselves from ordinary people, however, now, the beautiful words and phrases became coarse;
is it because the words were abused by them or
their sleazy tongues stiffened the phrases?
they lost interest in finding the reasonable reasons
because there was no yard-stick to establish a standard;
zombies stalk on the street in bright daylight
the fake brand-name luxurious articles overrun the street
DNA twisted weirdly
all children are born mutated and therefore have evolved
to an overly obdurate species, strange world
there are no family features of daughters like their mother
or sons who resemble their fathers anymore
but only a line of families
like a poorly shaped mosaic landscape made with puzzle pieces
picked-up from alleys and forcefully placed to make a picture
they are never satisfied with what they have
and that’s why if you applaud them they demand more,
if their request is rejected they yell and scream at you
with newly invented swear words
rather, like a dead person
no matter how much you extolled him, doesn’t ask more;
even stamped on to humiliate him, won’t cry or say a word
that’s why God may have kept
everything beautiful beyond men’s reach
that’s why men who live on this side of the world
shout and scream
making everything uglier than it should-be
hanging on to the things they can easily put their hands on
it finally was acknowledged as a problem. something has gone wrong
we must LOOK BACK retrace our steps and explain why exactly
this corpse is still moving. hold the clipboards tightly- what should
have been told to us before is now SCREAMING IN OUR FACES
stand aside!! this is meant for the hands and the minds of professionals
so with a turned lever the motion falls and becomes still-------- transfixed
beyond knowledge at the awakening of a realm not seen not felt not
believed at all.
WE ALL JUST CROUCHED DOWN AND LOOKED UPWARD! OUR
EYES FALLING FROM THEIR SOCKETS! TIME STOPPED &YET
SIGHTLESSLY FLEW FAR FROM US! I WOULDN'T HAVE BELIEVED
IT_______ BUT I WAS THERE.
scripture printed out before everyone else it was shoved from the tables and
laughed away, the children reassured EVERYTHING IS FINE! if we stay
as we want to (dumbstupidignorantblind) would everything come as a
sweet surprise? though defined i saw it, kindly concurred, the block still
remained just as strong.
it was our hands that held up this belief of stability, this lie of gravity and
clarity. to tell the truth (which i hesitate to do) fear has no opposite for
it is ALL. though things can be bravely (&falsely) conquered our bodies
still tremble to blurs at the very mention of What Could Have Been.
murder is widely accepted as goodness when committed in the likes of
battle in the idea of safety- self defence. the enemy, we saw, fell
and mutated from life to death, and curled into a premature sham.
the rulers, with minds preoccupied with triumph over (backwards) terror,
smiled in relief and nodded their heads for us all to come out of cover.
THE EARTH IS FREE AND BEAUTIFUL ONCE MORE
THANKS TO THE INTELLIGENCE OF THE INTELLIGENT!! INNOCENCE
CAN NOW BE FEIGNED AGAIN!
but who was to expect that once the babies and the purities were
unveiled, that the phantom of man's technological defeat would rise
and again come forth in newly discovered ferocity? we were easy to overcome
------such souls we denied, living behind our very eyes, were tricked and
caught in the tremulous hands of revolting lust. and with our growing voices we
found ourselves declaring to the populations our declining state of
perspicuity.
The Alligator Man
This is the strange tale of the Alligator Man
it all took place in the Amazon River, as a young
alligator is looking for food to satisfy his
needs. Above him a large storm was forming,
it had a very unusual red hue inside the clouds,
below the alligator was enjoying his find of a
large sea snake, when all of a sudden the
lightning bolts came crashing down in the jungle.
The alligator was very scared as he made for the
embankment, he tried to take refuge but was hit
by a powerful lightning bolt, he lay motionless as
if dead, within minutes he stirred, but noticed
something very strange, his body was stripped of
his protective armour, and he found the urge to
stand on his back feet, he noticed he was changed
somehow, his appearance no longer looked like
an alligator, his form was more human than before
as he walked through the jungle he found refuge
from the storm and his instinct now was to keep
warm, he lay down and fell asleep, after two hours
he woke up and had changed again, he was human
and found he could make noises through his mouth.
Leaving the cave he came across a group of campers,
he approached them and noticed the smell of food.
He approached the camp and tried to sneak away
with some hot meat that was cooking on a spit, he
went to pick it up but was stopped by a camper, the
Alligator Man looked in horror as they all got hold
of him, after a while they realised he did not
understand them, he suddenly collapsed on the
ground, he slept for an hour but when he awoke he
had become very old, the campers decided to take
him to the nearest hospital as they had not seen
anything like this, they gathered up their camping
gear and then went straight to the hospital, from
the rear of the vehicle they heard loud groans, they
stopped the vehicle and went quickly to the rear.
They saw the old man transform into pure energy.
What had caused this strange phenomena? it seemed
the lightning bolt had somehow mutated the
alligator's DNA and it cause an evolutionary change
making the creature evolve each time into a higher
form of life, the final change was pure energy and
thought, perfect in every way.
Written 9th July 2013
THEORY
The truth is that we are the people of North America mixed by the blood that existed via the birth of a nation. We have no biblical presence as given. We are Social Theological Studies. No God was there for us. We became a government formed from earth. We are generations discovered. We are the blood matured and mutated from origin, immigration, and enslavement. We state our allegiance and our beliefs to a greater source. We are worshipers of The Unknown God. Although we may use the given epithet by the Hebrews, Jews, and Gentiles - Jehovah God Lord – this, to us, is the unknown God.
