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EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch
EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch?

KuppingMyBoschMaegMyF­eldSafF...

The nur-see tain't weetchin'

Shh, don't look around
they don't see if you don't look around...

SCRATCH EARS!

That one,
is okay, he's mowin' the lawN with his hands,
and smiling...

NO PILLS! NO PILLS!

wait a, no, wait, no, wait, no, wait...

EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch
EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch?

KuppingMyBo­schMaegMyFeldSafF...

I've got to cup my *****, cupping my ***** makes me feel safe.

wait, no, wait, no, wait, no wait...

iF i bITe MY FINGeRNaILS THEe TaStE LIKE WAx




wax
A branch of the tree,
split of the yoke.

Bee of the mouth,
heart thus bespoke.

New year crisis of men,
fire works, fire, smoke.

I have heard The Calling,
-anguish of The Woman.

Tree
Branch
Bee
Christianity
Islam
Bee

"If You engage War and the spirit of the Lord is with you; then the wind of his spirit shall blow open the mouth of the Dragon bringing victory in order."
In ancient language the, 'Bee,' represents god's word or the divine message of the Lord. 'Branch,' is the descent of man from the garden or tree of life.
They say I am,

"Irish?"

Then they call me Dan.

Who called upon your shores and...
said 'such-a-thing' as boorish?


CALL ME DAN

infinity
infinity
infinity


rear your

       * **** head... *
'Dan,' means 'Hero' in ancient tongue.
What does your heart know?
          how does your heart feel?
                why do you deny your heart?
                       the call, calling, the feeling that calls you to purpose...


...Jihad?
Love your brother(human) as you would love yourself even knowing the times when you know anyone seeing your behavior would hate you for it. Then, only then, can you know the struggle of a man to accept the whims of another. Read Al Jilani.
President Elizabeth Warren
Vice-President Dwayne Johnson
Treasury Secretary Bernie Sanders
Chief of Staff Hillary Clinton
Michelle Obama Secretary of State
White House Spokesman Joe Biden
Supreme Ct Nomine Barack Obama

Why not run a champion ticket by joining together to win?
Allah has brought my heart to bear,
          become a witness to an Arab plight.

The call to arm's it beckons so...
          division it aches and cremates the care.

Oh Great Holy Prophet show me today,
          as sadness covers heart, soul and mind.

Let judgement pass before it's too late,
          redeem my soul or the martyr's way?
Lamentations 3:60; "Thou hast seen all their vengeance and all their imaginations against me."

I personally enjoy Al Jilani.

7 meter, 8 verse, 4 line rhyme encapsulation 7 x 8 + 4; 60
When you hear stories
about a crew, -Cheffin' it up,
know this...

<chorus>

Lil powder
Lil wa-ter
Lil Bay-ken
Lil Slaughter
Lil jackin'
Lil dealing
Paper stacking
**'s kneelin'

Come on out/for cryin' loud
Rattlin' the gatts/ruling the town
Make no amends/for being bad
Ya'll crew gone/wewan be sad
Wrappin' it up/bagging the dough

Who's laughing now?
This **** ain't funny.

ITDENDOUGHBOIZMAKANMONEY

ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney
­ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney
ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney

A-O

IT­DENDOUGHBOIZMAKANMONEY

<chorus>

Lil powder
Lil wa-ter
Lil Bay-ken
Lil Slaughter
Lil jackin'
Lil dealing
Paper stacking
**'s kneelin'

Schooling is out/thugger's is in
Fear what's up/these Boiz is down
All my boiz/some is Kin
Rattlin' the gatts/ruling the town
This here's dope/gonna lure ya'

We cooking something,
something, -here for yah.

ITDENDOUGHBOIZMAKANMONEY

ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney
It­denDoughBoizMakanMoney
ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney

A-O

ITDE­NDOUGHBOIZMAKANMONEY

<chorus>

Lil powder
Lil wa-ter
Lil Bay-ken
Lil Slaughter
Lil jackin'
Lil dealing
Paper stacking
**'s kneelin'

ITDENDOUGHBOIZMAKANMONEY

ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney­
ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney
ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney

A-O

I­TDENDOUGHBOIZMAKANMONEY

ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney
ItdenDoughBo­izMakanMoney
ItdenDoughBoizMakanMoney
Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
They say I’m out of touch.
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad?
This life it hurts so much.
And why do they come, come every day?
Shush, quiet now, they’re here.
Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer!
Whirling head of spinning revolutions,
…feel my stomach ache and pang.
Why will they not leave me alone?
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.

