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she’s the anorexic vampire
just can’t stand the sight of gore
and she’d rather starve to oblivion
than bite necks any more
she’s resigned to a long hunger
she won’t be holding her breath
for when you are a near immortal
it takes eons to starve to death
she has an ethereal beauty
almost transparent in her look
she’d grace a glossy cover of
any monthly ladies book
she could wear the latest fashions
become a cat walk queen
an ultra slim clothes horse
thin as you’ve ever seen
her story has a happy ending
for after lots of confusion
she topped the waiting list
for a monthly blood transfusion
and she graces tv chat shows
in the wee small hours of the night
just so long as she’s back in coffin
before first morning light
she’s the anorexic vampire
though only we know
in line for discussions
for her own tv show
but she’s not really bothered
doesn’t honestly give a heck
just so long as never ever
need bite another neck
The thrust of salvation's revelation;
Straight from the buckle of the Bible Belt -
Crusading on a plan of what they felt:
"The World for Christ in One Generation."
Their causes - all so specious and remote:
Ban dance and drink and feminist pursuits;
Then, Prohibition passed by their recruits
Of Congressmen who pandered future votes.
And now, a hundred years from past mistakes,
The politicians are once more enthralled
To recast government - advising all
To think and act and vote one way - their take.
Erosion of the aims our Founders sought -
To separate State from religious ties
Because they feared what then could be devised:
Alliances that Kings and Crosses wrought.
Yet, persons seeking faith identities
For personal spirituality
Can lose their way through a conformity
To doctrinaire religious entities.
Religious rightists craft a host of things:
Electing "friends" to legislative seats;
Appointing judges who share their entreats;
Controlling rights and thoughts and what that brings.
And, banning books the obtuse criticize -
The followers of simplemindedness -
Sheer ignorance at best - no more, no less,
Who wander through their world of contrived lies.
Yet, some espouse a "Theocratic State"
To make us like Iran's dictatorship
That keeps all paople under yoke and whip;
A western styled and brokered caliphate.
This prospect so absurd and ill-advised -
The essence of a Theocratic State -
Undemocratic doctrines we should hate
By muddled thinking "mullahs" in disguise?
We ought to learn what history decries:
A harsh reality that forms a trap
When politics, religion overlap.
Stop tempting Fate with blinders on our eyes.
"Give Me Your Tired" posted 7 Jun 2021
i'd join the morning person's club except their meetings start before noon
early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and beat
they make clocks to tell me when to get up i need one to tell me why
a bicycle cannot stand up by itself because it is two-tired
my wife got tired of hearing my zodiak puns it taurus apart
teen's concept of an early bird: one who wakes up at the break of noon
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"Just Asking (part III)" posted 14 Jun 2021
wow, is that an optical illusion or am I just seeing things?
why does the sun on the raisin bran cereal box wear sunglasses?
why are wise men and wise guys considered opposites of each other?
when styrofoam companies ship their product what do they pack it in?
if swimming is so great for the figure then how do you explain whales?
how does the person who drives the snowplow get to work in the morning?
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"It's All In A Name" posted 21 Jun 2021
i visited a new dating website in Prague they call it ~ Czech Mate ~
there's a new contraceptive on the market it's called ~ i kid you not ~
my vote for the best beauty parlor name of all time ~ curl up and dye ~
good name for an ultra-conservative fashion boutique ~ clothes minded ~
maybe you shouldn't name your brand new restaurant ~ eater's digest ~
perhaps this plumbing company is worth a gamble ~flush or full house~
[humor attribution: #2 and #5 Edmo Snord, #3 and #6 are actual company names I've seen, others found online of unknown origin]
"Random Brain Guano (part III)" posted 28 Jun 2021
children are hereditary if your folks had none, neither will you
the best remedy for your bad memory is milk of amnesia
buy your valentine a bikini it's the least you can do for her
i tried making a belt out of watches it was a big waist of time
my toddler kept chewing on electrical cords so I grounded him
sometimes Bigfoot is confused with Sasquatch Yeti doesn't seem to mind
"There beyond the fragments lays the Big Dripp!" The headlines read the Big Dripp Losses in Japan. I never thought we'd hear from him again. His oppoents is said to have been paid to rough him up to make him shut up. But the guy won the rematch nights later in Japan: to the dismay of many people in the industry. Again another company seeing his weakness signed there champion against the external sponsored enitity. The match was only promoted for one month:but it was a pay per view sensation. The main event match wasn't even the match The Big Drip was in. He had the Worlds Champion on the middle card with people around the World interested. The Worlds champion lost at 31;49 and the secondary title was slated to be recogniuzed under the newly Ultra United worlds Championship which the Big Drip left the areana with. Before the main event was even announced in the areana the Big Drip had secured a spot on an independent wrestling shows live broadcast. He challenged the last remaining challenge to the external company's challenge. He mde many in the industry angry! People and some audeince memebers didn't like what they saw. They had taught there people to aspire to be greatest in the Major leagues and these indeoendent start-ups came along and disrupted the dlow of business.