Physiology
1. A political-religious focus delivered through a Humanities model.
2. A socio-activist voice that will address the Humanities situation.
3. Social Theological Studies searches for a greater way that captivates the
mind and embellishes the soul.
Methodology
Through empirical research via a mixed method, Social Theological Studies will investigate our biblical presence as the formation of living via structure. Poetry and philosophy ethnography of ideals, beliefs, creeds, a family way (ethnomethodology), etc. will be composed through a multidisciplinary model, which involves and is a Humanities approach.
Philosophical Hypothesis
We did not evolve. We were discovered.
This is a casual model that represents two variables, which are discovery (to the creation of a nation) and evolution (our time of metaphorical evolution).
Holistic Perspective
As stated, we have no Biblical presence given. We are committed to this sense-datum of a nation (United States of America) origin and birth because…
Only through iniquitous content does a wrongful world exist or hold capacity. Thus, this hold true to a governess of a country.
Verisimilitude
The credibility and quality of this project are authentic in research via observation, interviews, case studies, etc. that semblance of truth refers to research findings that are consistent with occurrences in the ‘real world.’
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Written June 25, 2016!
O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee
Spiritual mathematics
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis
Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in a decaying half-life reality?
O bastard son
of a thousand fathers
Raised on sour milk doctrines,
from the hard paps —
Udders on an impudent heifer mother
of a thousand harlots,
has weaned thee
in the ways of greed and destruction
Canst thy cannibal siblings,
Tiras and Meshech,
help save thee
with their scientific, canine calculations?
O Magog,
from the mutated land of Gog,
will thy incestuous father’s
Tubal-cain covetous leprosy
overtake thee?
Thou loveth thy beauty spots
inordinately
Brimstone salt cities of wanton lasciviousness
pepper thy mutilated land
The merchants of concupiscence
travel ceaselessly upon thy algorithm waves
Slavishly trafficking tainted wares exponentially
in thy free marketplaces
As the integer worms of digital reproach
feed upon the Kittim kabuki faces
Probability analysis
predict with prescient accuracy:
The radioactive remnants
of a cancerous tumor civilization,
shall struggle mightily
to revive it’s flag half-mast past glory
O Magog,
the war dogs of death
howl oppressively for thee
Thy merchant ghost ships
of Tarshish
has become floating debris
Glowing green false profit wreckage
washes upon
thy polluted Gog shores continually
O Magog,
who shall account for thy losses?
Does not the tabulated numerical conclusion
reveal the astronomical costliness
of thy prolific, propagating cloned vanity?
Which of thy mariner children
shall read
the technological epitaph
on thy submerged Titanic tombstone?
Triple digit uncertainty doth statistically vex thee ...
because of the frightening probability analysis,
which thou vile reptilian mind didst not take heed
O Magog,
chief Gentile prince
from the barren hinterland of Gog —
There is no upraised hand
to retrieve thy dropped divining scepter
It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed
Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier
The smell of seduction and no fake news
Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love
Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss
Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation
It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply
With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy
Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief
I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated
Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum
Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest
Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression
A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows
Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets
The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren
Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies
Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees
Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption
Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection
Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh
Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence
That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core
Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward
Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause
Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation
Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur
Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise
Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife
And so we choke on what should have been celestial food
Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger
We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter
Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain
25th January 2020
One evening an old ailurophile strolled through a forest with her blackest of cats,
To brood on her once goldenrod hair and the callipygous bottom on which she once sat.
Her head hung low upon shrugged cathartic shoulders,
In her crestfallen saunter, she sobbed in fear of aging any older.
Passing with desuetude the felicity in each shimmering yet saccharine leaf and lagoon,
Her passions for appreciation poured from her pale open mouth, which scowled at the moon.
Miserable was this lethargic and elderly ingenue,
For beauty no longer sung in her sagging sinew.
Then, as the moonlight began to trickle through the canopy,
It cast it's light upon a wooden bridge she approached in apathy.
It was a crossing over a creek that cricketed and croaked,
And from beneath its twelfth slab a repugnant face poked.
The old woman squealed at the foul frowning face,
And tripped in the mud, ruddying her shirt made of lace.
"Whose turpitude is this, to trip on my riparian?"
Said the heinous face, "Ah, 'tis an elderly barbarian."
"Who are you to call me a barbarian you hideous imp,"
Said she, "Why are you in a lagoon, are you baboon or chimp?"
"I am no monkey you ancient squawking hen,
I am the troll of this toll bridge that crosses my fen.
You shall not walk on this bridge further than its middle,
Unless you can answer one of my riddles."
"Ok, Rumpelstiltskin, need I bare you a son,
Once your impetuous petulant riddle is done?"
To which the little troll replied with a grin and guffaw,
"That would not be possible for your innards are dried straw.
Nevertheless, here is my riddle for you to answer:
Which disease in you was the deadliest of cancer?"
Having only one breast left from the cancer that took it,
The woman looked insulted but felt deep inside a sad pit.
"The deadliest of all of the cancers is the blessing of beauty in the face,
For only mutated atrophy can follow the folly that which time does erase."
With that response the little troll let her pass,
And she strutted her stuff as she did as a lass.