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The RedSkull and Prime Earth
sorted the frials of dispair
to combine there effords
against the SuperFreinds
they seek Ugum Bigimous to find the
earthious Prescious
Tabernacle in the Jungles of the Amazon.
The Shere of Orbious shall be unearthed
to bring destruction to
those in opposition of me.
The Ganglioness of Evil shall
fool the men of the Allied Planetary defence
and there disconcern for there wives shall
cause the great divide in all of the World.
Punks and F$ggots shall
find new wives
and new types of discriptions shall
cause men and women to create
new discriptions of Psycodummism.
Whores shall unite with the hope of
coupling. Whoremongers shall stand tall together
in this new deminsion
The RedSkull shall be seen as
the One true Malo amongest all people.
The Mano of Manoes!
"My Kryponite shall destroy Superman"
Little does he know that
the waters of the tainted pooles
of Vallis Aires have transformed Robin into
Theropodious Rapious the exoskelton of the
the combined companies of LexCorp and Wayne Enterprises
shall sheild Superman from the RedSkulls Kryptonite!
Zig du dum Ditty
bebop ditty!
Zuppa Wop Dew Woop!
" The night becomes day only for those who profit to enjoy: might he days of tommorrow warm your cruel cold heart!"
The Red Skull to Superman
Zu Zum ditty
zoop woop dew woo de wop!
"I'm neither frightened or afraid of you Red Skull, pull the wig off to show how much b$tch you really are!"
Superman to the RedSkull
Oscillations caused by interacting magnetic fields and electric currents in plasma.
PRINCE NAMOR THE SUB-MARINER
Namor Mckenzie an Atlantean
though your skin pink
ankle wings
the rest of your fellow Atlanteans
skin colors blue
Under water, under sea lives
the creatures who breathe in water
And though your father
Seaman Captain Leonard Mckenzie
Mother is Princess Fen
Some mortals and scientist consider him the first mutant
For most of his life Namor been fighting air/land breathers
Most of the land dwellers fear him
Only one female human he almost loved
A member of the Fantastic 4
Susan Richards the Invisible Girl
Now before her was Atlanteans Princess Lady Dorma
Namor fought New Yorker's even fought the Nazi's in World War two
In one of his fits of rages on the ice glaciers near Antartica
Namor throws a random ice cycle inside was hero frozen in suspended-
animation
Was hero Captain America
All this happen in the 1960's
This none aging Atlantean
What a watery super hero
Once an Invader, Defender on land, sea, or air
Namor Mckenzie an Atlantean
PRINCE NAMOR THE SUB-MARINER
11/21/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from "anthology Heroic Couplets of Marvel Comic by James E. Lee Sr. Vol 1."
The colored pains are carved onto the back of my ancestors’ history.
My oppressors see my Africanness as a curse,
the rotten fruit of savagery, slavery, and the barbarity of colonization.
The blackness of my skin has made me a suspect since the cotton fields.
I am from the cradle of humanity.
I grew up in a colonial trading post.
My homeland never had factories that manufactured weapons of war,
yet I know how to handle a Kalashnikov like those child soldiers.
My first shock: an infant, cut to pieces and stuffed in a sack hanging from a palm tree.
After the colonial massacres, dead cities to soften the cruelty of a bloodthirsty dictatorship.
I share the same convictions as those independence fighters
that the general’s colonial army labeled as “rebels.”
I am neither a suburban kid nor a ghetto dweller.
I took my first steps in a shantytown of Equatorial Africa.
Some cross the Mediterranean toward the Western tyranny of misery,
while others choose the illicit path to shine in the gloomy cells of capitalism,
lit by the flashing lights of the “Republic of Enlightenment” slavers.
These Western impostors treat Africa like an open-air dump,
while their neo-colonial military bases protect the safety of multinational corporations
that have been savagely plundering Africa’s wealth for centuries.
They finance Islamic terrorist groups so that African dictators
can sing the globalist symphonies of Western democracy.
I am a Sub-Saharan animist like the first pharaohs.
I remember the massacre of the Amerindians
when I see African Americans filling the prisons of a nation born from genocide.
My holy land is Africa.
I will never submit to the negrophobic laws
of supremacists indoctrinated with the vile delusions of the Third Reich.
I remember Pope Nicholas V’s papal bull
when I see the Catholic Church meddling in the political affairs
of Africa’s banana republics.
Slave blood in my veins,
in my heart too much pain, only love, no hate.
My conscience has never been chained.
My criminal record remains spotless,
like the orifices of the Christ’s own mother.
When winters sub-zero arrives !!!!
Attention Homeless !!!
For your survival !!!
For you, who have been forced – by the hand of fate,
by circumstances beyond your control or by your choice
to live in the arms of Mother Nature, the shelter of a derelict house
- no longer a home – or some abandoned building on the fringes.
Come winters coldest dance ( minus six degrees Celsius )
you will be able to find warmth, comfort, shelter and compassion
from the harsher elements of winters by attending
Our Lady of Fatima’s – Knights of Columbus Hall,
located at the corner of Shaughnessy and Fraser in PO CO .
A notice will be posted on the door of Share’s Food Bank,
Trinity United Church 2215 Prairie Avenue Port Coquitlam
when this shelter will be provided for your benefit.
Please pass the word along to those you know
whom we may not reach through our network.
