Pyramidal Poems

Idiot savants

Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.

It's "for the greater good" just "flattening  the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste 
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.

Only One True Mattahorn

Matterhorn means mountain peak of the meadows
In a pyramidal shape, she has four faces
Her south face is in Valtourmenche Valley, Italy.
North, west and east faces are claimed by Switzerland.

She has regular avalanches
Her active snow accumulates into glaciers
Others claim they have their own Matterhorn.
There is only one, between Switzerland and Italy.

Anything Like a Comfort Zone

I have just heard of Comfort Zone,
Where nothing reaches one’s safe bone:
One king in one’s own Laughing Throne,
Miles and miles away from deep moan:
From factory man’s loudest groan!
In bathroom “Your Dollar has grown!”
To new suites very sweet soon shown…

But anything like Comfort Zone?
Paradise from Heaven true clone?
Where wealth comes back: The Away Blown
Lost chance regained: The Away thrown…
Pyramidal climb like a cone?

In Nigeria Android Phone
From a boyfriend to his own 
While their Brief Adolescence lasts…

And for years he just starves or fasts.

Angel's Whispered Reminders - To Each In Its Trust

You are what you were; and
What you always will be:
Yourself; unique as that! Awe's for its truth.
Does plainly and simply.

Capping stone of what in
A lifetime's compliments
Rise, pyramidal, for. Day's slavish whispered
"You're doing well" augments.

City of Joao Pessoa

The green that dresses the city,
changes color and clothes
in the flowering of the jambeiros...


ps
jambeiro, red-jambo · Scientific name. Sysygium malaccense (L.) · Family Myrtaceae · Medium-sized tree, up to 20 m tall, with a pyramidal crown, ...PS

A Deservedly Misunderstood Driver

A Mitsubishi breezes out of the South at Seven,
The North storming at Eleven;
The driver’s continual worrying of gear five,
The tires of the machine ever roaring alive;
In pyramidal slights of screaming passengers
Now-turned doom-alerting messengers.


It’s a driver clearly going bananas,
His remarks classically proving his uncivil manners;
Kano pedestrians openly mad at him,
Now and then attacking him as a team;
Fears that he ‘d been weaponizing his journeys,
Each murder charge circumventing with bribed attorneys…

Always about spillage of blood on a coal tar,
Which he had their bills settled in a lone bar;
The other day, all the passengers dead and cold !
Driver and conductor assisting ambulance told;
Only minor injuries to driver’s finger nails
And serious injuries to conductor’s toenails.

The Mystery of Egypt

The glory that was Greece; the grandeur that
was Rome. The mystery of Egypt and
the Pharaohs' giant tombs. A Sphinx-cat
guards all treasures past in Ancient Egypt's land

Today the Sphinx bears witness to miles and
miles of sand.  Glory faded, dessication
~ Pharaohs' pyramidal desecration



         Iambic Pentameter

Cryptic Riddle

Frozen in stone a lion kneels in a sandbox built for four,
Guarding a gate to the galaxy which breathes beneath the floor.

Nearly thirty degrees north and thirty-one east,
On a map should your finger prick,
Shall be where one may find this beast,
Whose dry tongue gives a scratchy lick.

Nineteen and two thirds north and nearly ninety-nine degrees west,
The sun and moon stand with a serpent adorned in winged dress.

Between two lands that share a name,
Though they’re called by cardinal direction,
And above their center which we call the same,
There crumbles these three Dead erections.

At each location they were confused as crypts,
In truth they’re electromagnetic spirit ships.

Sailing by mystic and astronomical cartography,
Embalmed passengers travel via quantum topography.

Made of LAMb which goes well with jelly of MINT,
Tick-TAK-toe connected specks reveal such puzzling hints.

Align the lines within this rhyme to see between the middle,
To see that which I refer to in this pyramidal riddle.

Sarcophagus

I long for these ancients to speak to me
but we have rescued them from the world of the dangerously alive
and plummeted them into a vast pyramidal tomb sealed with wax.
It is a tomb of glass, where the preserved fustiness of eras past
can slowly shed any traces of the epithelial cells that crafted them. 

