Poetry / Chapters (Analysis)
1. I put my glasses on so no one sees me; discreetly she hits her knees and prays to be something other than hypocrisy’s – whore. Celestial bodies intertwined with a fine wine no more; let’s settle the score because two plus two is no longer four. I’m Socrates on my knees and shown out the door, but what for? Are you bored? Then cut the umbilical cord with a rusted samurai sword and christen this child the Lord. My Lord is everlasting and never passing through the town with no room in the inn, so let’s begin a revelation concerning a nation that fears a revolution and is in a battered state of confusion.
2. An astrological time piece controls your anatomical clock but stop, and realize that time is a man-made concept; a precept except for the fact you have to accept the idea in depth or else experience an untimely death. I’ll give you the rings of Saturn when I ask you to be my wife so let’s spend the rest of our life in paradise; out of this world, outside of the Milky Way galaxy; contrary to popular belief, Pluto is not a fallicy. The sunshines on Columbine even though it’s the parents’ fault; on an open wound that is about to heal I’ll pour Morton’s Lite Salt. So begin the assault and then consult the president: with no result.
3. The summer solstice is the winter equinox of thought; the longest day of the year is here and I can’t help but believe our freedom was bought. Freedom is anything but; that which arises from thee, which is a cut; above the rest. Save the best for last on the Mayan long calander; silence her with the month of July in the Gregorian count of days because Julius was an honorable man; part ways in which Moses did the Red Sea or rather the Reed Sea; but you see a blind man is able to see just not with his eyes. My disguise is hidden within my own demise because people will never think to look there; but where; on God’s green earth can I find; the summer solstice? Maybe in the winter equinox of my mind; which is my thought; which is bought; which is freedom.
4. The apocalypse is coming soon so blast the soundtrack of your favorite cartoon and escape with your jetpack backpack to the moon for a three day vacation, escape this escatological nation that claims to be messianic. Gin and tonic goes down smooth for those without the disease that is akin to cancer and has brought many a men to their knees; please buy this text because I need a new pair of shoes so that when I read the news I can run away and confuse my fourth grade teachers. Preachers everywhere dare to pass the basket at least twice because they need a new Cadillac to look nice as they go pickup a Sunday afternoon prostitute to constitute a vow of celebacy that will never be realized or rather actualized because I hypothesize that a crucifixion would be grand; so strike up the band with sceptor in hand. Like an etch-a-sketch I erase my present and draw the future; is near my dear so come here but not to close; how close is close enough? Enough ashes to make dust rise and settle like a perfectly baked cake, make your bed to rest your head for eternity: now Sleep. Sleep. Sleep…
5. Sleep for eternity because the son already came you see but it was the son of the sun; we’ll call him Poisiden; no wait that’s the sea. See waves crashing down on me and crushing me, now they’re ushering me down the aisle. The Isle of Man is humanity’s keepsake, no, namesake, whatever, for Christ’s sake just don’t take my faith or I might just have to jump off of the terrace but don’t blame me, blame the parents. This is all their fault.
6. I shall fear no man but God although I walk through the valley of the shadow of death; but what god is left? It’s monotheism versus polytheism but the theism is deism, like Jefferson; stop calling me son, son; I’m a product of the sun because who knows who really won or who is really right but I’ll make you my eternal wife tonight despite the fact that the apocalypse is close. Close your eyes and forget about life for just one evening. I’m conceiving a life of mercury on Jupiter with her, the goddess of the divine, please kiss me one last time before I get stranded outside the galaxy; from up here it’s sad to see so many indians shaped like men forced to walk a trail of tears. A trail of years is near so cancel the Apocalypse!
7. That’s it, they didn’t get the memo, so turn the page on the day and walk away. This fool actually believes he can remember the trail of tears; remember the trail of fears exemplified over the years by heartbreaks and headaches put in place by a minister with his hands in the air. Put your hands in the air if you’re confused. You should be because she sees a purple dinosaur who speaks of love, a neo-nazi samurai that speaks of blood; an apocalyptic prophet that speaks of doves. Your belief system isn’t quite as loud as my P.A. system. I need a system to re-organize my soul; please help me accomplish my goal of realigning a complacent nation of frustration and devestation. Concentration tends to be a hindrence most of the time so step outside of the colored line because the water fountain is no good there.
8. Through hell and high water I float but the only life-saving device that I have is an overcoat that is a size or two to small. Rise against all that is holy such as a grail that is to frail to be held up by a knight so say good-night to Merlin because the sorcerer has retired for the night and I am; just a lonely apprentice. Sometimes seen as a medievel menace; destined to set a record for Guiness, but there is no record for most failures in an alternate reality. Casualties are at an all-time high. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Barnum and Bailey’s three ring circus cannot defy gravity at the speed of light which I use in my field of visionaries; on the contrary I train canaries to do trick’s for Jupiter’s circus. This is an iceberg of thought and you’re just barely scratching the surface. So sit back, relax and enjoy because I’ll show you the emotion of elation in joy.
