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Moonrise and showers
Enshrine flowers
A stroll along the shoreline
Starlight and halos
Eternal cosmos
The awakening angel
Lullabies and shadows
Mystifies meadows
The calypso personifies
Coral and fireflies
Rainbow skies
The radiant circle aglow
Butterflies and ladybugs
Intertwine jitterbugs
The dance along the skyline
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Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea
China taking over the sea
As the US debt is skyrocketing
Militaries expand
Droughts and famine in farmlands
Christian exodus from the middle east
Refugees from the lack of peace
Annexations by Russia
No one screams in hysteria
Pocket nukes are ok to use
Mankind has a short fuse
One, two, three, four, five
What to do to stay alive
To simplify, put your head between your legs
And kiss your *** goodbye
God, please hold our hand
The world is sinking in quicksand
Angry, greedy statesmen
Sounding the drum of the horsemen
Artificial intelligence
Climate change and mass surveillance
With two minutes left to midnight
Listen for the sound
Drop the beat, hit the ground
Dynamite as bright as daylight
Signaling for help with a flashlight
Playing the rave, igniting the night
The blasting wave, in the grave, later love
Smitten with the fireworks above
The nuclear deterrent is gone
Nothing but an oxymoron
The plight of mankind fight
Cockroaches become the spotlight
As they write what happened at midnight
February 7, 2018 - Updated 5/14/2019
For Emile Pinet
Contest The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
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Version 1
Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers
Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze
Transmogrified in the iron flood. Transmogrified in the spilled blood
Frightened children flee from the impending devouring wails of the banshees
Captured children drown in the seas for the coming spring's garden poppies
Choked whispers, within frozen forgotten tale’s, the phantom spirits lurking behind the veils
The strong beguiled yearn for their thirst, obtaining the hero’s, plagued curse
A solitary cane and an abandoned house assembled upon soot
A dying hearth and a trembling shadow with crushed raspberries underfoot
Greet the honor, greet the madness, beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus, acquire all the treasure's honored status
Version 2
Broken souls and mutilated dreams
Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the vanished fallen brothers
And children without hope or mothers
Pained tears encompass the solar rays
A pained world in a destitute haze
Transmogrified, engulfed by the flood
Swept away and drowned in the spilled blood
Panic children flee from shadows
Spoils feed the seas of young willows
Choking whispers, frozen buried tale
The phantom spirits behind the veil
Strong beguiled only yearn for their thirst
Obtaining the hero's plague's cursed
Wooden cane and the house build on soot
Dying hearth and trembling bloody foot
Greet the honor, greet the madness
Beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus
Acquire the treasured honored status
Updated 5/14/2019
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“The World’s Playground”
"Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses".
Jack the ripper, he slept with a whore, and became deadly ill
Awhile his wife Jill became suicidal dependent on the Prozac pill
Mother Goose lost all four of her children it was easy to ignore.
She was too busy being a porn star it was hardcore.
One had his brains fried. One died from electric shock.
One survived to an infant to be killed on the block
Last became involved in gambling, a financial debt he can’t pay
The mob sent the goose a bleeding red box saying happy birthday.
Welcome to our playground. The world is such a joy.
Every girl and every boy is a playgirl or playboy.
We have candy, video games, lollipop, and teens
We have Drugs, sex, alcohol, slaves, and atm machines
By raising the right hand shouting upon the witness stand
This is zappy land, this is zippy land, this is the zingy land.
Sparrow and Fly killed Cock Robin with a ball and chain
In a black pond the fish devoured the bird’s brains
Old Grandma once had delicious pie the night when Crow Man came.
She then had two children who took her life’s blame.
Hansel became a business man who took people’s homes.
Baba Yaga pimped Gretel on the streets of Rome.
Hansel lost his control. He cooked his old hag.
Gretel was cut opened killed by a douchbag.
“Girls and boys, come out to play,
The [stars] doth shine as bright as day;”
Leave your families, don’t be discreet,
“And come with your [fellows] into the street.”
Little children holding hands, "ring around the rosy".
Children dancing gleefully "with pockets full of posies".
Happily they burn the days away. "Ashes, ashes".
Going through life, "we all fall down".
Welcome to our playground. The world is such a joy.
Every girl and every boy is a playgirl or playboy.
We have candy, video games, lollipop, and teens
We have Drugs, sex, alcohol, slaves and atm machines
This is happy land, this is happy land, this is happy land.
Welcome to our playground. The world is such a joy.
Every girl and every boy is a Playgirl or playboy.
We have candy, video games, lollipop, and teens
We have Drugs, sex, alcohol, slaves, and atm machines
This is happy land, this is happy land, this is happy land.
This is the place to be.
"Ashes. Ashes. We all fall down".