I see the painted sarcophagus, but not the Pharaoh
only the ghost of the one who painted its symbols and hieroglyphs.
A few spatters of red paint encrusted on her face, the smell of oils,
a reward of coins, a night of victorious cries of pleasure,
and in the morning, a mere woman checking the alabaster jars so
her unused paint would not dry to powder like the Pharoah’s blood.

Personal Pyramidal Poetry

I
AM
THE
ONLY
HUMAN
CALLED
SHERWIN
BALBUENA

Pyramidal Design

Tucked away in tiny alleys
Golden secrets in pyramidal design,
Tumbling layers of flats and homes
In blocks of cream and golden limestone,
Indistinguishable behind screens and doors
And built to withstand the heat and cold.
Fertile land farmed in terraced slopes
So precious it’s preserved for crops,
Animals seem hidden away
In sunken pits, not on display.
A different world in the Mediterranean,
So much so it is a haven
Of safety from the wider world,
Let’s pray it can be preserved.

Knight

~From Pink I saw your dark light
Maroon in June a Moons full bright
sight lasting though timeless Write.

Red Dragon hand on my face print
sands of visions freed in the Wind
spins my mind my rhyme sublime.
Chimes. And my hand fits the Light.

In the Tower I work. Mach is my
drive number of 155 Phi.at Santa
Cat's brat... or was that a Spockling
I see? Diamond Minds.Indeed!

Pyramidal primordial Elemental
essential sentient OmniPresent
Omni.Scientifically potent OM
of Mind. We called you Rhyme.
And you came. MasterPeace Caster...
Knight.TheGreat.Writes.Name

Lost and Broken

Lost and broken

lost and broken
from the poison
anointing the scorpion
scorched with venom
desert prints left in the sand
pyramidal systems
leave the nomadic intrusion
with best solution
retribution
such an intrusion
delegated promotion decided
pull the towers down 
with a conspiracy right before your eyes
but know one sees or believes
take the ideology of a secret race 
left to pick up the pieces in this horrible place
so ask the question and be aware
beware of fair pages
left to us throughout the ages
life and stages
wages being given
writing checks and spitting
the taste so sour
paid for an hour
see the tower 
so much power
banking left slanting
demolition strictly fiction
ambition to
and asbestos closed
smoke scars the fearful empire
fluoride dreams 
of teeth being cleaned
to expose poison
to us and our ancestors
industrial vans full of cans
aluminum strands
standstill and everybody ill
standstill
industrial                
                                             19/03/06 Sean Joseph randy McMahon sun

The Attic Room

Dust motes swirled a pirouette, ponderous stardust 
in the light shaft capture, straight as a die; 
fired to my chest from the crack in the tiles' armour, 
right on target, unnerved my eye. 
Laser sighted from the sun, a dot of vibrant gold, 
I froze and fixed on it's accurate dart, 
it's aim was painstaking and true as death 
struck the naked breast, drilled my heart. 
There was no real pain, just imagined, 
no fatal wound nor spurt of black gore 
to decorate the dust drab attic wall 
and spill my life across the floor. 
Stood here forlorn, forgetting my reason, 
the crawlspace and pyramidal ceilings 
mirrored then the yawning of my mind, 
that chamber of decompressed feelings. 
And you, your ghost, or a scent of what we meant, 
breezed in, grave trespass upon my cold reverie; 
and the inner child wept of grief and longing 
for things to be the way they used to be.

Ageless

I have nothing else to give
From the bottom of a febrile heart,
And ageless is this love
Growing younger by the passing day.
Pyramidal like champagne, cascades
In its purest concept,
Bubbling as the crystal stream
Cleaves the blackest rock.

To expose the fertile soil
And perpetrate impassioned rites;
Copulates my dusky soul with
Fever burned of fearful death.
I have nothing else to give
From the singing depths of sanctuary,
And ageless be this love
Breathed 'till the dying breath.

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