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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Portrait of Autism One

  Twinkling eyes see the forest AND the trees

In detail deep resolution

Harmonic and concentric,  of action

Delve toward dimensions of symmetry:

Patterns of coincidental triumph

There is no madness in the method sensed

I am peaceful so why do they portend

hatred of autism is not a whim

inopportune operations functions

that exclude where genius finds barricades

and knowledge of being that’s being made

by each instant a download of unction

becomes words by the wherehouse needs no cease

but that which becomes projects a disease
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Wogscreed: To Give Malicious Amusement to His Cronies v.2n.2

 
Wogscreed: To Give Malicious Amusement to His Cronies v.2n.2


A loud and cantankerous din had suspended

what then wogs regard as their industry refers

equivalently to two other terms therewithin coined

rigorous debate between winkers and twitchers

whether or not there had been intent to motion

if burlesque, perceived burlesque, or parodies

or of a total view of life were evidenced

as a storehouse of pooled learning or abstraction

such that when riotous discord focused between

apples being apples or oranges orange

when proclaiming on thus profundity procured

operationalism long since rejected

by others its atavistic display quantified

whereupon long discarded theories wogs thrived.

Unknowingly kept to its faithful premise null

encapsulation in wogland persevered such ills

what was relegated to false starts among the wise

when inchoate a field later confessed its harms,

deficits and debts upon the cultures, there thrived

amidst the rare de-selection of traits was shunned

what wogs amidst their lot savagery admired

As it was of little consequence or value

Wogs interpret “Le Penseur” as twitch as gesture

Neverdowells of thought or reflection’s grandeur

Aggrandized to substantial reflex integers

As to their Grand Idees which nothing still had wrought

Despite great energy toward ethnics rendition

driven to false confessions in false environs

yet proved it worthy of such raw ingredients

becoming of a homeland of reliquaries

to the creed’s own operational motto:

til forever until there is no love no more. [1]


[1] Culture, this acted document, thus is public, like a burlesqued wink or a mock sheep raid.

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Monday, August 20, 2012

A Poem Only Lives Once

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Transcended on an ultimate journey

Which was it is for it had no hour

forever spiraled forward tomorrows

experience the symbol underneath

whatsoever you imagine has curves

and surrenders to actions power

then the turnstile of virtue and love

takes its precedence by these apertures

what are its dimensions what its girth?

as though it were Shakespeare, Petrach, Sydney,

infinity within a breath that breathes



eternally wielded eternity

a poem only lives once a sonnet

endures.
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Sunday, August 19, 2012

Petals that Weep in their Eyes, Pomona Youth


Petals that Weep in their Eyes, Pomona


The pulchritude of Pomona youth

as a tribute to the goddess of fruit

carries forward as such beauty and truth

the knowledge that somehow against the force

that evil corruption knows how to mount

deceiving the naïve and innocent

such as the elders who say give up!

This is what history has condemned us to.

Yet in their conscience, a voice does not stop.

It wearies them it mocks them and it hurts,

And against the indifference of adults,

their sweet and whole emotions seek outlets:


The flower of youth blooms eternal, wise,

 Such as the petals that weep from their eyes.


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Friday, August 3, 2012

Listening to that Terrible Beauty

 
Listening to that Terrible Beauty

Flowery words with all promise of hope:

All created equal except the poor

The enslaved and the incarcerated


What else it requires of existence

But blood of the lambs and blood of the babes

Fructified by wide misery and rage

It yields as its Gavel and evidence


Lawless disorder announced from a bench

precedent to precedent made virtue

denial obscured as of decadence

was never true, nor just, nor merciful


Pleasing in words what the body endures

Tormented and tortured, yet good appears.

Hate that Sates Nothing


Drawn from the bottom as though a vacuum

The law and the order society

Made offenses of such deep and wide pains

A criminal is constructed for prey



Engorged, tri-colored, and spun into silk

Is it a national epidemic?

Hate that sates nothing with its own venoms?

Not Shakespeare not Petrarch then of what ilk?


That which it seeks is the merciful aide

Forgives forgives and yet again is spent

When justice was depraved and malice made

Long went away innocence gone to waste


Then punished, excoriated and tarred,

but for beauty all alone it was starred

Thick as the walls of the terradon’s skull

 Thick as the walls of the terradon’s skull

Where hardly a sound can be heard of stone

Hardening as a bone is its conscience

Which never wielded nothing but the hulls

An outer semblance in silkened clothing

Shined-up with spit are its talons and toes

Oh misery oh pity oh clemency

Find you nowhere to cast out your verses

Those that were delicately purchased poems

Of Petrach of Shakespeare whose will it be?

Love without opportunity or hope

It Awakens and begins to alert

Where there is no happiness a heart aches

It sounds like a person who is in chains.


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Oh Broward County!

Oh Broward County!

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