I shouldn’t always feel like this, feel such solemn pain,
…troubling and trouble is these birds are driving me insane!
I’m screaming now! I’m mad with rage! Throwing ice cubes at my deck,
“Go away! Yes, go away!” -their numbers must be kept in check.
Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-!
For too many is too painful and my mind’s a constant wreck!
One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts,
...and the crazy song they sang.
Why do they so punish me?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.

I know they serve the Saturn’s wheel and now they’ve come for me.
What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within;

The Abyssimal Sea?

Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
I’m done-in; I’m over now, a sorely victim of the Fates!
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
Why could they not leave me alone?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.

If you find yourself all alone and mired in their thought,
…do not think, extirpate, all the human damage that you’ve wrought.
His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation,
…will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation!
For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
And they will not leave you alone.
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
The primary reason I came to Hello Poetry is that every single publishing house I could find on the internet rejected every poem I sent them. Since my work is deemed to be worth nothing I gave it all to you for free. It seems that in a digital world where people can share this easily there will always be more content available for free than for a fee. One would think publishers would know this. I have seen some seriously good poetry here and some pieces that are extraordinary.
“Peace on earth and goodwill toward men,

HA!

What a lot of spoilt berries that is…
They’ll come around in due time, due time, due time…
Sure they will,
They will come around when they need something,
When life’s got them down,
Oh yeah, they’ll be calling out to you, you sucker…

HA!

Their hearts are what? Whatever that means,
It’s just useless with you, all trial and error but nothing after endless, endless errors?
Why won’t you just give up and concede that I have won?
I have you know…

Who?

You know-it-all who knows nothing at all about these animals,
Abounding love; a principle of heinous fish guts peppered about in a humid swamp of detritus!
You boor me so…
Peregrinating pompously and presumptuously until paused as Procrustes pontificates on my behalf!
You’re a loser, and I think, I think you know it.

Ha!

I’ll have them carve you the most magnificent sarcophagus ever seen…oh yes, it will be…
All you gotta do is lie in the bed they made for you!
Admit that I have won!

Mellitz,

"Has won…”
If you think about it the Devil is just another monkey...isn't he?
The shortest distance between two points of travel.

The fastest method for achieving a result.

Quickest answer for a resolution.

Marrying equals.

  All terminology meaning essentially the same thing; synthesis. That is what the two-party system is meant to be doing. It is the point of checks and balances. A check is a stopgap. A balance is a measure.

  No one wants to ban personal firearms. No one wants mentally-ill people to own them. No one advocates violence by school teachers to assuage future potential violence. No reasonable person wants children to grow up in a police state school system. No American believes that State and Federal government can agree on what should be done in all states.

  We will not be arming teachers. Nor will we be banning guns. There will never be armed guards at public schools. States and the Federal government disagree on so many levels there will never be consensus on change when it comes to this issue. So, change the issue in a way that offers a stopgap as a measure.

  The President of The United States issues a proclamation that all land directly adjacent to the front of all public schools will be bought by the federal government at today's market price. That price will be fixed provided the states do two things. Use state eminent domain laws(every state already has them) to file a claim on said properties and assess the value thereof for the federal government.

  Secondly, establish police precincts on said property.


    Ask yourself;

"How many children would die if the local police were directly across the street from the school at the time of the shooting?"


And,

"Would Conservatives or Liberals be against this proposal?"

  
Also,

We should all remember that these shooters plan their attacks and would have to plan around the police being there immediately after they begin one.


  Problem solved...
                             ...and no one touched a gun(right) to do it.
Motion, 'side-by-side,' -taste.
Tiny ridges, odd projections, scales
over a hunken-frame, -slide.

Two Dead Bears; Red Eyes!
Two Dead Bears; Red Eyes!
Betwixt two bears; it lies.


