Long Silica Poems
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Characters and Audience
Written by: Cue Leitmotif
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like tiny marbles
a play of Color
silica nanos spheres
arranging them into
an ordered lattice
solidifying the structure
,catalysts to grow the spheres
with water and ethanol
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they congratulated him and patted him
on his back. she may have been sent to only
observe and report that she
would then use the information
as a pawn to be pregnant
restoration to protect others to
reestablish and often creating someway of
saying for those who in admiration
Sisyphus sought pity as she had been
seen as a loose woman, often gathering people's
words and spreading gossip
she found a formula in Asopus' ledger
dating both Asopus and Hermos
she'd often snitch on the other when she wasn't satisfied
mortals cherished gold and gems which was useless to the Gods
who stored such things to lure mortals to them
Tantalus had been a playerist and he
was despised by both Asopus and Hermos. The mortal woman sleeps with Gods and snitches on them. She has access to secrets the mortal would pay her for, I shall befriend her might I learn the secrets of both Asopus and Hermos who despises me. Asopus and Hermos learned of this as the two Tantalus and Sisopus became closer. They placed gold and formulas in site so that Sisopus could see this and snitch causing the mortals to seek the riches. Sisyphus was not wise to the greed of mortal men. She saw these things at two seperate times and told Tantalus of what she saw. Tantalus had a foolish way about him as he couldn't keep secrets. The mortal were told and stormed Tantalus's Castle where Sisophus was nude. Jupiter heard the fuss and appeared and turned the nuded Tantalus and Sisophus into a statue to be nude for eternity.
Falsetto: was created from this myth
so say's Friday Shoutjoie of
Mthy's and SSong Music Co.
Year One (b.C.) appears courtsey of
Churd Music Co.
Year One (A.C) appears courtsey of
Earthship Music Co.
Both are sudstuaries of Big Money Music Industries
a Soo- Music and Film Co.
(love story)
She was only 21-when her fiancés life
Was taken with a gun.
They had three years together
And life was getting so much better.
They had plans for a wedding in June
But it ended much too soon.
He had given her a long stem rose
Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.
She took the rose and with loving tender care
With her diary she would share.
She took the rose and cut the stem
And she knew his love would never end.
She knew with time this flower would wither
And die- and that it was a love between he and I.
So she got the silica gel, And preserved the
Rose very well.
She put it into a plastic bag
and vacuumed out all the air.
Then put it into her diary
Where only she could see.
They said it was a down right shame
That he was in the middle of a shootout
Between two rival gangs.
That was when he lost his life
Before she became his loving wife.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
She started to visualize
Of how her wedding day would have been
Had he not been in the wrong place
At the wrong time.
Their life would have turned out fine.
As she placed the rose upon the diary page
Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.
Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?
But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt
Relieving her of all the anger she felt.
Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”
Of a happy life together she was sure.
Life can be comical, and you never know
What it will bring.
But she got pregnant doing her thing.
Then one night when she fell asleep
Into her mind he did creep
And told her these words:
Now you have three things I left behind
My love, a rose, and a child of mine.
When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain
For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.
Resting stop-atop docile table;
it is cold inside of this garage.
Loneliness is my plague that stalks me as if predator.
Collection builds up, forming microscopic mountains; silica dusting this deserted land.
The cat's meow buzzes by (like) bee's knees.
Littered boxes spread throughout this eternity.
Pest crop dust; Lenting out its withdrawn hand-
Fast becomes famine, as fly begins to take on a grotesque new liking.
Feasting on the very own discreet of our misunderstanding.
One foot steps in front of the other.
Two closed mouths’ match locked by four open hands.
Shoe!
Shoe you!
Shoe, you shoe less fast crop dust pest!
Mad brother cows’ bully posted mothers'.
Eyes lose color as lifeless humanities’ remains…,
fluorescent.
Antique actions result in this defaulted character.
Litter shoe box, deserted by its own shoe.
Shoe you.
Shoe you, shoeless litter box of dust crop mad cow pest.
Shoe-You-Shoe!
Moo...
5-18-15
Indonesian folklore and Brazilian god An Puch are in agreement
moldavite, a vitreous silica projectile glass is the remnant of an invasion.
sky people from the Tyraxious Galaxy
left it as a clue when they took the Mayans
dispelling beliefs that Mayans were killed out by disease or an earthquake.
emerald tablet which is here today has mystical powers understood by….
a seventh daughter of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
this crucial tablet fell from alien space ship as it left with the Mayans
if we are to transform into the kindest, purest humans we can be.
until we unlock the secrets and memories of the moldavite tablet
the earth will continue to have a struggle with strife, disease and war.
spiritual beings are unlocking our minds all the time, to elicit change.
knowing when we understand, we will all become one.
because one equals won.
The wind blows clean
scouring in Sakkara, Necropolis of Memphis
gem of Upper Egypt.
