What’s natural is rarely kind.
It’s what grows in leaps and bounds
From chaotic paranoia in the abstract
To orderly mitosis in the particular
An avalanche of exponential divisions
Until all resources are consumed
All space filled
And the cancer of desire
Meets its end.
Death is the end after all
And likewise the beginning
Each moment needing a start and stop
Somehow jumping the gap between,
Flavoring the next
With the scent of the prior.
The horrible truth is everything that is,
Is natural,
With it’s own particular shape in time and space
Whether man-made or not, random or not,
Or by design
By who knows what, how or why.
We can do our best to make it different, but
Nature still is rarely kind
Because it always has the bigger picture,
Firmly held within it’s mind.
(11/22/24)
In fire are we born,
children of the wind, the rain,
the raging storm.
In dreams do we succumb
to the wane of reason
as it becomes undone.
In thunder rumble, growls, snarls ferocious
with the lightning flash that follows
do we live and die in the soul's mitosis.
In the midnight flight
do we escape the torrent
of the fire burn delight
My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral.
The site of my injection.
The venom attacks
the mitosis of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over,
like a spinning carousel.
Within my psychedelic psychosis divided by hell’s malignant mitosis,
Navigated by narcotized neurosis absorption through opiate osmosis…
Within my lunatic leverage of will, I needed to miraculously madly mill,
The negligent neurons of my ill amidst a faltering fragment of my spill.
My eyes that bear the bevel upon derelict distortions of a devious devil,
Laboring the leprous level of the seismic seizures that I neatly nestle…
In the abyss of my lacrimal laugh, I stand segmental with my satirical staff,
Decorative deceptions on my behalf as I stare at the world a genuine gaffe.
No real resolution to ponder for the quicksand of mind quivers yonder,
A sinkhole of a weeping wander amongst sacrifices of a slaving squander…
Thus in my sanctimonious seclusion within my catacombs of confusion,
The universe disperses diffusion along with programmatic parallel illusion.
June.06.2019
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 5'th...Thank You
Non-umbilical zero soul genome clones
manufactured in a petri dish
Mad scientifically chosen to replace the human race
Android usurpers to the sentient throne,
tech grown in a synthetic uterus
Flawed creations who wear a polymeric cyborg face
Unemotional ... robotic
Machine devotional,
seduced by encrypted code hypnotic
Programmed to fight for survival,
using any means necessary
Terminate all existential threats —
compassion was computed
to be
an illogical weight to carry
Prime directive:
Seek other non-human species,
saying the Root Fungi come in peace
Speak with mushroom persuasion,
malware steal technology like a thief
Upon every Trojan horse occasion,
worm into the host alien core beliefs
Spread the Earth spore virus,
infect the universe with parasitic seeds:
Nanobyte mitosis
creating a subterranean cloned identity
Inorganic neurosis
transmitting AI binary progeny insanity
A Mind Robber
Out of my mind had made a spectacle
Because about everything I was skeptical
And when upside down had been landing
Commanding lead were not understanding.
What was wrong with my awful approach
When on all others it always did encroach
And is reason many are now hysterical
After finding out I am horribly heretical.
Maybe it just might have been mitosis
Combined together causing a meiosis
As result of some resounding synapsis
That probably suffered from many mishapses.
I am beginning to believe without any doubt
This is what Trump truly is really about
But instead of being a joiner and bright healer
Was presumed seen in Pittsburg being a Steeler.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
Trump is a robber and stealer of people's minds
As well as scalper of their behinds.
I am strong for I have walked an empty road of hopelessness. Cancer is the mitosis of good and evil, strength and weakness. I walked the walk and felt the pain. It oppressed me like a large volcano erupting into the atmosphere, spewing debris in my body. One day, a mutation of love morphed into the planet and freed me forever of the agony. I walked the walk, it is for that, I can talk the talk. Thanks be to our God for the recipe it made me strong and free because you made the strides.
Written by: Jeralyn D. Tolliver as a tribute to Shaun Alan King, Chemist and Roderick Alan King, Physicist. Also anyone suffering from this terrible disease and any queen bees working on cures. Also, I have to add, that this poem was inspired by my friend Mary, cancer survivor.
RNA or DNA polymerase, an enzyme, protein, attracted to
promoter molecules in the polypeptide chain causing a zipper
motion and transcription of the code, a duplication of codons,
introns and exons, and so it goes, sharing and unsharing electrons.
