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Jul 2015 alavandala

Emily Dickinson

600

It troubled me as once I was—
For I was once a Child—
Concluding how an Atom—fell—
And yet the Heavens—held—

The Heavens weighed the most—by far—
Yet Blue—and solid—stood—
Without a Bolt—that I could prove—
Would Giants—understand?

Life set me larger—problems—
Some I shall keep—to solve
Till Algebra is easier—
Or simpler proved—above—

Then—too—be comprehended—
What sorer—puzzled me—
Why Heaven did not break away—
And tumble—Blue—on me—

May 2015 alavandala

The Dead god Cluedo

May 2015 alavandala

Tommi Petteri Yli-Ollila

The Dead god Cluedo

His dead!

I suspect Nietzsche did it in morality with a book;

I suspect Platon did it in birth with stillbirth;

I suspect Machiavelli did it on Ruling with the ends to justify the means;

I suspect Darwin did it in Galápagos with birds;

I suspect Scientists did it in laboratories with stem cells;

I suspect Romans did it in Golgotha with a cross;

I suspect Jews did it in Gethsemane with Judas;

I suspect Christians did it in Spain with inquisition;

I suspect Muslims did in New York with a plane;

I suspect Adolf did it in Poland with gas;

I suspect Stalin did it in Siberia with gulags;

I suspect United states did it in Hiroshima with a bomb;

I suspect United nations did it in wars by looking away;

I suspect God did it in Heaven by suicide;

I suspect I did it here with a poem
I suspect You did it.

First posted to reddit and got referred here

May 2015 alavandala

Some of us

May 2015 alavandala

Tommi Petteri Yli-Ollila

Some of us

Army of fools marches on lead by first among peers
(some of us just want to see the world burn)

Buy! Sell! CONSUME! so echoes the steps of that march
(some of us just want to see the world burn)

Their formations based on habits for sake of habits
(some of us just want to see the world burn)

They sing Joyfully about their victory over "terrorists" and other ghosts of power
(some of us just want to see the world burn)

Individuality, Freedom and intellect as their victims
(some of us just want to see the world burn)

with Wings made of lies they reach for the stars
(some of us just want to see the world burn)

Seeking new things to consume new ghosts to be sacrificed
(do you want to see the world burn?)

On an altar of customers where everyone is right
(i do)

Older poem translated maybe repeating but meh

May 2015 alavandala

Machine Mother

May 2015 alavandala

Tommi Petteri Yli-Ollila

Machine Mother

In the factory the Mother Machine makes love to steel and death.
One at the time, with mothers love, The Machine gives birth to the henchmen of death.
Each loved exactly the same amount.

Made from cold steel and microchips those grim reapers wander.
Seeking last remains among the anthill build from glass and concrete.

On the streets strong focused light cuts in the armor with ease and precision.
Weak flesh armed to the teeth is slowly dying, buying time for the fleeing Lemmings.

In the factory Mother smiles giving ****** births to the end of time.

May 2015 alavandala

Cactus garden

May 2015 alavandala

CA Guilfoyle

Cactus garden

Oh these doves they are cooing crazy
a language full of sunrise colors
with a variance of blues they coo
and soon the quails - laughing
the way they do in their morning mood
smaller birds chirp and shrill
the air is melodic music filled
here amid this cactus garden
halcyon songs to the sun
and too these flowers
explode in petals pale yellow
blooming high in the saguaro towers

May 2015 alavandala

... ... & I who understand all things ... ...

May 2015 alavandala

jeffrey robin

... ... & I who understand all things ... ...

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^^^^

the nakedness of the eternal marketplace

For excuses for our lack of real love

//

( salvation on the cheap )

she sells her body expecting Indulgences

from the Church Of Human *******

///

( mating like swine we please our masters )

•

The chill winds that numb us

And mask the fact that we are already numb

//

We talk so playfully of pain and death

To mask the fact that we are terrified

Of any thought of an after-life

//

the little boy

( over there ! )
Are you surprised

                                       That he looks just like you ?

••

I love you girl

I love you for your floppy *****

Spread your legs quickly

Soon I'll be gone

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the little girl

Sleeping underneath the bridge

Go tell the kids

Then we'll go have some fun

••

pretend we are policemun !

//

( true ameriguns ! )

//

We could simple be loving but why ?

••

We are lost / almost gone

//

Who is pure ?

We know !

NO ONE

May 2015 alavandala

... aye ( I ) aye ...

May 2015 alavandala

jeffrey robin

... aye ( I ) aye ...

///

( who else ? )

0
/ ) \
/ \
~~~~~

Softly now

                                         Only purest power

( gentleness  )

•  •

   aye ( I )  aye

0
/ \
/ \

callin

()()()()()

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Beautiful bodies

( everyone )

Swayin in the sacred rhythm       of the one true song

Eyes are on fire

Hearts have come alive

•

aye  ( I )  aye

//         //

( who else ? )

•

Beautiful bodies

Writing themselves on the line

Can't hardly tell the difference

Between yours and mine