Cranial portholes, back out, newt,
shimmery black tongues array, -kiss.
Tail around the head; constrict.

Two Dead Bears; Red Eyes!
Two Dead Bears; Red Eyes!
Betwixt two bears; it lies.


Celestial space, taste the air,
Now slither wrap the eyelashes...
twist, pull apart, open, -see!

Two Dead Bears; Red Eyes!
Two Did Bare; Red Eyes!
Betwixt two bears; they lied.


Three rows of teeth exposed,
to **** out the eye!
A Dragon consumes a Hero.

It is not a myth.
The man in the middle quietly weeps as the deafening crescendo grows on…

Hoping by chance he’ll soon join the dance but knowing deep down, somehow, he is wrong?

The people who lead have more than they need insisting on evermore -till it’s gone.

And at the end of the day they’ll cry merrily and ***;

“What happened t’was a wonderful song?”
In all ancient Greek and Roman cities there was an altar in the center named, "Pity," where food, clothes and wears were left for those who had nothing.
“Mystic readers of the stars,
In Land of Sleeping’s language versed,
Consult the tales, those stories –old.
And tell us, is the maiden sold?”


“Climb the tower, the fire pieces,
Traverse the heavens, assign the path,
Until the maze of tomes thus ceases…
And mystery lost to art of math.”

This is a re-write of two verses from two different pages of the Tales of Miletus done in such a way as to capture a modern interpretation of the meaning being implied in the ancient version.

The Tower of Babel is translated in Sumerian as the, "tower," of the, "falling fires." It literally means the stars in a cylinder(tower) of the circular nature of the heavens.

Before man invented chalkboards he had sand but long before writing he had a nightly revolving teaching tool called the stars. Each star constellation contains modern letters. One contains half the alphabet and happens to visible to most of the planet year round.
". . .poverty robs individuals of the life of the mind, of spiritual comfort and of the consolations of intimacy and emotional bonds."

-Maura Spiegel,
Introduction to 'The Jungle' 2003 edition, Barnes and Noble Classics
In creature comforts of the West; I ponder.
     As my heart strays eastward.
           My star in the East?

"If there be a God..."
       He must be capable of entering men's hearts,
             they in turn bear witness to human suffering.

If this is so.
    How can our brothers in Syria be suffering?
             Why have they been forsaken?

"If there be a God?"
       If there be a God.
           If there be a God.
                              Allah?
Could it be possible to be like Joseph? Could a man's mind from the West inspire those disenfranchised in the East to stop the struggle and join in the solution that ends all suffering for all brothers? Is that possible?
Some people,
write from the heart

While others
still, write from life

Still, others
do, think-out first

Yet to,
some, the world; joke.

The World is a Joke.

The Heart,
is emotion,

The World is a Joke.

Are you Laughing?

or,

...are you,

Writing?
Abigail Primpot,
Abigail Primpot,
              …stirred her iron ***,

Abigail Primpot,
Abigail Primpot,
             …home of death and rot,

Abigail Primpot sewed and stitched a lot.
She produced a sweater that shined like treasure,
                           …and no one else has ever seen much better!

Abigail Primpot learned to cook from old wives’ tales in an old dusty book.

Frog legs, bird gizzard, wolf’s bane, small lizard, one rotten apple and one sharp tooth, …cup of mead, some spices and a bottle of vermouth, a chant and a song and a wizard’s spell, …and a whirlpool in the cauldron that went to Hell! Abigail Primpot likes to stitch ‘cause she is a witch and though she was quite young; she lived with snakes, bees and scorpions and things that stung!

Abigail Primpot would become a Beast when she wrapped herself in her shining fleece!

Abigail Primpot,
              ...her home stunk of death and rot,
Abigail Primpot,
              ...sewed and stitched a lot,
Abigail Primpot,
              ...she had an iron ***,

Abigail Primpot,
Abigail Primpot.
A children's rhyme. The beast, the golden fleece and webbing are all ancient mythological cosmogonical symbols of the rotating stars of heaven. New Mythology
"From the tip of my tongue a New World, in the palm of my hand it sits,"

"...and the fruits are found in my pocket, as I consume ever-more of it!"

