Long Prototypes Poems

Beginnings – Endings

Out of the darkest reaches of time and space
came molten minerals, gasses, rocks, comets
– life traversing aeons, in suspended animation
across millions of light years, billions of desolate miles
creating unseen universe after universe,
creating unseen...

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but this is certainly not intended
to be an instrument of terror
except maybe for the habitual
who are out for my blood
and from whom I am occasionally rescued
speaking of which
it looks like time for my fairy godmother's...

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Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, is her job, some eggs she...

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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed...

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I did not plan to be a single cell amoeba
or this me, a conglomerate jigsaw of a being
a million times removed from primordial goo.
I was peacefully inanimate at times
endowed only with a little foggy awareness...

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What the hell does that mean, why title it that

Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact

That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes

Only a conscious mind is considered its foe

 

We...

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The Pollee

I guess now I have seen it all
A urinal for girls without the stall
General design? – a four prong unit
You back up girls and kind of spoon it
Don’t get the picture, here’s a teaser
It...

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1/20/23

Continually facing struggles
Remaining puzzled
Going too hard straining muscles
Punks always out making trouble
Many in labs out to clone, attempts at creating doubles

So many shell-shocked
Others being fools while well off
Too many people quick to tell lots
They either...

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Written February 22, 2017


Motivation keeps us dream chasing
Those thoughts that you hold dear to your heart
Until the world falls apart from me missing you
These thoughts of you keep me holding onto
This abstract feeling called love
Now...

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Monsters in the Room

I’m looking in the mirror

what do I truly see?

Prototypes and models,

of different persons

living inside of me.

 

I want to rid my mind

of the trauma in my soul.

Things and differences

preventing me

from ever being...

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A small bubble out of Her powers
Expanding into a Vast Universe
The bubble will grow to burst one day
How to halt it; is there any way?
Even God may not Know

Desperate is God, She makes her prototypes
Evolving...

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It’s the land of milk and honey,
you fail to see beneath stars and stripes; 
Hard work holds prosperous and free;

The lifestyle seems to come so easy,
lost within stories and stereotypes; 
It’s the land of milk...

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Why can the world not rid itself
Of this wart on the world body politic?
A man who thinks too highly of himself
Making the entire free world heartsick
Why must we have these Hitler-types
Who disrupt the growth of...

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God factories abound upon the mountains
and the plans are written in the holy books
but lack consistency from page to page...
reason enough to keep the cubicles apart,
unwired;  the laborers are always free
to improvise.

So there are...

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