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“Your ocean lives- some depths unknown;
perhaps new life- a cornerstone.”
__by Poet
Oh, Arctic Ocean, you are one of five-
smallest and shallowest for sure.
But you are deeper in places
covered by ice all year, perhaps with unseen life.
Your continental shelf is broader than the rest
with underwater features that
impact all species' great diversity
in managing climatic shifts.
But, will your freezing temps begin to warm
and sea ice start to melt away,
to change the Global Climate and the rising sea?
With this, you play a crucial role.
For those who have not traveled far
to feel the beauty of such Arctic grace
can see in videos the bluest pristine skies
that frame your glowing crystal caves.
Your calving scenes so mystify
as giant blocks of melting ice fall in the sea!
Though smaller and shallower, to compare,
your might and beauty rise above!
Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes on the tele,
Machine Bun Shelly,
initials, MBS, Caps empty,
Mostly Bull Sh……
a superficial sipping soup to his belly
or is it breakfast for a serial prodigy,
steadfast out selling cereal probably,
problems with his intellectual property
so he's just a prop to stop and see.
6'4 and standing taller,
picking on a man, his wife and his daughter,
who needs protection ay,
you're a big and bad ball-less brawler,
that's the shallowest level you can resort to,
and though it's none of my bees wax,
you did it to be witnessed and receive plaques,
but it was easy and witless like corny flakes,
the business doesn't need Autotune fakes,
forcing the rhyme like all you want is a smoke,
not literally you'd choke, that's such a weak joke,
clearly begging for your songs to be bought up,
as if we went from Shady please stand up,
to worshipping a hairband on a no flair brand corrupt
and yeah I admit some of it was good, generous, but look,
with 6 years to write it should have been off the hook,
this lame ass your best and you took as long as you could,
when your next hits out you'll remember when you last stood,
and you'll be mocked by the only line that was any good,
MGK can't stand up,
that'll get you like Cranbrook,
from Cleveland Ohio,
leave now and fly home.
Note the depth and the many double entendre in this,
written within an hour of hearing that diss,
MGK's peak, now for the diss-appearance,
I've heard you can't write your own lyrical sentence,
that's dense, how you ever gona go the distance,
now go into the distance with your spoon and bowl,
you had your 15 minutes so back to your hole.
Part 2: Picking the rhymes apart and taking a shot, on my page to read now.
* the second line is a double entendre,
a serious comment about Eminem and a sarcastic one about MGK, you know, cus rhyming beard and weird is amazing haa.
* Hair and safety clip on
* Just a tele, a telescope
* Initials - cus MGK initials but Eminem doesn't M&M
If mothers didn't bear children,
we wouldn't hear their screams
while they're laughing aloud
and are having lots of fun;
love them and be always blessed,
sparkle enthusiasm and dreams!
If lovely spring stopped blooming,
how sad we would feeling emptiness;
and strolling down the flowerless paths
we wouldn't hear a bird warbling!
If we only loved ourselves, not others
it would be the shallowest existence;
how inhumane would be such a negligence
when the indifference harms inner feelings!
If all we are after is self-gratification,
we miss the sense and essence of logic;
we must love sincerely, not with forced intention...
trashing worthless thoughts that aren't authentic!
If we considered empathy and shunned all differences
to deter prejudices that confer altruism and diffidence,
we would in no time elevate love to the ultimate bliss;
where disdain stirs anger, goodwill instills confidence!
The intellect craves but stops
The blind end does not budge
Imagination fails
Realization fades
Futility prevails
The deepest turns shallowest
The more we dig the less we know
Jungle of unknown crops up
The answers do not come
One is lost in the mystery
When we came? Why we came?
How we came? What was there?
Reflections of curiosity
Are unfounded per se
All happened for happening
Travelling beyond nothing
Human mind knocks
The door of faith and belief
Religion is born
Reason disappears
Seekers sought and realized
The eternal limitation
Conceiving ultimate as abstract
Choosing the middle path
Flowering one into Buddha
I
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?
We won't stare in anybody's pretty eyes
and say sweet things to mask our fear?
There are no promised rewards when one lies!
Don't we miss the joy to hold each other?
We miss the harmony that's gone, so is hope;
we dreamt of the most serene sky over us...
was there a fearful revelation hidden from us,
to prevent a sudden split-up to even cope?
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?
Our urge is not desire, it's the ultimate task...
to embrace and fall for bigger pleasures;
the truest love is hard to build: it's a fortress
to be watched and be protected from attack!
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?
Happiness never lasts, it's the shallowest delusion...
if trust is not seen as a moral thing for a solution;
anger broke us apart, leaving inside a deep scar...
we were charmed by a sweetness turned so sour!
Don't we miss the joy of holding each other?
The devil
not leaving ...
still in my employ
Our contract
most simple ...
once signed to destroy
He offers
me riches
beyond every dream
And smiles
the smile
his depravity screams
Contented
to wait
as time has no measure
Within his dark
fortune
damnation a treasure
But once
out of wishes
the reckoning comes
To bathe
in the mire
— of eternity’s scum
*********
Red Coats & Tempests
If history
interred
in the shallowest
grave
Freedom
reborn
in a desperate
age
Throughout conflict
and eras
they march
hand in hand
History
for certain
but freedom
must stand
The attacks
on its drafters
and champions
combined
To carry
e’er forward
and forever
remind
That values
held precious
and tenets
held true
With blood
and with treasure
be defended
anew
Until
decades and
centuries
have given it form
And through
red coats
and tempests
— to weather the storm
********
Let Freedom Ring
The decent opinion
of humanity
is the lever
that changes the world
The defense of that
opinion has bound us
into a country
that history will herald
The tenets and phrases
defining
what the patriot
and free man requires
Contained in our
most sacred scripture
by Jefferson
— and others inspired
**********
Death Before Dishonor
Crushing the hardest stone
besting the vilest foe
Raising the highest flag
sinking the deepest hoe
Living one for the other
in unity we stand
Death before dishonor
— upon this sacred land
********
Safe Passage
Your words
are most attractive
They sit
above your form
To tell of deep
encounters
Inside
where truth is born
They float most free
above you
A literary
crown
To guarantee
safe passage
And speak the truth
— profound
(The New Room: June, 2026)
No, I'm not one of those who say, "It's nothing, it's collateral damage for just cause."
How much I regret this plight of conscience,
people walking around unmindful of the tragedy.
Have they no trace of humanity?
Are there no rules of war?
Is genocide allowed?
The spirit of contradiction marks the West, shattering tranquility of academic ivory towers, desperately requiring Nietzschean jailbreak; their sorrow is shallowest thing, they're afraid of their own shadow.
Look no further than Nazi atrocities,
are there no lessons from history?
Follow not the logic of occupiers, colonizing morality.
They color the silence of their tongues with crocodile tears.