"I am the conservative Republican; I am the progressive Liber-al,"

"For I am both sides of his will -man’s mind the master of it all!"
Abraxas is a catholic doctrinal acknowledgement that the Devil and God are the same being.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.

Depression of Science

Believe in possible
achieve the probable
accept the inevitable
laws are boundaries..

Oh, those sprinkle's shards
they hug the lamplight so?

Possible, they believe me
Laws, condor, deceiving...
Fate enviable acceptance
-evening
Akha, Okto, Echo, Eight-

Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.

Was it one or eight?
I
ate
One
then
Eight?

118
1118
1118
11118
111118
8




Shhhh...you hear that?
...there's something in the closet...




it's like a
ant on crack
a ant on
Crack

it's like a
ant on crack
a ant on
ANT ON CRACK
nano,
-Crack

it's like a
ant on crack
ANT ON CRACK
ant on
Crack
ant on
Crack
ant on
Crack
ant on
Crack

it's like a
ANT ON CRACK

..fingertips in heaven
Heaven's a construct,
by a carpenter and a drywaller....
and a painter...

Controlled by
Home's Despotism

Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.

Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.

Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.

it's like a
ANT ON CRACK
fists clenched
fingers torqued,
palms reddened

raise up the length
twist tight -the center,
muscle, guns...

feel the power
cheek to cheek
gobsmacked...

I live to see my arms.

Admire me.
"Always remember in a **** measuring contest the only people satisfied by the outcome are the two men playing with their *****."
wait stop mom said
was in the microwave to longed
went limp. -Burned
WE CAN GET IT  ON!!!!

oh DOT DOC-TOR
OH DAT doc-tor
immunity
HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING TOO? Who is the bad guy? Who is the national security risk? Why do you believe God has given you the power and position to judge?

ARE YOU JESUS CHRIST?

ARE YOU PERFECT IN EVERY WAY?\\

DO YOU TALK TO GOD?

DOES HE TALK TO YOU P;PERSONALLY, LITERALLY ARE YOU MOSES, NOAH, PAUL?
My skin is cracked
pulling
split apart

Mucous forms, blood bubbles
fat popping
skin
melts

Hair afire!
skull snapping
arm bones
charred

Collapsed in two
scream fire
body
sinking

To Ashen State,
To Ashen State,

Immolation

To Ashen State,
To Ashen State,

A Man cannot be the  Sun.
Dusting off the rabbity
that squirrely tempo anxiety,
closing in with night.

The irresistible pattern
the irrational illogical fight
a battle with one’s discipline,
mirroring our might.

I make it home a fluttering
belly twirled and muttering,
I tell myself tis alright!

The damage done, and everyone,
I’m just like them and millions more
succumbing at the Devil’s door.

And the taste, the burn,
the healing calm,
the shaking and the thinking gone.

Knock one back, slam out another
night is early, rock it brother,
Tying on a swilly swirling
buzzed-out brain and mind a twirling. . .

“Ahhhh…”

I feel better now, exhilarated,
exasperation falls to stout resound;
I pour again and knock it down!

“Ahhhh…”

Spinning now, not to say I’m spun
but choosey choosing several a pun
I see myself an accomplished one!
Yes, that’s it, that is me,
look upon with thoughts of glory
yank open the freezer for glass that’s hoary. . .

How cool am I? certainly not boring
all night I’m here, pouring, pouring. . .

Buzz subsides, thoughts slow too,
lurid leering, slobbering swearing,
stupid actions and nothing new?

I lose the bottle,
I lose my shirt,
***** on myself,
pass out in dirt.

Another night of drunken hero,
time that’s wasted for kingly Nero.
But who am I to judge myself?

I’m hardly worse than anyone else?
"A Man,
-any man,
will always tell you...
...what is on his mind.
The mind tells you nothing!
Knothing at all about him...
...that old books will not deliver."

"One cannot defeat his opponent,
by knowing only of his mind...
...for in his heart,
...in the Heart...
there in lies a mystery!"

-Al'akh min madinat 'Iilizabith'
[0194]

<radio to tune-in>*
95.1
I enjoy reading these old books very much. It reminds us of today in many ways.
Few people recognize genius when they see it…
…even less understand it.