The purity of sand and sky
maintained by late rising
in the twentieth century.
The titan walls reach from a sea of silica
crystalline grit of ground quartz
once drowned,
devoured by desert, now disgorged…
the mill of life having preserved
the germ of memory eternal.
Far from the light surge of
incandescent and florescent,
from the leavings of modern man
Sakkara rises again, for such as we to glory in…
Imhotep’s caress of stone, song of sand
Rises, as morning follows night,
Rises like bole of palm
stroking the cheek of Ra.
O vampire of the vacuum!
Nature. Abhors ye thou?
Witches, get aloft on broom!
Do not ask us how!
Poisonous the atmosphere?
Grease thee up the gear.
Song in my head, what you hear!
Last time got severe!
Torrent of the havoc?
In this chaos whirls fast.
Heaven, Hell, thy hollyhock.
Flowers of the past.
Yttrium, silken silica.
From these sheer skewers make.
Underworld god, ravens caw!
Carrion crow, thy cake!
O woody-layered xylem!
Thy water courier: what?
Pain in my soul, your problem!
Hall warrior, every hut!
Spark of meteor, burn the air!
Shine as you descend!
Dead man's fingernails to pare!
Blossom as you bend!
Wit, blow up flame. Brain, thy game.
Nightmare, need ye name?
Kingdom of God, stake thy claim!
Baited for to blame!
Dun dusk, shimmer. Gossamer, set.
Illusion, set. Get.
Portal iridescent, let.
Gambling on the bet...
ONE WORD~
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven, I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
UNITY! Like a common curse
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By: PD
The Pekwachnamaykoskwaskwaypinwanik
Melting and Annealing Process Company
was Established in @029
He was no engineer! He thought he
was smart but he was actually foolish.
One of his Gal Companions told
him to stop breathing on her candy bar.
She liked Mars candy bars and he she said to him
to stop breathing on her candy.
He got an idea from that!
He had heard that Moxie was breathing on the Martian
surface. And
a discussion leaned toward finding diamonds on the Martian surface.
Well days went by and he couldn't
stop talking about the woman and her candy.
A guy told him to change the subject
that he thought
man could use a process to man gold and quarts.
He said One ton of sand and 1/2 ton of iron particles
from the iron grinding industry
mixed with calcium oxide
sodium oxide
and magnesium oxide
he would allow rusted iron and water to form
and would use it to create a reaction
so the oxided slurry would
form over the sand mixture
were a process of quart create and gold
separation could occur. He found the process would take to long to generate wealth: but
he found that a reformation of melted sand could crystalize and create beautiful crystal that would be valuable
in shaping to create valuable pieces.
differential scanning calorimeter
Silver sand
silica- sand
potash and
red-lead.
Referencing to the smallest individual unit a combined entity made up of multiple parts.
Elements : Earth and Air
Beneath a sky I lay in vast emptiness
a desolate Earth of silica, still in silence.
a barren desert burning in hot flames.
quartz and granite in my fields of gold.
My ocean of sand, with a mirage afar
only thorns of hope in my parched soul.
Suddenly you arrive, whirling and slinging
A gale of storm, untamed and possesed
willowy oak needles piercing my grains
in your fervour so violent and fiendish
inebriated and dessicated, yet I fall in love.
thirst of my sand quenches in your Air
full of slivers, in your tumultuous lust
wrapped in your arms in my own dust
we roll and toss together...
we rise and fall together...
In our Embracement you erode me
and in my new dune, I bury your love.
I nurture a new garden in our oasis rain
My Sand and Your Storm ...
When will we see each other again ?
Though I yearn for eternal rest
and free from his violation
I unravel in his charismatic force
compelled by wild dark eyes
I am but a frail heirloom
composed, submissive, spellbound tied
In the arms of uncertainty
a daughter of Athena
enduring loves legacies, courted by gods
desired by many suitors
cursed by others jealousy and ruling reigns
Two immortal flames
mortal eternals, there is no conforming
We drink from the aguarossa
blood-red rose redeemer
in our underworld’s Leviticus larva
naught rituals regress
our binds cannot be broken
Forever rooted in our rapturous rhythm
plucked from poetic plight
I am but sparkling stardust, silica dense
spoiled by his fire, enwrapped in his core,
whilst I dance upon his soul
On a pedestal, where he has taken me,
a gypsum statue on his Tristan thrown,
he jots his visceral venom vignette
entrapping me in bane sonnets
It’s a god forbidden grapnel gameboard,
where dark words rise like blades of passion
in roulette’s rivalry, his cabaret
Goddesses being the hecatomb
in chivalries of chaotic romanticism
I long to be set free, released
from the portrait I am fated to portray
from lovesickness, unbereft of love's vow
from the bound wrists in gyves
free from his violation
I yearn for eternal rest