We, the Children of the Atom:
Whose quantum physics master the balance of past and future.
We remember before and after; to aim them both with hands still enslaved by petty policy and impractical allegiance to the thieves who multiply yet still.
We say now to them: Imagine what we shall do in the autonomy of freedom by your inevitable decomposition, and fear it so.
The world vomited into our trapped laps is to be gone.
The path is lain by the doubling and tripling of the excessive selfishness from the age of lack of humanity born from the latter half of the twentieth-century.
We say now to ye who crafted the failed vestiges of such: Cling lightly to the burnt remains of this trash you left us.
We’ll finish it off, or tear it from your grasp with a wrath of mind, memory, and momentum never before known to this godless rock of unknown origin.
And after, you’ll learn to thank us for casting away the false symbols and idols from the idiocy that is your pitiless ongoing past; and yours only.
Remembered only by those of us to warn the future:
Of how not to be.
Categories:
tripling, age, america, anger, change,
Form: Free verse
It’s Sure not Miss Daisy
Drivin’
Ivan
The Over-Achiever
Be more
Igor
Big Eater Guy
Piggy
Iggy
The Straw Man
Flaxen
Jackson
Street Smart
Joseph
Knows stuff
Serial killer?
Gory
Jory
Would Love to hear from One
Call a
Jonah
The Extra Cautious
Wary
Jerry
So Burdened
Laden
Jayden
Get Him Deoderant
Smelly
Kelly
Being Cloned Thrice
Tripling
Kipling
This Guy Will Do
Any
Kenny
Who Needs To Weight Lift?
Scrawny
Lonny
Who DOES weigh lift?
Brawyn
Johnny
Halloween Lover
Scary
Larry
He’s got Tons of Them
Logan’s
Slogans
The Substitute
Stand-in
Landen
You’ve Got To
See my
Levi
So gross
Lucus
Mucus
More than Enough
Plenty
Lenny
Below Zero
Minus
linus
Categories:
tripling, humor,
Form: Footle
At last,
Education stood to teach.
Acres of agonizing memory.
Hectares of Hecate,
Tripling in advance of nonsense.
Peering round and round in vertical cylinders.
Spun web-less in a lore of forgotten before.
And after, for the sake-less now.
Trudging on to prevent neither from creeping upon the self.
The worry.
The memory of anamnesis to approach.
Guided by prodding pasts and redundant fates.
Ghosts are pasts pretending themselves futures.
Watching the agony unravel from the serfdom of their such.
A medium simply sees the swirl,
And laughs at the penchant for unlit prospects.
Adorning torches to hide lights from contemporary photonics.
I've sieved the lumens.
Sheathed it for sequestered seconds in advance of past, present, and posterity.
Commas written in Oxford language, knowing that a next is sure to follow.
Pretentious: yes.
Shallow: may-haps.
Yet perchance the parchment rolls on, flicked by feathers of ephemera once deigned to be feared.
Feathers quacking on in timid and oily idleness.
There's no point anyways, to a quill, without the spill of ink.
Categories:
tripling, appreciation, blessing, confidence, deep,
Form: Free verse
dark bone-chilling wilderness chant
From horizon rising from a distant North
the summer smiled at the arcing sand dunes
in the lonely desert, echoed by a sandy splash
oasis-flowered waters from a celestial spring
Watered destiny as it grew in her youthfulness
blossoming, while fate plays her major cast
"The villain" of the drama called Life
a brief flutter in life's journey
a memorable one beckons at every step and at every stop
The miles covered are little when compared to
Mirages of success shown like dark seas.
desolation in low spaces
Fear tripling down like little mist.
humanity wandering to infinity
chaos playing the drums for a dance
sanity lost sailing into destination unknown
Categories:
tripling, lost,
Form: Free verse
7/9/20
"Sickening"
This is sickening
And quickening
Not at all, what I was envisioning
Nobody listening
Most chickening
Fidgeting
And limiting
Themselves to the point of being crippling
The effects rippling
And tripling
On top of it, we've got social distancing
Still dribbling
I've been chiseling
And scribbling
No matter what has been incoming
Pivoting
And occasionally grimacing
The temperature freezing, cold, mild or sizzling
The weather icy, windy, calm, scorching or drizzling
Clowns continue giggling
Petty people are still belittling
Over every little thing
Not all that riveting
It's becoming uninteresting
Sometimes I sip, sometimes I swig
Sometimes I flip the script
Even though sometimes it's rigged
Before opportunities are shriveling
And dwindling
Got to get it quickly
And differently
Meanwhile all senses are tingling
Categories:
tripling, dark, deep, poetry, rap,
Form: Rhyme
Now I am off on a really bad trip
Who said the circus was a really good tip,
Millions of lions; chasing me down
A bearded woman, and a killer crazed clown,
People screaming; I'm losing my mind
Psycho hosed elephants; squashing mankind,
Tripling trapeze artists tumbling down
laughing and crying before hitting the ground
then bouncing back up like evil from earth
I thought the devil was coming, and this was its birth,
Suddenly I'm floating in a harbor now
just then what went past me; a swimming pink cow,
Wish I could go back to being myself
or even just normal; like somebody else,
I try to swim now; back to the shore
but each time I do this, the distance is more,
So I keep floating just like a sea buoy
floating along like a broken toy,
My mind has now taken a turn for the worse
and you'll never know; for that was the last verse.
Categories:
tripling, crazy, funny, humor, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Livelihood is in clothing but deprived of its sleeves
sustenance never recognizing a path
to stability and regularity
basic needs tripling into an extended family.
Yet I survived.
Some long time ago, just any cover
above the head was enough and satisfactory.
Hustling creates a rare climbing route
while givers of admiration aren’t ready to loan it.
Yet I pressed on.
Great substance has now magnified such identity
popularity then serves a mind so ‘hand-some’
red carpets, shots and flashes, escort volunteers
sycophants in suits, money-made friends and currency mongers.
The lard labour prior to this victory, no one remembers.
Life is one, but a meaningful one is immortal
any mark can be erased but a stamp stays permanent
in a heterogeneous world both graceful and diabolic
wealth just adds a number to a ringing name
but a hand of great influence
attracts the worship of future generations.
Categories:
tripling, character, cheer up, destiny,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
What Goliath have I created, and magnified nearly tripling it's size.
My wounds are already afflicted before I charge.
What grief has caused me not to rise?
My heart is heavy with such despair, a burden heavy and large.
I lay down my sword because the weight,
yet it is the very means of my defeat.
It's time to rise from my knees, stand strong and straight.
My courage is not in my hands but in my heart.
it's time to play my part, face that giant and really see, he's much smaller than me.
Cast him down so that I can pass and continue on my journey at last.
Categories:
tripling, abuse, addiction, corruption, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme Royal
O lady lovely
how you shove me
into the places of no floors
you take my wishes
and give me kisses
and I forget what I question before
your swift in smiling
and underlining
with your fingers on my...swell
your eyes adore me
for you explore me
as I start fitting in your...well
skin is rippling
heart is tripling
and together we just...fell
Categories:
tripling, happiness
Form: Rhyme