They want you stoned, emotionally stiff and complacent,
They heavily promote distraction and division
to manipulate the drones into a low-frequency madness.
They desire mules pulling overloaded barges
up and down a dead-end canal
christened a sixty-hour work week.
Within the illusion of hope and free will
they want goldfish people popping placebo pills,
Swimming round and round in a plutonium fishbowl.
Pooping out unicorns and rainbows and cheap thrills.
Unfeeling to the tuna nets closing fast
deaf to the locking of the chains.
They pray for drones with mash meal brains, thinking it honorable
to be sucking bunions off their kings and queens.
Plant or mineral or child.? Or older; gunpowder plutonium ' heavy water
That can split boulders.' Time and
Opportunity day through night; many
Gifts are encompassed, if i am but
Half right? elecric, kinetic, frission
And mice.' All grist to some millers of
Averice and vice.. All have been made
Mechandise, bones renderd down, to
Glue for whatever.? Every country each
Town, A price on each atom of life as
Rationale, seems the hallmark of
Achivement to so many; somehow.? I
See it could be different.' I'll propose to
Offer this view.? Damn.!! The cost of such
Exposure; though. Means my initiatve will
Not make it out to you.'
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It just comes in one sweet, fleeting flavor-
Hate and destruction have evolved.
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved, missiles would sleep in their rattlesnake dens.
Howitzers would become flower gardens.
Black words would reverse course.
Before having intercourse with hate and death.
We're a harsh species, an eight-eyed tumor on fire.
A species on the precipice of self-extinction.
Many are wants -demands -desires.
Instant gratification at our soft fingertips.
Patience and empathy once calloused into the psyche.
Are now mere inconvenience and annoyance,
An open wound on the genitalia of ego
A sterile afterthought.
Hate has evolved into:
The continuous rape of society.
Beheadings have become blasé.
Bloody brooks, streams, and wounded knees.
Poison heavy metal clouds and plutonium ponds.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor.
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry
Screeching against the day
Dooming us all to lay down and die.
We all uttered a final sigh
Nothing for us left to say
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry.
Trembling, our fates cast and chide
Unholy it takes us down one way
Dooming us all to lay down and die.
No longer any charades to ply
To cause respite or other delays
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry.
That bastard who led us to fry
Missiles overhead as we pray
Dooming us all o lay down and die.
Nuclear fire, the apocalypse tries
To decimate the world, plutonium haze
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry
Dooming us all to lay down and die.
Green Eggs and Ham
Bright is cleverer than smart
Take your time cosmic egg
Get there in this rhyme
Posses not my unconscious mind
Just like a seasoned ham
Essence of the soul
La Cremosa classical
Nursery book rhyme
Sam I am
Tall Tale from of gold antiquities
museum of od rot it nots meaning wood
Green stripes outlines of mirth
Giza Plato with plutonium
Green eggs and ham
Nature renews the balance
In harmony empowered growth
Stability in prosperity moon rock
Third rock from the sun
Damnations symphony
strings of rust & bone
A skeletal hand strums…
Gears grind, hell’s teeth bite deep
A skull's silent sight
What secrets does it keep
Twisted dreams turned metal
N Rust, A haunting melody
A world's unjust. Shadows cast
Siren cries arise, From remnants of refrain
Truth that does not lie in silence
Rages in the void
Broken fingers, deft, now devoid
A spectral melody of rust..
Time's cruel symphony
Where skeletons, dance
Upon nights plutonium shores
Whispers in the wind screams unborn
A dance of the damn. Life's dream, stilled
This desolate landscape macabre, haunting
in a shattered heart.
Within the wicked wash
a shekinah crown of thorns
is tossed to you
offered to you.
Hold on to it- titanium tight
faith demands
a blood palm sacrifice.
Keep sextant eyes on the pale horse horizon.
Paddle to that golden island.
One key stroke at a time.
Through the mirage of time.
Stay ahead of famished tides.
The selfish biters of the brine
the plutonium misers.
You've finally arrived.
It was there all the time
the evolution of a pastel mind
the evolution of tranquility
the evolution of eternity
the evolution of you.
The roaches keep launching attacks.
Then scurrying back into Satan's dirty crack.
Covering their backs with the children of Gaza.
Launch, then hide- launch, then hide.
When they lose ground, they call for a ceasefire.
Understand, there can never be peace.
As long as these hellhounds are off their leash.