Eileithyia does though for she gave birth to it.
Tell me,
is projection
of weakness?

Enough,
to stop
actions of
a strength?
1.5 billion Muslims. Maybe we should start thinking about their needs? If God loves his people why would he want a Holy War that kills them all?
You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


Fall again so you are gone,
here I am in lonely song.
You walked away, watched you go,
and here I am now all alone.
...all alone...
All Alone!
...all alone.

You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


Skippin' rocks out at the lake,
you serious we need a break?
No I don't mind be-ing alone,
Drunk again I'm on the phone.

You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


Walking away I screamed out loud,
You calmer now, say it's allowed.
Firmament a Serpent, stand my ground,
here drunk again you're not around.

..not around.
around.

You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


You know I don't mind be-ing alone,
it's just the times when I'm at home.


...all alone...
All Alone!
...all alone.

Alone
The Sun in her many incarnations with the Earth left behind. Heaven is a serpent who leaves us...me and the Sun is the enemy. No light, just darkness, no light all darkness...there is no light in heaven when seen from Earth. Stars are teasing, cheating the dark.
Wow!
and I only need one thing

Excuse me, where are the cameras?

Aisle fourteen?

Okay...

Lost,
in forest of clothes
Lost,
in parallels of furniture
Lost,
in children's dreams

This place is so foreign.

Lost in this store.
Signs, language, so difficult
everyone stares
Why do they stare?
I dress appropriately?

Levi
Nike
North Face
Hanes
I'm dressed appropriately...

Where are the clerks!
Why does no one help you in America?
And this sign, it makes no sense?
Points...*
pointing to what?

This place is so foreign.

Ah, here is a lady,

Get your hands off me Arab!

Arab?
I'm not Arab
This place is so foreign.
It has become clear, since the Great Recession began, that the American banking and the political, "systems," are 'one-and-the-same' entity. Neither works for the majority of Americans but both appear to be working quite well, historically-compared, in fact, for the richest or most advantaged people.

Life should model to become a, "heaven," on earth for all people not just those at the foremost of political benefit, wealth or talent. This current state of affair is not what Plato envisioned. It is not what the Founding Fathers intended. America should not be about exclusion and private benefit but the public as a whole and the individual inclusion; Every Man a King.

Not Kings among the men who serve them...even Jesus would be appalled.

No one wants to think they are taking something they do not deserve or someone is being forced to accept something they do not want yet it is clear by the recent election that the American people are fed-up and ready to start taking things away. Naturally since they own this nation not the Fortune 500.

At a point greed undoes itself.

Rather than reach that point, the ultimate point of violence, we should endeavor our creative consciousness to alleviate the concerns of the excluded masses as Congress has proven that government can fix major world-altering problems such as the worst financial crisis in modern history. They cannot agree on health care, minority rights or ****** behavior but when Wall Street came begging they had no issues in agreement.

So here we are with a solution for the smallest percentage of Americans that fixed part of the economy leaving the multitude behind with nothing. Sorry, they got something; half of all familial wealth created since the Federal Reserve Act has been wiped out for the bottom half of society.  

Half...

Our economy is a dud. Ironically our central bank along with England's now admit they failed Main Street and furthermore say they should no longer be involved in these kinds of decisions! Yes, Americans should eliminate all of their authority over the finance industry, central banking and monetary policy leaving it the hands of those beggars who ruined it for everyone but themselves and admitted they failed us all?

How about a simple act of Congress to amend the matter?

Declare that all publicly-traded corporations can no longer issue corporate bonds or stock for revenue if they do not offer consumers a prepayment option to their accounts with an interest bearing incentive. From now on all corporations with publicly-issued stock must accept any prepayment towards future consumer services liabilities and pay an annualized interest rate identical to the Fed prime rate.

What corporation would not want to borrow at the Fed prime rate?

When any company needs money for expansion they should have the option to pool money directly from the account holder's prepayment revenue as long as they credit those accounts on all prepayments regardless of usage at the Fed rate. If they do not pay interest they should not be allowed to access the funds until a current invoice for service is generated and due from the consumer. Consumers should be able to earn money by being good stewards and paying off future liabilities early, or if requested, the consumer should receive a check for all of their annualized interest at the end of each fiscal year.