9. You ask me to remember but that implies at some point I had to have had a member. What is a member? What is it good for and how do I do it again? Maybe a member is a mere memory magnified in the recollection department of our minds. For without a memory there is nothing to be forgotten. Picking cotton out of the Ginko Biloba bottle you realize that is and isn’t are productions of one another. We’re all born of a mother but once you recognize beauty; ugliness is then born. I’m torn because I’ve recognized good and thus given birth to evil. Could I have prevented such a calamity? It’s easy to think about after but then again after is only after because it is followed by before. I can’t say that anything is hard for me because hard is determined and depends on easy and of that I have no such conception. I’ll have a large reception after the conception of my first born but then again, large is only such because of small and as my first born; there is no small so maybe I’ll just have A reception. Likewise, long is tested against short while high is determined by the concept of low. To not know is to truly know. No action is the best action and one of the most strenuous activities a human can engage in. No redaction is necessary because that infers there is something and if you do not know a single thing; always hold in your mind that when something is recognized, nothing is born and to have no desires is not something but nothing and you birthed nothing; there is no-thing and to know serenity is to intimately know no desires.
10. Hiroshema is the cousin of the one under the sun that comes undone when atoms split. I wonder if the moons of Jupiter felt the vibrations of the explosion…If not, maybe we should do them a service and split their atoms; that way they will be able to have such an experience. I don’t however, believe the residents would be to pleased. However I do believe in burning crosses. People make them out of good burning wood. To burn them in the name of a savior is a bit grotesque to me. You see a crucifixion is grotesque enough but a burning is even worse. We aren’t in Salem anymore Dorothy; so please would you be so kind as to put your lighters away.
11. Tomorrow I will no longer be a prisoner of today; locks and links of chains and drinks go along way but she is an illusionist and lives discreetly. I never bite off more than I can chew; but then she came and bit me. She turned out to be spirituality, in charge of most of the galaxy. Satallites and infrared cameras have never discovered Her, I found Her, or rather she found me, while she was covered; so I guess there was never any real discovery only dis-covering, smothering me with Saturn’s rings; the reality is there is really nothing or rather no-thing. This is something I found through my pen/man/ship.
12. My pen/man/ship is a one/man/ship and has taken me out of this world. Try to keep it real girl and quit calling me son; son. I’m a son of the sun but not the son, THE SUN. The one that burns with tears and fears of trials and tribulations that are the driving force of the turbin-nation. A binary code will unlock the secret to the universe so let’s converse in zeroes and ones so that our conversation is analytic and systematic; like Mos says if you want to know how to rhyme you better learn how to add because it’s all mathematics, but the gamma rays are clouded with static that wreaks havoc on the entire universe; so with Her you should definitely converse because She is spirituality and She will remove the locks and links of chains and drinks so that you can see; because you see if you try to see without Her your eyes will simply disintegrate; that’s right; they will not integrate, they will dis-integrate, but what are they not integrating back into? What is it that you have bought into? More importantly how much is it going to cost to buy you out? If you are bought out could we then consider you a sellout?
13. If you do happen to sellout then your pockets will be filled with material objects of value; but there isn’t much I value because ther’s a hole in my pocket dear Liza. Oh dear Liza, what have you done? You’ve thrown me under the bus that carries the sun so thank you because there happens to be brakes on this one. For Pete’s sake, give me a break; who the hell is Pete and what the hell is so special about his sake? Fuck it, I do believe in slavery; but not slavery of man but slavery of the soul you see. I see malpractice of the galaxy and of the laws therin. They’re in space and can’t get back; some say they’re trapped, but aren’t we all in space? Take your place in the line where self-esteem is given out. There will probably be none left when I get to the front of the line but that is alright because She will be and She will be there because She is spirituality.
14. The Gospel of Judas and the Gospel of Thomas is the gospel that is found within each one of us, but most of us are blind most of the time so re-align your worldview and let’s make a new design of time. Let’s curve time, and space; but they are curved, so is it therefore not possible to align; ourselves with space and time? How about we align ourselves with each other. Would you be willing to do that with Another? Instead of Another, how about with me? Because you see, Another is a friend of my mother’s…; and he, is gay.
15. I’m light years ahead of the galaxy but I’ll never catch up to the universe. A soul is worth all that is of value on this earth; that’s about 20 light years or so. Did you know that galaxies within the universe speak to each other in a binary code? That code is alphas and betas; zeros and ones; malice and content; atrocities and victories. There is no place for galactical catastrophies; because that would require a code that involves omegas and twos and the universal code is not tertiary but binary. If it were tertiary you would not be reading this because the words would be in a universal code you could not understand or decipher. Syphen your bank account for more blood money because the Siren’s song has gotten ahold of you and her name is Bush. Like Moses and his burning bush,you are blind, you cannot see reality.
THE END!
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Overall this work is great, wonderful usage of words and word play, great visuals. This really appeals to me because I can see it as a spoken word piece as well as a published piece. Overall I think you are very talented and it shows in this work.
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Very creative and descriptive through and through. Your flow and content is great but you don’t hold it throughout the entire piece. Perhaps, it is your intention.
I loved #2 “on a open wound that is about to heal I’ll pour Morton’s Lite Salt.”
I enjoyed the play “Red Sea” and “Reed Sea”.
For the blind man, have you thought of Homer?
“Poisiden” s/b “Poseidon” for Greek Myth and “Neptune” for Roman, the son of “Zeus” for Greek Myth and “Jupiter” for Roman Myth. Depending on the creative description, you would like to take.
In your end, I do believe Siren does work best. I thought of the Furies. But, I don’t think it will work here.
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