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Random chain of events
preceded occurrence re:
guarding existence of me
interminable fits and starts
concerning self destruction
inherent within one measly
self important species.
Yours truly synonymous
with any chance reader
(of course inclusive those
untold past multitudes,
who trod upon this oblate
spheroid preceding one
anonymous groveling,
middling sniveling modest
*****sapien) pursuant
upon unknown destination
giving contemplative,
introspective, speculative...
pause every now and again,
asper bajillion prior
bipedal hominids, whose
individual deliberate or
random natural biological
impulses wrought sons
and/or daughters, whose
subsequent call, sans their
wild procreative proclivities
unwittingly begat the
unique chromosomal
combinations inscribed genes
imbuing each of us with
transient occupancy to revel,
relish, reckon very finite
number of orbitz around
nearest star, how longevity
(till mortality – leisurely
and/or vocationally)
expended, yet anatomically,
biochemically, physiologically...
linkedin with avast
gamut incorporating
unknowable determinants sole
fully cobbling wide, whirled
webbing, (albeit skein
microscopic) comprising
resultant Deoxyribonucleic
amalgamations, combinations,
emulations...throughout
untold generations eventually
giving (swell pregnant)
rise to healthy progeny
predicated on an uneventful
tragic mishap in utero
preceding parturition, which
miraculous seminal fertilization
regarding series of
fortunate events delineating
quintessentially strapping
robust tot destined (years later)
to continue human
species, thus I ponder
tremendous steep odds (analogous
to drawing winning lottery
ticket), when reproductive
processes diploid propagating
one after another ongoing
generation, yet in retrospect
every cellular T-Mobile
chance coupling attendant on
haphazard spontaneous
buzzfeeding circumstances
promulgating prolific primal
precedents begetting each
individual necessitating tenuous
fluke (worm hungers) engaging,
engendering, engineering...
(similar to science experiment)
endowing penultimate on the fly
fusion between two haploid cells
impossible to explain convincingly,
(asper in my mind) the notion
predestination intervenes
likened to invisible hand.
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
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
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
Flowers and plants have language, they speak to us in different ways, they come in many shapes and forms, and they will meet with you just before Dawn.
They have smells that can be traced back to the thirteenth century; you can hear the world speaking through them and you can see the ligament standing up in them.
They bring light to the troubled world and keep your mind from going astray. Beautiful flowers will make your day and build your courage in practical ways.
I walked on the corridor of time to examine what is really mine, and I saw them standing tentatively in line, they were waiting for a hand shake and a passionate embrace.
I saw them running up and down the street screaming and shouting out my name as if they want to drive me insane but I stood up to it all and resist the external brawl.
It wasn’t hard to understand what was propagating on the land a bunch of bandits unfit for office, form a subsidiary group to deviate from the truth; I observed it carefully, and listened to it attentively.
A piece of paradise left on earth kept staring at me from the dirt. I gazed at it every day, least my mind goes astray. I could feel the energy radiating from it and the love that was attached to it, it moves slowly on a plane and mesmerizes my heart when I feel ashamed.
I got it for a gift and since then my mind was affixed to it. Chastity or love? Abstinence or the dove, sexuality or infidelity? You will understand when you reach full maturity.
I have stood up to all of them and weathered through many storms. I walked through the flood and stood up to the blood.
My motto is longevity, resistance and endurance, my strength is unmatched and my spirit cannot be stopped.
I can survive in any environment for a considerable period of time. I can live in the desert and need little rain but when it comes, I enjoy it just the same.
My cactus and I will always be alive and we will be there to expose all the lies; flowers have meaning that can be so revealing. The fabric in the sea is searching for you and me.
QUEST
Now imprisoned
within closed contour of span of my life.
Where to venture on quest ?
North- South : East -West ?
Or introspecting spiritual consciousness
rising above space and time.
Neither can surmise not aprehend
where to ascend or to descend
while transcending death.
A big quest, no finding ,
while confined to breathe in and out !
Reply rolling rippling propagating far away
beyond my vision or perception .
Out of my reach ,
a silhouette of 'after life'
displaying umbra and penumbra
shadowing my journey of life.
Me to pass through eclipse
as soul , provided it exists
and slips to escape
from mortal body surpassing demise.
Yet the question, which is vital :
Is the SOUL really immortal ?
If the answer be ' NO'
then prime question is superfluous.
