How funny, I only pretended to sleep.
Even while you were talking about me.
Such a perfect pout twisted up the truth,
I may be young but I am not childish.
Even while you were talking about me,
even when I was talking to myself.
Mine’s the only opinion that matters.
Such a perfect pout twisted up the truth
into a tight knot that kept on tangling.
I only pretended not to notice.
I may be young but I am not childish,
I’ll let you believe that I did not hear.
Variant silence shows everything’s changed.
the moon shines above
yet variant frogs make noise
around the calm pond
Spawn Variant, with powers unheard,
With magic and strength, your every word.
Shadows and darkness, your timeless reign,
Variant shows a world that's not in vain.
With flick of wrist and flash of light,
Variant transforms the world in sight.
Changing landscapes with spells so rare,
Anything is possible in Spawn's dark lair.
Rivers run red, with blood and fire,
As Variant's powers take gamers higher.
The mountains rise, with peaks so high,
As Variant's magic touches the sky.
The creatures are fierce, unnerving, and bold,
But Variant's magic makes them cold.
With every wave of your hand, you instil the fear,
So that everypath, every step, every end is clear.
With powers so vast, Variant guides the way,
Changing the world, with what you choose to say.
A different world, a new way to survive,
With Variant at your side, bringing you alive.
So come one, come all, join the hunt,
Unleash your powers, and take the stunt.
Embrace the shadows, and rule the land,
For Variant is here, with magic so grand.
I guess 44 billion dollars is
the price tag to change the world;
We could have done it for free
if we just walked away,
let it become a wasteland
fall apart and decay;
Money with a side of hyperconscious;
The root has to be pulled up and gutted
to allow something advanced to grow;
Visionary with an unbeatable hand;
Gambler with no need for a win,
driven by a voracious hunger to
unlock human transformation;
Incorrigible curiosity, how far can we take it?
Sparks without tools can never truly catch;
Money burns,
aflame in fiery madness;
Maybe 44 billion dollars is
the price variant to save the world.
Variant Seasons
David J Walker
I
Indecision has never been
my intention
My lifes work summed up in
short sentences
I greet the morning sun
head-on
and about-face to the west as if
it might be the last
it might have been the best
but I don’t know
and may never know the rest of
the variant seasons
II
I have time yet to grow older
Gravity takes its toll
Words become bolder and gardens
yet to harvest need water
there is yet another summer
Autumn has placed its order
Winter bivouacs in Northern quarters
Spring is the thing in doubt
Fear is the New Variant
Fear when you go outside
Fear from where you reside
Fear when you’re at home
Fear when you’re all alone
Fear of family and friends
Fear that never really ends
Fear that consumes you whole
Fear is just meant to control
Fear in believing all the lies
Fear is when freedom dies
Fear makes you comply
Fear never asks why
Fear will never really help you
Fear will effect everything you do
Fear is toxic in everything you say
Fear will act out in a strange way
Fear will change how you think
Fear will push you to the brink
Fear doesn’t have to take control
Fear will never make you whole
Fear gives anxiety of the unknown
Fear, let it go, make your life your own
I
Times when one had right to stop one's Beloved
From leaving on a trip, urgent but uncovered
For these times. Omicron has made Africa notorious
But Level 1 Lockdown prevents me being imperious
So, freedom still reigns in my home, we say goodbye
Mind flies ahead to the return (Quarantine or Reunite)?
II
Traveling mercies, LORD, for my Beloved; all who travel
Within nations and across them (though UN heard the quarrel)
Keep them wise, safe, Covid-free, but otherwise kind
Challenges to health and love we've had; when we began to unwind
Urgent pleas and chauffeuring arise. Church on Sunday remains
The focus of my being and those evangelized. Living to break chains
In those early days we bought a used TV set.
A gypsy fortune-teller
had predicted many televisions
in our life together.
Thus when the TV conjectured
the possibility of a global plague,
it commenced to reprogram itself into our future,
to electronically dream-up the year 2023.
We had to look away from the screen,
documentary shows were showing too much;
we were forced to ponder our relationship -
to consider being locked into just one channel.
Then tomorrow slowly somnambulated
out into the blighted, deserted streets.
Somewhere within an old fuzzy screen
you were already disappearing.
COVID is here again, perhaps in a more virulent form,
Dealing with the day-by-day stresses is now the norm
Still, so many continue to make this a political football,
When it is definitely not a comedian’s clumsy pratfall
How foolish are they who ignore the call to vaccinate,
Frequenting dangerous places where it can replicate
Denying the efficacy of the currently-approved shot--
So far, the only effective deterrent to COVID we’ve got.
It saddens me that some folks are simply being stupid,
When we have opportunity to see this virus booted.
written July 31, 2021
meagre mortal should scarce think he enjoys
for eerie enjoyment only to unborns coil:
punctured pleasure easing pain
does not sit you in leisure's taunted train
do you think you've won punctured patience?
yet you've begotten sassy sentience!
if a gaunt grape tree bears pear
what's your contention, or boar bear?
trade not lanky love with a lout
make moaning ocean her pool, she'll pout
give what'ver you love to cherish
it's better to be dead than undead, callous clips
you're described by what you do
sun is ne'er a pool, or vanity, voluptuous view.
'20:05:24:09:30
Note: of voluptuous vices.
I have seen the light, the clarity of day
blazed white a cosmic causeway
to sub-cortex target secreted behind
this idiot-box of a clouded mind.
Blind miracle sight of exploding stars
cuts gridlock universe into scars
which heal impassive psychic seas,
serum cured dark disease.
All I see is all I know,
enigma stripped in loving glow,
in naked beauty, precognition
revealed a slam-dunk nuclear fission.
I palpitate for this is real,
the way you are, the way I feel;
enigma variant, final proof
crystallised to pin-sharp truth.
My object of undying love.
Your cipher broken.
Cracked.