Prepared for winter of 2004 by
B. J. “A” 2
May 24th 2014
Attractive, tall, well muscular and good looking is Mr. Regiani
a beating drum's aura and the charisma of a violin choir
chooses the stars to interact without the need of a telescope
and always in purchase of suits with their own natural fragrances
a mister in the hearts of all in the neighbourhood
not strict, just so selfish, self righteous and domineering
friends with like minds top his priority to his own children
invited guests flocking in to make some of his sons illegitimate
all eyes must turn away from the east because he sees west
all hearts must stay hopeful and dry because his drinks alone
a family so complete and balanced, his uncommon blessing
yet stirs terribly to an ultimate scatter using his own hands
cry after cry, opponents form on both sides of his partition
he then eats and make merry while the least of his blood lie sick
turning a human to camel, the victim comes from near his bedroom
lines up his seedlings to inhale the fart of his rude gaseous release
encouraging mediocrity for the productive to pay heavy taxes
a son grows from boy to man, nurturing the hate of this identity
nature and life stand with him to use history’s angry signature
he stays in the heated court to successfully change his surname
development comes with freedom
but not without sacrifices and determination
mr. Fariba’s liberty and new identity are expressed
as he conquers his father’s heartless dominance.
Sub-atomic particles
the atoms they form
molecules, cell organelles
cells, machinery of life
organs, organisms
communities and ecosystems
planets, solar systems, galaxies
galactic clusters and their inverse
black holes the doors to other
universes, a contradiction
in terms.
For language and its shadow
consciousness must hold matter
the material world snugly inside concepts
theories and hypotheses to be
experimentally verified using vision
and the other senses, collecting data
and interpreting the known facts
accumulated over time.
Can matter
exist without a consciousness to behold it?
Believing in
our mortality (the species)
we have created God
(a supreme being)
probably not carbon-based
to encompass every universe
but is God
inside or outside
consciousness? Can God
tell us what to do
or must we tell God
alone
what to do?
Here is ego
projecting personality, exerting force
on community, asserting the existence
and predominance of component DNA.
An already hackneyed theory that DNA
survival drives
procreation, personality, savings bonds
everything but poetry (most poems included).
Mustache, cowboy hat
horse whisperer, gulag master
Odysseus, King Lear
salvation in the details.
Yes, these personalities individual and interesting
as opossum, bear
oak and ash
beech nut, pine cone
Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
The heart feels cold as the storms come in to add to the ice
The winds of change are coming in like a cold fire
What are these storms as they have come in like agents of Vice
Are these people trying to set my heart on a pyre
My hands are only warm when I leave the chamber of the dark
Coen once asked about the bells ringing
How it makes me feel the joy of a Meadowlark
As I see her face and keep singing
In the freezer I feel the calm energy of the cold breeze
Without you I feel the winds of ice being in the spirit
Maybe this time my heart will not succumb to the freeze.
It is the Spirit!
My heart feels cold as ice and hot as hell
You have brought my heart into warmth my beautiful Bell
Flying high in the sky
living with not a care
no harness there to hold
you really feel so very bare
It's such an exhilarating thrill
now know how birds do feel
flying through clouds and skies
so free this is the real deal!
Everything's so small down there
looks just like little small dot
at moment I see a yellow thing
quite long indeed maybe a plot
It's filled with such little people
my microscope sees such detail
waterproof coats they've got on
maybe out on an ocean sail
Now could it be a submarine
plotting someone's final downfall
bright and yellow oh so clear
getting closer now total freefall!
( just some thoughts about imagining being a bird flying up high, describe what you see down below.)
In this life of people's normality
everyone expects the perfect norm
even slightly less can't be accepted
seems falling short such a storm
Throughout a life of stammering
so many situations are just hard
but one especially was way too much
I was no star where the norm starred
In that college class each were norm
when asked to read aloud by teacher
said couple words then block felt tense
all eyes piercing upon me a creature
teacher said sit get another to do it
felt real sub norm not good enough
but now many years all gone by
moved on to be me despite rough
Looking back had to go deep down
so eventually would come and rise
I count myself norm no matter what
at peace in midst of inward cries
(needs to be edited...this song looks brilliant at first sight already though)
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
Pick on someone your own size…gravity;
I’m pushing you away from me,
For I’m already doused in dismay
Your sub-zero eyes are snowed under by
Sorrow & Happiness
Now, I see the gray of today
We’re lost, soon to be found…
Just don’t drag me down to your own level,
For my lamentation already weighs a pound –
Are you an angel or a devil ? ? ?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
We all want love and the ability
To take flight tonight! ~ ~
We all have the strength and capacity
To take fervor-flourishing flight ~
You are a grand, fine light in this world of woe –
Can you help us fight the good fight?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
Are you a true friend or an undependable foe?
I’m happy-go-lucky-bound and practically unpredictable…
We’re spinning around and round and round…we must search under the table
To uncover most of the clues to the mysteries
In this life that is full of miseries & reveries
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
I will decide to move on today or tonight
Although I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect...this rejection...jaded for life
You vanished from my sight
I predicted you would by catching a glimpse of your sub-zero eyes . . .
Reducing me to tears...
Shedding lies...bringing to life the Lord of the Flies...our hope dries . . .
Now, we're facing our fears