Death is the final point : Oblivious.
No need to explore more.
Answer is bold and clear.
Query ends here.
But eventually,
if the answer stands 'YES',
then QUEST is endless.
Does every living being own a soul ?
All Members of Flora and Fauna including Insect World !
Or only specific characteristic of Human species.
Living beings are originated from non-living things
through evolution.
When and from where souls do evolute ?
Is there any special hub for Souls to originate
or to take rest ?
What’s their status ?
Escaping from body do they search for new foetus ?
Can they choose any special foetus ?
Or bound to obey any Cosmic law !
Or to float free as Spirits.
Or to be cycled, recycled !
What's the explanation of new formation
of Souls keeping parity with inflation
in Human population ?
Propaganda adverts men’s minds from the truth
in a little spill I offered proof
Faith agitators twist bend remake
trying to manipulate destiny their on fate
1
They trample many they cannot quit
for they are sure they are the fit
witchcraft they made it science
They keep you at odds keeping reliant
2
They will profiteer even from your tears
like a pig they think you are with smears
propagating even from the squeal
words not easily understood spelt their swill
3
sorcery old as the first lie began yeah hath God
resisting Moses and God but could not his rod
Global ones like vultures that cannot get to the bone
setting up a world not there own for error they are prone
Humanity is punctured with many breaks.
Different eyes through different holes
grasp its identity through different visions.
Openness, honesty and love to a few;
power, greed and domination to others
and to some, faith, faith, faith and just faith.
Love comes first before anything else
but while propagating others, it is fatally shot.
The so-called trail-blazers of democracy
makes it crazy in the domain of others;
feeding a Tiger until it is dangerously grown
then joining other hunters to bring it down.
Beliefs without tolerance and peace are poisons.
One is honoured with the privilege to be part of a society
so human friendly and development growing
but forgets his transition from a migrant to a citizen.
So much noise he begins to create
to turn such blessed lands to the one he escaped from;
threatening the beauty of these Nations’ civilization;
giving Australia such bile, the UK such thorn
and Russia such a devastating pill.
If life was suppose to be so,
the Emirate Kingdom wouldn’t be maintaining its identity
as it is heterogeneously mixed eleven to one portions
in favour of the accessory ingredients.
Scaling humanity through colours
is as bad as doing so through tribes.
Unity and networking never creates losers
but marginalization and oppression breed deadly tensions.
Names, ascents, appearances and gestures
are unfortunately yardsticks for interactions and mingling
then Justice becomes wounded for bias to prevail.
All these make poverty freely govern
even in an Ocean of abundance.
It is simple to keep life smiling
but impossible when love is homeless
while selfishness is rendered the most services
but under the disguise of other honourable clients.
When kindness is removed from the equation,
a habitat once peaceful becomes the hub of predators.
Germ of essence.
Human blob.
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking family of a kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone!
Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer, sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on dry wall canvas.
Border crossing cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome.
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring, budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone,
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.
The little ones stand on the river bed
Bored, with the beauty of silence
Looking for excitement and adventure
They discovered stones, and the fun of violence
As the water rushed to the ocean
In a smooth, steady, rhythmical sound
The stones broke the surface
Where peace was taken, and annoyance was found
As the rocks got bigger and came faster
The river began to ROAR at the offenders
She forgot they were just children
Without the wisdom that violence hinders
....the flow of LOVE...
Drenched with overflow of water
The children dashed away in great fear
The river, eventually, silenced itself
And wondered if the violators would reappear
She couldn't explain it, but unrest surfaced
No more could she rest in her continual flow
She became guarded and edgy
Pushing with too much force, wanting to know
Something, anything, could happen again
And she would be disturbed in her rest
By stupid little children, without reason
Having a contest on who could pop her the best
....right in the heart...
Wait, the river began to see people, afar off
But never drawing near to her bank
She knew she was still the river
But what had her attack....
...yes, no way around it...
she attacked....what else could they think
The river drew back her waters in shame
And her bed became exposed and dry
She was just about to give up
When LOVE came to her bank to cry
LOVE said, "Unrest has troubled you
And taken the peace from your heart
There will always be little ones
Who don't know where you end and where you start
It is not enough to flow in freedom
Toward your ever giving source
You must endure all things with all people
And never show your natural force
....propagating LOVE, not fear."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-13-2018