What awaited The Big Drip was the largest Comapny in the Wrestling Entity, they saw the fly's circling around the pile and would somehow find a rememdy to the problem. Removing the source and the attraction seemed to be how the remaining obstacle would approach handling The Era of the Big Drip. Once his challenges were complete the independant sponser would fully be revealed. Turning th Wrestling World on it's end didn't seem to be a smart idea, but it had worked. But to many these new reporters and audeinces were outsiders to the industry only coming in to see this new spectcl which could only be a spot along a down side to were people would loss interest in competitive entertainment and would look to this redision of sports wrestling as something fabbish and only a cheap pop spot.
“Morning Star”
There, a Morning Star rose in the East
and reclined in the left side of my brain.
I called them Morning.
They called me Butterfly,
pinned me to the wall like I was an example
of what they thought love was like.
Prisoners are us, in this state of undress.
There is some pleasure in the pain
of a heart in full thrust, bursting open
like a dark, dark red rose.
The perfume piercing all senses,
intoxicating in full bloom, soft, full of dew,
inviting a kiss at close quarters
in their hard velvet time.
Face turned upwards
towards the wide smile of a burning sun,
arching Morning Stars and the immolation of fiery whispers
against the neck of a Van Gogh mind, the eyes fragile green stems, Monet irises swaying,
flecks of ultra-violet scryed within the treasure-pools of a twin flame reflected.
Gold stamens leave their trails like honeyed addictions, deliciously wicked;
Ochre-yellow ribbons tied around the tall stories of a whispering Oak forest,
the boundaries breaching the fire-shot hares and their blue-grey ghostgum sighs.
The ancient laws of desire -
distinguishing lust from love -
swallow us undigested, swept under the rugs of their Gideon pages.
Preying upon us, strange cardinals in their cloistered nests
in such complex states of red unrest, shake the boughs, to move leaves like fingers
that trace noughts and crosses over our naked hearts, sowing seeds in our breasts,
sliding their weathered veins all over our minds, shattering the blanched crystalised,
making the limbs of our stories flesh-borne, come alive.
We kiss under fresh, poisonous holly like it’s a new year.
The risks that we take for love,
the road to hell is paved with good intentions –
wearing fleece o’er wolf’s skin –
as below, so above;
The course of a full day never lets up.
The Sun rises in the east,
The Sun sets in the west.
We burn in between.
The embers of fire glow within the Moon’s luminescence,
ignis et aqua arriving like a tide hushing the prescient ocean
rocking the slick undertow - lux noctis aeterna sub silentio -
like a clam to be opened, a pearl to be plucked
from the fathomless depths of another dimension.
Over and over again, small victories are given up.
The shell discarded.
ex tenebris lux
Candide Diderot. ‘26
Fire woman danced wildly, her flames shot skyward.
Lone wolf hunkered down in deep shadows
Popping and kicking, she rose higher than ever
Illuminating the woods in a ultra-luminous glow
Wolf’s yellow eyes stared at Fire woman.
She was powerfully glorious, she owned the woods.
Her flames shot up, disappearing into the cosmos.
The stars accepted them gladly on this cool October eve.
Fire woman laughed with an insanely uninhibited laugh.
Lone wolf watched, wishing she would incarnate into a She-Wolf.
Her self-confidence brought beauty to the forest tonight.
