If the people against, the true deniers
could change life
and rebuild the world, they:
Would erase all progress
that exists today,
and return to a nonexistent "glorious
time" of the past...
they would create a world of their own...
where the strongest
would command everything...
There would be a democracy
only for them, where they would determine
who should and who should not...
where permissiveness would reign
for proselytes and dura lex
for the rest...
Conflicts would be resolved
with bullets by those disguised
by power...
To the rich friends, everything...
all power, all glory...
To the poor... all honor
of serving the powerful with
promptness, servitude and quality...
IN BED, TABLE AND BATH!
I postulate ocelots
as proselytes for chocolate:
they’d get word out on the dot;
they’re easy to spot.
And I’d tell a parable
or something comparable,
with a nugget of caramel
to be retold a lot.
Earth brown exterior:
clearly superior;
heavenly interior,
delicious and gold.
Here comes Sir Lancelot,
riding his ocelot.
Yeah, sure, it costs a lot,
but aren’t you sold?
Certain countries in our world have adopted
certain practices for development...
This in recent years...
However, some of these practices exist by default...
But the truth is that most still remain in certain areas...
Here some:
Correspondence courses and tele classes
How get paid fat bills without gaining weight...
How to raise "paper chicken" and
"Cardboard" meat.
Turtle plastic nutrition...
ALSO SELF-HELP BOOKS:
Oratory to convince proselytes,
Machiavellianism course for teenagers
Cretinism course for all tastes,
Scam for all occasions...
There were other important undergraduate courses such as:
EXPLICIT ,SCOUNDREL COURSE FINANCIAL CAMOUFLAGE AND
ECONOMIC MIRACLEIRISM...
TRAINING COURSE fpr ZUMBI.
SUPERIOR PROSELITICISM AND
POLITICAL VAMPIRISM...
Sea of such violent ideas,
why did you create the storms
and the winds... why are you shipwrecked
my time to navigate you...?
Why did you rip me from your
primitive womb?
oh wind, scornful of papers
and sticks... how could you expel
my crepe paper dreams by
pure snort display...?
How dare you breathe my joy
away from the eyes that
followed me...?
Earth, filthy planet
why did you deny the vulture
the glorious mission of
consume me... why did you transform
my meat in seeds
weed...?
Oh world, sinister world
mondo cane... why
you broke my rods
with your sinister claws...?
Oh life how did you make up
with these deleterious to
hurt me... why
you took away my lovers
favorites, to offer
to your favorite proselytes...
But infected...!?
revolted i verse me
against everyone and everything...
Against these damned
that made me come
of a poisoned pleasure...
Wanted platonic love, but you
gave me slice
of love...
remnants of leftovers...!
Amble between animists
Breathe " bygones
Cruise " consequences
Dance " deaths
Exist " experiences
Fly " frivolity
Glide " grief
Honeymoon " hate
Idle " illusions
Joust " judgments
Kneel " kisses
Love " light
Meander " minutes
Navigate " narcism
Ooze " opposites
Prance " proselytes
Quench " quarrles
Run " raindrops
Surf " snowflakes
Think " thoughts
Undress " ultraisms
Vault " vanities
Weave " whispers
Xerox " x & y's
Yawn " yahoos
Zigzag between zygotes
Next Doorness
by Odin Roark
It has not a front porch to sit upon,
Nor a yard of lawn and flowers to upkeep.
Not even a house to keep dark at night,
An upper window for peeking.
Nevertheless…
We suspect this enigmatic visage
Has its own sagacious means to peek at us
From behind closed curtains we cannot see,
An absence amidst our presence,
Boasting darkness
To cast its stealth-like shadow.
Such invisible next-doorness
Never asks for a cup of sugar,
But takes without asking,
Its invisible shroud
Forever with us,
Invited or not.
Such is not the omniscient God,
But our very own man-made proselytes,
The ever-present clandestine eyes
Of duplicitous protectorates,
The ubiquitous satellites.
we are set for the battle of our lives
one which we may not survive
we now have a look at our foes
ready to snap their arrows go
oh! oh! they are our leaders
our own revered rulers
who sent us out to fight
shoot at us with all their might
ten dozen arrows whizz, then countless others
we increasingly lose our brothers
oh! our leaders, callous proselytes
killing us in a war they made us fight
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