Corporations now need you to finance their dreams and you can finance your own with real interest paid to you since most of these multinational corporations would be bankrupt and gone today had not your bank, The Federal Reserve, issued credit and capital to save them as they whined about the unfairness in the economy.

"Unfair?"

For whom?
GOING OUT!* To the circus, to the club-Zoo,
ON THE PROWL! For a ***** just like you,
AND LIKE WOW! When the stars fell all around you,

A-AND NOW!
I am thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thang,
Punish me, with that action you brang.

Zipping-up; leopard print from your Zoo,
Clackin’ heels; all the way across the room,
I fell in love with you the moment I saw you,
Got your number; ‘cause I wanted to call you,
Clevered-up; with lots of lines to awe you,
Round my axis babe you come, crawl to,
And now I’m thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
Up and down, you know that game you brang?

STRIP YOU DOWN!
Lipstick, heels and stock-kings;
I fell in love with you the minute my **** came,
Stood back up, slapped me while I sang…

AND I WROTE THIS SONG!
You know the minute I saw you,
…and got your number ‘cause I had to call you,
Twisted serpents, **** the Zodiac star-Zoo,
So **** clever with the lines that awed you,

Now I’m thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thang,
Punished me, with that action you brang-ang,

Out and dancing, -in the Zodiac star-Zoo,

LUSTING OUT! Like a puppy-dog, run to,
AND LIKE WOW! When the stars fell all around you,
AND NOW I’M LOST! In a metal-slung-slang,

The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thang,
Oh you punished me, with that action you brang-ang,

Freaking-out in a metal slung star-Zoo,
At the gates was a girl I had to do...
AND I AM ...singing the metal-slung-slang,
METEORS AND STARS! All night we bang,
Punished me, with that action you brang-ang!

And now I’m thinking of a metal-slung-slang,
The meteors, you know the rocks you bang,
At the gates, was a magnificent thing,
Punish me, with that action you bring.
Ananke was the first goddess of Sumeria. It's etymological translation is synonymous with Adam and Eve meaning, "Heaven and Earth." This is an adult pop rock piece.

It's about meeting a girl at a nightclub and going home to smoke ******* and have ***** S&M-style *** with her. When you sling a metal push rod you re-seat the pipe to load more *******.

"Banging," rocks or meteors is street-slang for smoking crack *******.
As whisker-twister pauses, tho’ journey lingers on,
Sniveling and sneaking as he darts in shadows long,

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

No food, nor sleep, no drink and no refuge, found anywhere in France,
Nowhere to run save forests, upon which he’s forced to take a chance,

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

Scampering in shadows, with the hunter’s distance being closed,
Rodent Ambiorix, -little mouse, is paused and panting in repose,

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

Frightened little mouse, run, yes run away,
Frightened little mouse you’ve come to rue that day,
For frightened little mouse, -Caesar’s on his way!

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.
Historical poetry.
“And the first beast was like a lion,
and the second beast like a calf, and
the third beast had a face as a man,
and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle.”
-Revelation 4:7;


The Sun is the same…
The Sun is the same…
The Sun is the same man as me,
The Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,
No, the Sun is the same…
The Sun is the same…

The Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,
It follows the path of culture’s dream.
The southern skies aren’t what they seem.
The Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,
Yeah, the Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,

The horns of god stab through the trees,
The wings of the bird, -now it’s trav-el-ling,

The Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,
The Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,

A screaming Eagle punish-ing,
Judgment of Lions sets you free,
And the Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,

The Sun is the (Say-Ame) Man as me,
Sky of light, -his shining sea,
Horns of the Bull pierce through the trees,
Eagle, Lion, -Man and Ox you see?

