Well, those new vampire droids,
are prototypes as of yet.
Though it's reaching that point,
says the Dean at, Bellevue Tech.
Categories:
prototypes, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
1/20/23
Continually facing struggles
Remaining puzzled
Going too hard straining muscles
Punks always out making trouble
Many in labs out to clone, attempts at creating doubles
So many shell-shocked
Others being fools while well off
Too many people quick to tell lots
They either say truth or sell crock
Had to change this
Less of the same
It took an occasional lane switch
Problems incoming, I took on and faced quick
Regardless if you understand the main gist
A lot of phenomenon and this world can't explain it
Don't be an ignoramus
It's not conspiracy or about getting famous
Why do continual acts occur that are heinous
Times were very far from the greatest
I was headed towards the grave if
I didn't get wiser and become one of the bravest
It's been difficult on a daily basis
I need to jump into a lake
Take a break
Gosh dangit
A heart of gold or soul cold like polar ice
To this day, so much is overhyped
And overpriced
Just not the same as prototypes
On top of that we got all these socialites
It never has been so polite
When it came to voting rights
Categories:
prototypes, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
It’s the land of milk and honey,
you fail to see beneath stars and stripes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
The lifestyle seems to come so easy,
lost within stories and stereotypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Just getting by is a catastrophe,
inflation and basic survival snipes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Left coast dreams east coast tyranny,
always seem to be surrounded by hypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Pushing limits is what it was meant to be,
competition gives birth to prototypes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Stay grounded and look carefully,
flooded with media and fancy teletypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey,
hard work holds prosperous and free.
Categories:
prototypes, america, emotions, feelings, freedom,
Form: Villanelle
Gorgeous fragrances, intermingling
Wafting in from many directions
Sensory overload; understood only if you were there.
Peaches, plums, persimmons, marvelous colors.
Each one showing out her own truth,
Being herself, delicate and lovely.
Which ones to choose? Quintessential prototypes of themselves.
A floral banquet
I was the wedding caterer,
about to make choices.
Where to begin?
Categories:
prototypes, flower,
Form: Free verse
We are making prototypes the devil said.
My demons cannot wait until you are dead.
I nearly rose up out of my slumbering bed.
My heart beating fast, my face all red.
I hope you will get my soul never, I said.
Looking for a reliable place to slip from my bed.
The Grim Reaper is an enemy now, all said.
What a nightmare! My face is still red.
Categories:
prototypes, fantasy,
Form: Monorhyme
Why can the world not rid itself
Of this wart on the world body politic?
A man who thinks too highly of himself
Making the entire free world heartsick
Why must we have these Hitler-types
Who disrupt the growth of democracy?
They are, frankly, satanic prototypes
Who thrive on their narcissistic vanity.
Does he not realize the folly of his ways
That all dictators come to a sad finality,
Why does he choose to spend his days
Flaunting vicious international illegality?
The great Mother Russia needs no Putin
She will be greater without this rodent,
Seems we are dealing with a Rasputin
To Siberia this tyrant needs to be sent!
written March 14, 2022
Categories:
prototypes, perspective, political, war,
Form: Rhyme
Monsters in the Room
I’m looking in the mirror
what do I truly see?
Prototypes and models,
of different persons
living inside of me.
I want to rid my mind
of the trauma in my soul.
Things and differences
preventing me
from ever being whole.
A lifetime as a slave,
indoctrinating my brain.
Fear and deception,
given magnitude
and too much fame.
Watching others in society
routinely playing the game.
People watching is tragic
as it magnifies
the retrospective blame.
Why cannot man appreciate,
a woman, a child, the person.
Instead of skin, religion and race
or the true value of
humanity by its name.
We live as a society
with monsters in the room.
Often the only remedy
is a total reset
with the strike
of a broom.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
Categories:
prototypes, anxiety, confusion, depression, feelings,
Form: Verse
Written February 22, 2017
Motivation keeps us dream chasing
Those thoughts that you hold dear to your heart
Until the world falls apart from me missing you
These thoughts of you keep me holding onto
This abstract feeling called love
Now paint a pointillist on a rawhide canvas
On a Native American buffalo drum
But I digress to keep the beat going along
Keep it flowing to waterfalls where angels sing
A song to the siren, listen to her lull you to your last breath
So you thought this was an abstraction of love, not death
But you thought wrong 'cause they're one in the same
It's the name of game when the carousel goes round
Watch it go round, round, and round
A radial diametric where the angles bisect
To prototypes and concepts
From the concave to convex
Do you do it for the money and sex
Or for the only dreamers that we've got left
Yeah you know you've gotta give to receive
This abstract feeling called love
Categories:
prototypes, hip hop, how i
Form: Lyric
God factories abound upon the mountains
and the plans are written in the holy books
but lack consistency from page to page...
reason enough to keep the cubicles apart,
unwired; the laborers are always free
to improvise.
So there are gods for sale
Choose yours.
Some are free of charge
but then the prototypes are never up to date.
Others willingly accept a sacrifice or two
but do expire if not renewed.
There, I just made mine again,
my lump of clay as yet unfired.
Do you like Her? Yes?
It is a pity that I cannot say the same
for yours.
~
Categories:
prototypes, allegory,
Form: Free verse
A small bubble out of Her powers
Expanding into a Vast Universe
The bubble will grow to burst one day
How to halt it; is there any way?
Even God may not Know
Desperate is God, She makes her prototypes
Evolving as humans, expected to save God’s life
Swelling into many, humans confront God’s existence
Biggest mistake by God, paves way for her destruction
Even God may not know
Can you tell me where is God?
Can you show me where is God’s abode?
You wont ever find God, God is no more
Man is only a leftover by God
We may not know
Looking at the sky, searching for God
Some fools among us even think beyond God
They make prototypes of God for their own ends
The universe will burst one day and all will end
We may never know
Categories:
prototypes, imagination, mysterygod, god, may,
Form: Free verse