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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare
Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time
Stop this ride, we have encountered a problem, but no one seemed to care
There are many screams and awfully many more tears carved on these walls
Votive candles consigned happy wishes but overlooked my prayer
Only a color in a mosaic frame, thought I was something more
Wearing a pale jacket, apparently, I’m an infectious nightmare
Everyone else appears to have vibrant smiles and briskly smooth motions
Unbalanced, cannot advance, unable to conform to this wheelchair
I was searching for deliverance perhaps from Slipper or Charming
Flames blew out, crocodile ate my cake, and chains enveloped my footwear
Watched the paint smear as a toddler topple while dancing on a wall
The dragon loves to steal treasured chromas by hoarding them in its lair
Artist! My obit will say, "Counterfeit, pathetic, unfit misfit"
Wishes are unfair, there is no cake or prayer for my teddy bear
Standing near the periphery earth's end with a serpent knotted around my neck
I, the dead color Fool for faithfully believing but having failed everywhere
Owing to the profusion of unfastened pins, the moment is prepared for the recycle
Not the populace inadequacy, I was manufactured with all the faulty hardware
Weathered and stagnant, desiring the second chance, I once had a dream
I’ll need a needle and thread for something has unraveled at the seam
A shattered stained-glass window, the Artist has answered the Devils’ instead
An anachronism, a blunder, it's painful to breathe, a tub of abhor memoirs
My guardian angel, an abrasion in the snow, is frozen with dread
Sun evanescent, flocks depart, flying westward to the frames of the ending shores
Too many things undone and too many undone things will go left unsaid
The flare's brush anoints the impressionist rainbows on the canvas’s waterbed
The melodies of torment, the child yearning invocation, but no one seemed to care
Chamber of lead, the heaven's bled, gently cradling the head of my sweet teddy bear
The lunatic, awakened and degenerated, pulls the final thread. Click. Die guck
Saturated fountainhead turned the cotton ball red, twilight and nothing more
Closed healthcare, a chupacabra scare, and the last raindrops fall and stick
The lame duck resides at the bottom of the tub, muck and out of luck
Baptized in the black Milky Way aqua, left lies lost love Lady Ophelia
With impasto insignia sangria droplets, the Artist graffiti on the wall the picture of medusa
17 July 2016 Updated 5/14/209
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"The Winter's Lullaby"
Choking noble light held by the hands of Fate
As deceived Persephone enters Hades gate
The burning suns falling through the universe.
Despairing and alone not a coppers worth
A bitter cold blankets Gaia's tears in a frozen sea of glass
While the stupefied intoxicated serpent drowned with a laugh.
Undulating sands barricades into immovable glacier,
Infectious prison walls destroyed the strength of redeeming savior.
Chariot of the flame plunges into the water’s bed
Fate’s tepid scarlet scissor hands sever the music thread
Astaea’s darkened soaked mural melts with eternal dread
Seeing red, alluring sirens sang as the music bled
Unfathomable lamented shrieks surged as the music tore
Obsidian tributaries erodes the forbidden door
Eros scorned wound feeds the ravished horde of succubi
Remote hollow temple bell wailed the closing cry
Captured in the dance of loves and hates tempest cyclone
Drums of madness orchestrates into the perfect tone
The infernal flame explodes from the mouth of Tartarus
Driven oblivion crescendos for the pending chorus
The stentorian cracks of nefarious shots being fired
Frantically gasping for the final breath of faith hope and desire
Tragic petrified tears from soundless screams of the choir
Condemned whisper of the drum crucified on barbed wire
Cold candle rests under the gaze of the vastness
No kiss or love to awake the entombed princess
Crimson emaciated curtains descend upon the floor
Fathomless, eviscerated, veiled; the music is no more
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Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride
Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics
Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working
Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices
The video game remained my only nemesis
Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills
Pyrrhic weight, the body’s mobilizing nonerrant hills
Things were better yesterday
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away
Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive
Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made
Mother and father are descending into their grave
Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust
The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away
Things were better
Updated - 5/14/2019
*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying
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This is what some will say
You’ve crossed the line. Time out.
You’re rejected from the game
You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers.
Once cherished, baptized, and sublime
Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty.
Now crowned in your sins.
Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine.
You’re sweaty. You're filthy.
You crossed the line. Go hit the showers.
Submerged from the weight of the world.
Drunk on the blood of the wine.
End of the game. It's not even halftime.
The filthy crime. The shamed headline.
Once cherished, There's no room available.
The game is over. You’re out. You've crossed the line.
Not worth a dime. Stole from the altar's wine.
Combine, the fowl and swine wine and dine.
Frankenstein shrine. You're out. Go resign.
You’ve crossed the line. You’ve crossed the line.
This is what some will say.
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“P recise Aurora
A sea of fertility
S haring the lunar cow flown
S ince God only knows
U nknown the core could be cheese"
S urmised the Man in the moon
"P resently Luna
A sea of storms, clouds, showers
S haring that has become known
S upreme only knows
U nbeknown how much gold there be"
S poke the Lady in the moon
9/6/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
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“The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, and Rand O'From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow vs The Strange A.A. or Perhaps B.S. Educated Scotties Homer Pilgrim’s Search for More Resources by Destroying the Galaxy to Make Way for a Interstellar Lightspeed Railway or Was It a Fishing Pond?”
Apathetic the game will continue on anyway
“Bidet,” a person points, "first door on the right in the hallway"
Celtic orchestrated melody commences to play
Drastic the GM in a serious voice proceeds to convey
“Exotic treasures will be rewarded at the story's endplay
Frederick and Scotty have threatened to destroy the floodway
Galactic dragons will soon have control of the realms gateway
Heretic man wearing the scarlet hand is on the highway
Icteric smiles seeing the party ‘do you have an issue?’”
“Judgematic paladin, what course of action will you do?”
“Kinesthetic, I'll flash step next to him and use my kung fu”
Laconic, looking over at the monk, “not your turn Lulu”
"Majestic I promenade over and address this mildew"
Novelistic I say, ‘the dragons, and mage, I must melee’”
“Optimistic the NPC rolls a 16 and tries to outplay
Panic soon kicks in as the druid and monk cross the pathway”
Quadraphonic sounds play as the initiative ensues
"Rollick, the monk and I go over, but I just rolled a two”
“Slapstick the heretic encounters the paladin’s swordplay
Tragic it's late and we must stop the story right here today
Unpoetic I know but we'll pick up again next Wednesday"
Updated 5/14/2019
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