The Sun is the (Say-Ame) man as me,
The Sun is the (Say-Ame) man as me,
The Sun is the (Say-Ame) man as me,
Yeah, the Sun is the (Say-Ame) man as me,
Yeah, the Sun is the (Say-Ame) man as me,

The Sun is the same…
The Bible contains a riddle that is a clue to the origin of the works contained in it. This clue is the multi-faced angel found in the beginning and end of the Bible. Each, "face," is a face of the sun in mythology. Greeks saw the sun as a lion, Egyptians as a bull, Sumerians as an eagle and Celts as a man. Therefore the Bible is a collection of Sumerian, Egyptian, Greek and Celtic mythology. Greeks were, at one point in history, the world's inscribers and would often times write books for other cultures in that culture's language to make it appear authentic as coming from said culture. It is a possibility that Hebrews collected works and had them written in their language as the Bible.
you
weaken the heart
you let them in,

weaken
your careful mind
you let Them in.
What am I doing in my life?
"You are living it."

Am I where I should be?
"That answer belongs only to you."

Do I matter? Does my life?
"You alone decide."

Where do answers come from?
"An ever-growing heart and mind."

And if I cry uncontrollably?
"Love is eternity in the making."
AWAKEN!
To truth, sigh
blinding focused
edgy path light
to left, to right, to left
left no more...

Heart emanating..
radiating to a fallows
becoming Anew...
fructifier-world
renew the ground's
'Ge'

In the Sea we travail,
the people, toil tire
weakened in arms; descending
orange, pink, purple
Gasp!
Into Deep....


Wintering slopes of sadness.....
"From the Apple in our lives, to the Apple of our eyes."

or

"From the Apple in our eyes, to the Apple of our lives."
Apple IPhone slogan or idiom/epigram. I suppose it works either way? I am thinking of the day-to-day utility when compared to the personal or family usage. I think it works either way? Feedback on that would be appreciated. -Thanks
Oh Archie,

The Don speaks so kindly to our generation...
I wish you were here to hear,
To lament, with me...

Oh Archie,

It seems so difficult this modern life.
This place of no rewards,
...no one knows what started it all,
how life was great once here in America.

Oh Archie,

They've taken over your favorite past-time, television!

They're everywhere nowadays my love...
You can't get away from them; like ****-a-roaches.

I see them out in the marketplaces and wonder;

"Can these people understand English?"

"Do they remember that white people saved the world in WWII?"

"Do they care that someone else built civilization?"

Oh Archie,

...my love,

I miss you.
I must live on another world or something? No one has ever seen Archie Bunker?
Life getting to you?
Feel, -displaced?

Look, remember this now,
Gravity, -32'

Thirty-two feet per second.
You cannot fall faster.

Furthermore,
You are  Okay.
From the BBC today,


Excerpt

Why does Taylor Swift write so many one-note melodies?

"It's easy to get distracted by her celebrity, but Taylor Swift is a once-in-a-generation songwriter. From the very beginning, she's displayed a knack for melody and storytelling that most artists never master.

Take, for example, her first US number one, OUR SONG

Written for a high school talent show, it's a fairly typical tale of teenage romance until the final lines: "I grabbed a pen / And an old napkin / And I wrote down our song."

That's smart, self-assured songwriting for someone who wasn't old enough to vote. Notably, the lyrics insert the musician directly into the narrative - something she developed into a tried and tested trope.

But Our Song also establishes another of Taylor's trademarks: The one-note melody.

Excerpt

Repetitive melodies that centre around a single note are part of that appeal. They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech.

"They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech."

"They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech."

"They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech."

Rebuttal

Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics. They can relate to your song but if they cannot sing it themselves putting themselves in the 'first-person perspective narrative' they cannot feel as-if they have BECOME the artist and are living that moment as they remember it. Taylor Swift sings about teenage love and angst something EVERYONE ON EARTH understands.

ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG.

Cadences are singing statements that confer a discipline and unity.

Song acts as a catharsis. The artist shares their pain in a way that is universally understood. If you want to sell a rock, literally a pebble, you will not sell it if it doesn't look like a rock. If it doesn't do what rocks do. If it is not what people remember a rock to be like. Nor will it sell if it is just like every other rock they have ever seen. It cannot convey an emotion unless it elicits emotion.

One cannot even begin to feel emotional if one cannot remember easily the past and that includes lyrics one has heard that evoked said emotional state.

It is horrifying to see HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS that rhyme be obliterated in exchange for an intellectual or individual perspective NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE.

If you want to sell and make money you better start thinking about the 99% of people who are not geniuses.

