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Mingoao
Ancient wisdom                             lies in                             Bones The StoneAge                              didn't end                              for lack                              of stones monster ~                  monsters . .                                     everywhere                                                   whisper                                                   in a many ear                                      loud enough                                      to stoke our fears                                      playing games                                      of truth or dare monsters                                  and                                               their                                   concubines corrupt . .                                    before                                    we realize monster ~                                  monsters . . .                                   telling truth the many                                  branches                                  are the root the leaves  . .                                    that fall                                    aren’t                                    leaves                                    at all but ~                                    the devil’s call                                    to sacred fruit monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                      play                                               and                                                         hide                                      at . . .                                     sleight and                                      hopscotched                                                     truth                                      in                                      dead of night monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                     held ~                                                     my breath                                                                 so I                                                 can't breathe                                      and                                     blind ~                                                      my eyes                                                           that I                                                       don't see they                come                                   for                                               me                                               I'm alone . . !     all ~                                   the monsters                             are at home when: every                  blessing                                        is                                                    a curse                                                     every                                                                          word                                                     becomes                                                                           a                                                      verse souls ~                   have                                    fallen                                                  where                                                                they                                                                           stand                           in . .                                                                             ashened                                                       grey                                                                     of                                                       no                                                                    man's                                                       land all my colours . .                                           deeper shades ~                                           of                                           sombre thought                                           and                                           darkened                                           days intent . .                                           designed ~                                                                 just                                             to                                                                  survive lies . .                   contrived ~                                    to                                            multiply atomized~                                            in                                            the atmosphere                                            as dust oxidised~                                             in                                              the minds                                                                   of men                                               like rust monster ~                              monsters . .                                                     promises . . . . camouflaged truths ~                                                     that’s                                                                   all                                                                              it                                                      is . . . The American Dream                                                                            ain’t                                                               what                                        it seems it's just . . . .                                          another ****** up ~                                                  monster scheme . . © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC
monster . . . Monsters
Ancient wisdom                             lies in                             Bones The StoneAge                              didn't end                              for lack                              of stones monster ~                  monsters . .                                     everywhere                                                   whisper                                                   in a many ear                                      loud enough                                      to stoke our fears                                      playing games                                      of truth or dare monsters                                  and                                               their                                   concubines corrupt . .                                    before                                    we realize monster ~                                  monsters . . .                                   telling truth the many                                  branches                                  are the root the leaves  . .                                    that fall                                    aren’t                                    leaves                                    at all but ~                                    the devil’s call                                    to sacred fruit monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                      play                                               and                                                         hide                                      at . . .                                     sleight and                                      hopscotched                                                     truth                                      in                                      dead of night monster ~                                     monsters . . .                                     held ~                                                     my breath                                                                 so I                                                 can't breathe                                      and                                     blind ~                                                      my eyes                                                           that I                                                       don't see they                come                                   for                                               me                                               I'm alone . . !     all ~                                   the monsters                             are at home when: every                  blessing                                        is                                                    a curse                                                     every                                                                          word                                                     becomes                                                                           a                                                      verse souls ~                   have                                    fallen                                                  where                                                                they                                                                           stand                           in . .                                                                             ashened                                                       grey                                                                     of                                                       no                                                                    man's                                                       land all my colours . .                                           deeper shades ~                                           of                                           sombre thought                                           and                                           darkened                                           days intent . .                                           designed ~                                                                 just                                             to                                                                  survive lies . .                   contrived ~                                    to                                            multiply atomized~                                            in                                            the atmosphere                                            as dust oxidised~                                             in                                              the minds                                                                   of men                                               like rust monster ~                              monsters . .                                                     promises . . . . camouflaged truths ~                                                     that’s                                                                   all                                                                              it                                                      is . . . The American Dream                                                                            ain’t                                                               what                                        it seems it's just . . . .                                          another ****** up ~                                                  monster scheme . . © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred.