Nobody in these three-ringed regimes mentions the hostages anymore.
Nobody remembers October 7
or September 11
let alone the holocaust.
Short-term memory problems for those with long-term limits.
Nobody dares to put the bullseye on Iran.
Who has the real blood on their hands.
Billions of U.S. dollars fund the attacks of these ogres.
Whose soul do they own, just asking for a friend?
Get their undivided attention.
Lay waste to the Persian oilfields.
Parch their treasure chests.
Maybe then peace can prevail.
Then the Bedouins of heaven and the children of Christ can rest.
Until then, I think we're heading down the plutonium throat of Armageddon.
While the red bear mauls its neighbor.
The dragon slides steadily toward Taiwan.
Ten asps are slowly surrounding the children of God.
Thousands of buzzards in plutonium nests
scanning the plains of Armageddon
for a couple of beakers of flesh.
But it'll be God who has the last laugh.
When he slings a giant blue stone.
Turns every snake into shattered glass.
There are sacks of rotten rattlesnakes.
In a pit made of acidic hearts and coal flakes.
Bloody stumps where there once were trees of reasoning.
Pinworms have crawled from asses and into their brains.
Three-piece zombies are gleaning peace from our dreams.
They've already forgotten the lessons of 10/7 and 9/11.
The slaughter of our sons and daughters...of innocents.
They've forgotten the cattle cars and ovens of the holocaust.
How easily warlocks and witches whipped devils into martyrs.
Scorpions stinging away at the Star of David.
Their dark hearts looking more like pentagrams...
Making lust with fallen angels and ravens.
Step right up, folks... pick a side.... pick a side.
We're in the Armageddon foothills and plutonium rides.
It's time to draw granite lines and carve up the red beasts.
Guzzle some heavy, heavenly water and have us an omega feast.
Ask not what you know about plutonium
- Ask what plutonium knows about you.
Plutonium in the garden
Uranium next to my shed.
Mushroom cloud in the making.
One tiny blast, and we’re dead!
Just one election cycle ago
Those without masks were scorned
Bullied out of churches and stores
Now it's the other way around,
(sneetches with stars-sneetches without)
They've really got the masses scrambling
dividing us by
skin tone
a bug
chromosomes
a wall of fear,
Division is becoming a chasm
deep and wide
no climbing out
except on the broken neck of Christ.
My- my, how easy it was to control the masses
without firing a shot,
With a blood-red flag and yellow stars
pocked with microscopic bugs,
Nights of broken glass and burning books all over again.
Those with stars, those without.
In case you haven't noticed, our division is their strength.
Our chains are their liberation.
We, the sheep, have surrounded ourselves with ourselves.
The red wolf is picking us off one by one.
Our blood on their plutonium muzzles.
Maybe the antidote IS a semi-automatic
brimming with a hollow-tipped Christ.
Freedom was never for free
Those with stars-those without.
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Wake! Kokura to a novel world of peace
Under the canopy of dark divine clouds
A million deaths and a zillion days of sufferings
Ah! Flown to a distant land
While the holy hands patting your shoulders
Away Nagasaki crying,
… a loud ghostly cry..
When the fat boy shed fireballs from above
Flitting shadows unable to find a cwtch
Death solidified, melted to florid streams
On a boundless billowy sea of hellfire.
Murky minds killing unknown souls
Burnt alive was innocent, wicked and wise
On their knees, a nation bend
Away victory cried,
… a loud cheerful cry…
Ah! Know me first before you please
to squander guns, grenades or guillotines
At least the cognizant me die in peace,
And a better predilection for your choicest blessings.
Silent guns are a hackneyed dream
Begging only for a better aim
Away hope loath to stop,
.. a loud wishful cry…
(The plutonium bomb, Fat Boy, was intended to drop on Kokura City, Japan; but the city was saved by heavy clouds. Now, Kokura is considered as the luckiest city.)
Date of Entry : 17-08-2020
For a science fair in high school when I was a freshman,
I constructed what could have become an atomic bomb,
the only missing ingredient was plutonium.
"I made this," I said to everybody,
"I constructed this device very easily.
Imagine the potential of someone much more educated than me,
but take that a step further, imagine if they were angry."
I dropped out of high school thereafter shortly,
and graduated from The University of The State of NY with a GED.
Oh, and my science project was seized by my local police.
No charges were filed against yours truly,
but I left both the police and all at the science fair in a state of disbelief,
and needless to say, my parents grounded me.
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