Her flames rose higher, appearing as glowing orange fireflies.
The wind turned her flames in a new direction, pointing to Wolf Man.
Fire woman and wolf were immediately more aware.
Their senses on fire now, anticipating something dangerously exciting.
If only I could transmogrify, Fire woman thought with longing.
Within the hour she had incarnated into a magnificent she wolf.
Lone wolf met her at the top of the hill where they howled at the moon.
Bleach - disinfectant
fly and hairsprays
polish - air fresheners
used everyday
In our homes
without a thought
whilst the planet around us
becomes out of control
Smog from rush-hour traffic
on the urban scene
irritates the chest
but then leave what you don't see
Chlorine in the
swimming baths
our work's not done
better change them to ultra violet
Oil prices gone up
while our fossils have gone down
yet fumes burn off in furnaces
straight into the clouds
We're digging out gemstones
creating deeper mines
We've dug for years for coal
and now hydraulic fracturing - we're fracking
What of the gases
that protect our Earth
The holes just getting bigger
yet we're not being heard
We are opening Earth's crusts
increasing vehicles on our roads
using all our silver - using all our gold
whilst the Earth dies screaming
And meanwhile whilst we live
in our ignorance
Generations that follow
will have health suffer in horrendous penitence
Form:
I need your ultra desperation
your ultra conflagration of love making exhilaration,
I want your ultra shout and pout
give me your slap attack
the amber of your abuse, the saffron of your emotions,
I crave the playful plenitude of your ultra uppidy attitude,
you let me experience hyperventilation at your disappearance
then inflation of euphoria in my Heart's utopia by your reappearance,
I want to know your ultra sadness
that song you share with the twilight of despair,
your ultra madness, your vortex of female complex,
I desire your hot and haunted psychology
your genius of ultra ingenuity, the pulp of your passion,
sometimes you love me most when you hurt me
a pathology of love cut sympathy that I can handle best,
earning the ultra soft surface of your pillowed chest
where I can rest the weight of iron soul, and slumber at your behest,
I want the whip of your hips and the sip of your lips,
I want the pleasure plethora of your ultra vulva
to access the pagoda of your sexual yoga
to concoct in you the froth of organic soda,
I want your Gospels and Revelations
the Path and the Wrath, your cross of ultra conquest
the morning of your ultimate ascendance
the midnight of your ravishing bite
the bounty of your breast and the burn of your brimstone
give me the lyric of your ultra breath,
your ultra love keeps me alive!
J.A.B.
Just another Colorful Day
As the radiant sun emerges beyond a faded
black shroud
The horizon turns quiescent then emanated
ultra bright yellow.
A flock of birds effortlessly maneuver below
a speeding silver cloud
Settled on a branch with white wings folded
eyeing a lush green meadow.
Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are too
Preoccupied with their struggle
To have to do anything with vanity
The healthy believe they have found the Elixir of life
In moments of depression,
The diseased feel they are a spent force
Those in power believe it lasts for a lifetime
And, therefore, will do anything to stretch their lifespan
The wealthy believe they can acquire power
The powerful realize they can amass wealth
Those who have both feel they are
The God of all things living
And the world must bow to them with reverence
The mafia lord chuckles, he’s the one the world must fear
He can be arrested by the police chief
The orders must come from above,
The minister who is a politician
However, the politician takes orders from
The mafia lord to remain in power
Both have a weakness,
They are the disciples of a ‘Miracle Godman’ Baba
Who has received much of their wealth in donations, and
Has a relentless grip and spiritual control over them
Baba has sprawling ashrams and uncountable fanatic
Followers who will kill or be killed at his behest, but Baba
Will make policy decisions only after consulting his secret
Mistress who has a hold over the Baba,
She keeps herself from the unforgiving spotlight
One disciple who is close to the mistress knows this little secret
Baba’s mistress is squeezed by this disciple who keeps
Blackmailing her but is afraid he might be eliminated
Before he can escape from the grave he has dug for himself
But escaping is not an option as his beautiful young wife is
In the clutches of the charming womanizer, Baba
It somehow appears all have lost their sanity
The poor man sleeps not in the bed but under it
With just one thought, what will tomorrow bring?