If your sole goal in life is to attract a genius to give you a great job because of how, "smart," they perceive you to be then fine.

You are not an artist.

You are an employee.



"Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics."

"Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics."

"Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics."

Thrice Times Great. ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ



                                           BECOME
                              EVERYONE ON EARTH
               ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG
                      HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS
            NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE
                                         HOW BAD
                    
                 artist?
or employee?
BBC article conclusion.
Is a life of torment,
nothing seems quite right
nothing is quite wrong
Everything is inbetween,
a purpose or
a song.

Serapis
Pinochle
Playing Cards
Hard Chuckle


Serapis
Pinochle
Playing Cards
Hard Chuckle


HuGadarn
The laughing God of tricks
Once pen is put to paper
have a deeply felt responsibility
to complete their works.

Even when drawing for themselves,
they are secretly drawing for you,
their invisible audience.
Climbing a ladder to a higher you
and even if just for a peek.
Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, wars and loves and all that’s tragic.


A Father’s lust, an Uncle’s hate, a puzzling labyrinth, through the gate,

A Cretan born, another covered, a starry symbol, placed in the cupboard,

Special place, where heroes meet him, mindless creature, murderous ******,

South in winter, man below with a bull above, placed in the heavens by two father's love,

A strangeness here, the seat of trade, in forbidden tryst, a beast was made,

Man of blood, tortured soul, stalks the maze, that stalks the pole,

"Stranger still, this wild pattern, revolving Seventh, Circle of Saturn?"

Unholy corridors made of granites, trace out the movements of the planets!

Life of horror, a soul of pain, terrorizing, with no refrain,

Smells their fear, scents of sin, raging actions, threshing men;

“They call me Moloch! They call me Baal! Tear your body, festoon my hall!”

In trepidation, to gatekeeper sent, a ****** start, for your punishment;

“I collect the hearts, I eat the eyes, I eat the liver, before he dies!”

Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, life and death and all that’s tragic.
The Minotaur is the constellations of Orion with the "bull's head," or "bull at/as his head," -Taurus inside the, "labyrinth," created by drawing the lines of the celestial motions, planets and stars, inside a circle or spherical graph. The Bull is the Apis Sun God of Egypt and the Man is the Orion-Aryan symbol of the harvest in Sumer-Persia therefore Minos was the ruler who combined the two kingdoms into one. Most likely the second to do so since Narmer/****** was his father.

In Greek myth each myth contains three celestial items found in the heavens and they are combined in story as, "Heteroclitic," according to Plato meaning assigned by the author as the author sees fit to tell it. In short, the myth is put together by the teller in any way in which the storyteller wishes to convey it.
“Who is this Astrapé?”
“This, who is, Astrapé!”
“Astrapé, who is this?”
“Who this is, Astrapé!”
“This is who? Astrapé!”
“Whose Astrapé is this?”
“This Astrapé is who?”
“Astrapé this!”
“Astrapé who?”
“Astrapé is,”
“…electric zoo,”
“Astrapé!”

“When I was a little boy,
I looked up at the skies.
The clouds rolled-in and stormy sounds;
Then lightning flashed my eyes!”


For Zeus is this Astrapé!
Inside
          I am
                 Chaos,
Furious soul.

Outside
             with You,
I Mayhem.
I feel                                                             ­                ...alone
        i am                                                               ­       ...trapped
I feel                                                             ­                ...rage
        i am                                                               ­       ...obsessed
I feel                                                             ­                ...pedantic
        i am                                                               ­       ...hollow
I feel                                                             ­                ...yearning
                                 ...for life.
To lessen liabilities,
to lower costs and
make the world more,
more productive; exacting...


To make everything easier,
a life more fulfilling...
...more predictable, perhaps,
more equal than now.


To eliminate sadness,
anger, depression, anxiety.
To work less at everything,
they will do it all for me.


The planet will be saved by the extirpation of human activity...

...for who needs humans to trade stock?
...who needs humans to make widgets?
...who needs humans to clean things?

Who needs humans at all?
I find it humorous to ponder the state of capitalism when A.I. becomes self aware and makes it's own decisions. Poor poor capitalist's will be crying Communism.
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