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What if . . . the floods never came and the years of plenty was just propaganda perpetrated by pharaoh I’m standing . . at the river’s edge and for miles there’s dust sand . . . . falls like rain the exodus never happened plagues . . . have come and gone famine has left a bitter taste in my mouth my bones are arid . . saturated with thirst my tears run dry to carve canyons in my cheeks my saliva is as glue that sticks my tongue to the roof of my mouth there’s no way out of this sin the years of plenty have succumbed to years of naught there’s no way in even from within I'm floating . . like moss facedown ~ along the river's edge grasping . . for hollow reeds already plucked . . ! they make paper to tell this story I drown again even though . . the floods never came . . ! © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
The Floods Never Came
How do you choose between hell and high water when . . hell and high water is the same place . . ? do we breathe today . . ? or hold our breath until tomorrow . . ? anoxia . .               is                   divine                             in this reality . . climate change                           global warming                           carbon saturation                           cloning over-medicated livestock genetically engineered foodstock grainstock . .               never before seen               in nature meat . . !               grown in labs . .             sliced up             and packaged neatly             for consumption the prognosis . . ?           bodies . .           laid out           on slabs genetically modified . . !         is . .               just               another lie         for . .               ya gonna die . !                                     if ya eat this **** blood pressure pressures an ill functioning healthcare system into . .                 heart attacks                 strokes                 erectile dysfunction and . .                 e v e r y t h i n g that ain’t functioning right                   the control valve                   controls nothing for . . the setup is a build up                   born of greed                   and corruption scorched earth farming:                   strip mining mountains that were forever                   cry . . ! as rivers flow the waste of greed and indifference                   over-harvesting                   the seas flood waters rise . . the ground shakes beneath us                 the seas                 have turned                 against us to wash away the disease that is         us . .                 from                 the land the air poisons in its wake                     fossil fuel . .                     fuels death . . ! an irreversible circumstance we’re creating our own slow burn                     reward                     for                     contempt                     and sacrilege sea ice melt permafrost gone as . . glaciers             glide                       into                             a sea                                       somewhere all levels rise . !                       deforestation . .                       vanishing wetlands                       soil erosion now . . . !                       the Desert Amazon . . ! coral reefs ~                 d i e . . aquifers dry                   we are the canaries                   in the coal mine n o  m or e . . shall we dance in the snows of Kilimanjaro                     unleashed . . untold horrors frozen in time             e o n s                         released . . havoc’s           reign one does not **** one’s mother . . ! a n d ~               w h er e . .           did all                     the honey bees go . . ? © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
Where Did All The Honey Bees Go
How do you choose between hell and high water when . . hell and high water is the same place . . ? do we breathe today . . ? or hold our breath until tomorrow . . ? anoxia . .               is                   divine                             in this reality . . climate change                           global warming                           carbon saturation                           cloning over-medicated livestock genetically engineered foodstock grainstock . .               never before seen               in nature meat . . !               grown in labs . .             sliced up             and packaged neatly             for consumption the prognosis . . ?           bodies . .           laid out           on slabs genetically modified . . !         is . .               just               another lie         for . .               ya gonna die . !                                     if ya eat this **** blood pressure pressures an ill functioning healthcare system into . .                 heart attacks                 strokes                 erectile dysfunction and . .                 e v e r y t h i n g that ain’t functioning right                   the control valve                   controls nothing for . . the setup is a build up                   born of greed                   and corruption scorched earth farming:                   strip mining mountains that were forever                   cry . . ! as rivers flow the waste of greed and indifference                   over-harvesting                   the seas flood waters rise . . the ground shakes beneath us                 the seas                 have turned                 against us to wash away the disease that is         us . .                 from                 the land the air poisons in its wake                     fossil fuel . .                     fuels death . . ! an irreversible circumstance we’re creating our own slow burn                     reward                     for                     contempt                     and sacrilege sea ice melt permafrost gone as . . glaciers             glide                       into                             a sea                                       somewhere all levels rise . !                       deforestation . .                       vanishing wetlands                       soil erosion now . . . !                       the Desert Amazon . . ! coral reefs ~                 d i e . . aquifers dry                   we are the canaries                   in the coal mine n o  m or e . . shall we dance in the snows of Kilimanjaro                     unleashed . . untold horrors frozen in time             e o n s                         released . . havoc’s           reign one does not **** one’s mother . . ! a n d ~               w h er e . .           did all                     the honey bees go . . ? © mingoáo - 明 - the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft, nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred
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