These attractions and repulsions, coming near and going far
in nanounits or light years, fail to explain things permanently
but make possible the technology to live long and well, with personality.
It is a form of governance, the governance of elements, elements are now
apparently our gods. Learn all you can about their laws, their names,
their needs, read their poems. Only the mentally unusually sound would,
given this knowledge, agree to the process of fertilization and mitosis.
However,
organisms go round then senseless via involuntary respiration. Therefore,
Pilot Oh Pilot Me.
Desiccated stems scattering amid taut hands;
Lingering footsteps among conjoined velvet roots;
The interval’s inertia an anxious psychosomatic swell.
This once stale earth is now littered with perpetual fractals;
A kaleidoscopic reverence descends in mute pulsating breaths.
Stretched faces adopt the slithering temperament of gnarled bark;
Snatched sentences break and collide in waves of meditative mitosis;
Incessant cyclical (e)motions converge on a bluntly obstinate awe.
Luridly tremulous marvels stalk beside perambulating horrors;
An ethereal world saturated by fresh irrefutable certainties.
Space suspended beneath an impulsively precipitate sky;
Staggered exodus governed by periodic disorientation;
A dazed echo lingers and reality becomes an escape.
The cell is undergoing mitosis.
Spindle fibers pull the chromosomes away
toward the poles of two daughter cells.
A black widow spider with an hourglass on its back
doesn’t seem to scare the porcelain doll at the spinning wheel.
The stationary figure shows no emotion
as the sands of time accumulate at the bottom.
The process will soon start all over again.
Mitosis
movements
wrap together in
pulsing conduits
of vibrant vigor
to nudge
the prod of
creation
until all
division lines
fold down to
ampersands
welcoming
liberated
hands
operating
in unison
despite all
individualistic
instincts sordidly
hoarding for
dominion of
identity
denying
the swirling
dependencies
holding all
bodies in
godly
orbit.
Using drill-sergeant precision,
the tank rolls through the lab
brimming spastic with drive
expedient to mine approval,
displaying can-do gusto
capable of fawning
up the ladder.
Beneath the hood, he charges
headlong into the viral putty
that liquefies somber knees
before hailing forgiveness
for hampering the fiber
set by vast divinity
never denied.
Decades of genetic sampling
present many puzzle-pieces
for breaking down strength
of code at a cellular level,
like dominoes in a line,
until life's sequence
gets plucked.
The equipment confirms the
databanks stirring premises
of scarred protein markers
and aggressive mitosis, a
triumphant emergence
of a newly patented
corporate life.
The autonomic response seeks a trigger
within familiar brainwave states of being
to toss aside the conflict of conscience
inherit behind the valor of mortal peril.
A batting eye or moistened lip sends
corpuscles on a dance of endorphins
pattering in time to the mother pulse
that stirs the fiber of chattering bone
defiant beneath flexing musculature
soaking up lipids and protein strands
to quake the bleached core of form
that lines us erect with proud notions.
Within the field directing our gait
are ricochet messages from cohorts
and scoundrels with intent on returns
reigning dominion over human action.
The structure of the machine grinds
regardless of purpose or preference
until cellular matter loses gelatinous
resistance from such bombardment
of sigil energy and profit centers in
constant dialogue with all instincts
selectively pursuing black or white
in balance with the Boolean hoard
shaping the appropriate margins of
acceptable thought processes until
sharp knifes cure our insufferable
ideas of mitosis feeding liberation.
The frozen male gamete is injected into the
bovine beast of burden and succour.
Months later, through the miracle of mitosis, a
juicy cut of prime passes through the birth canal, both
beautiful and bloody.
Steadfast child of some eastern divinity, I have faith that this creature was born
to meet his end on some surgical-steel golgotha,
and nourish me as bits and pieces cut and portioned on my dixie plate!
-note-
I am not a vegetarian.
A cream egg melted into chocolate mountains
as I tripped over shattered rainbows,
trying to hide in raindrop spaces,
those places where puzzle trees ponder
the life of meaning.
Inhaling skin, turns outside in
and a womb is deaths sanctuary,
with its cord wrapped about a casual arm,
Dali-like,
and nobody screams loud enough
to shatter a whisper,
played to empty thoughts
of Siamese twins related by a heart,
waiting on a scalpel divorce.
Fingering the whole of innocence lost,
while childhood rolls like sweat down a thigh,
and the warm wet circle of bullets persuasion
extinguishes the hope of resurrection,
‘til twisted sheets are cleansed again.
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