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The water
Over flowing the shore
Crashing over
Destroying
The castle
We made
And no matter
How strong
We made it
Or how long
It took to make it
It crumbles
And our home
Our stability is gone
And like the shore
We will retreat
Losing each other
The ocean
Has become sabtoge.
Lexie Oct 2015
a native length
from floor to sky
to reach the kings
ever so high

a ladder built
of human bones
to reach a marvel
that is unkown
Ken Pepiton Aug 2019
Aye, they'll be no wars here
Russian Sci Fi full neo-hero trope
post the untangling of tongues in 2019
We got us a 'ero, sh

it's bueno, like okeh
A. I. imagined
"Better Than Us"
paquin paquin 'skool

global mind making us see us

Bable was a long long time
whole wide world now speakeasy one tongue un
tangled
from
the root of all evil

virtual free speech is like free thinking

Bravo Holmes Noshit Sherlock

Ruskie TV on Netflix, this is a brave
new world

how much green screen clueing do we need

how real can you imagine
this source
being
in A/I termsa All In Art-effectual Inteleosity

Eh, wanna play
the long game? Snak-ish sistere quest on a point

is the whole world chromakeyed to black?
CMYK reality
2-d
3
4 and we know there
is more

life is com
plixitified in timespace with sinkholes

from russian lit gone t' seed
in the days of geek gods in realms of emoting

demoting weight of adrenalin on a globalscale,
umphing
the dmt, just to see men dance.
  try it, its in you, you think dreams

you know you do
think
dreams, hard wireless ness courage
daring

to ignore the backstory and take the hero as
the hearer of the

angels, the forder of the hermetical stream
flowin' tween yen
and yanked

into reality with a pull
that broke the skin, an orange picker memory
eh?
would you know the rod of an almond tree,
if one budded in your mind,

lockt in the box of the coven
entitlement to the
kingdom, after
kings mean
dung and reality tv is indistinguishible,

can you hear Turings's gay chuckle,
how about…

now.
Folk Art, the ruskie actor says, winks and
pirouettes into

a spiral-ation action,
slipping in rorshach assumptions...

beacuss, be a cause
we can,
its
bits and digits all the way down,
the turtles were

never holding up progress.
They could have been repurposed in future myths,

as mutants emerged from sewage,
wait
...
who imagined that,
for real?

Your children must know the truth,
who will tell them if you can't lie?

That is an A, an alpha idea.
Can you think it? But is a Beta,

but beta is always better, eh?

Everybody knows, we sneeze in threes.

Charlie was the enemy, C. Company
Rhose to the occasion

how long ye simple ones
choose ye simplicity?
asif
complexity
this odd is
simple as pi wrapped in
Hopf-fibrations you twist in your soul,

There's the question? A/I (Arisa in this Netflix
re-run of "Better Than Us")
arisen
from,
queried through by
every
whether person's vacillating
on the
width of the eye of the storm
in the  elex-elite
distrix,
as co-related with the
degradation of the
Great Red Spot.
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Episode seven or so
the russians call coaches coach.

Hey, I call coaches coach,
even ones I never knew. WHO knew ruskies do to,
s'bueno,

Hard to hate a team player, with coach
respect dripping, dark stains on the green screen

where what shapes the future
reality is

visible, If I squint....
Those can't be, can they?...
Potemkin villas,
filmed in 2016, to run in Amerika
now, leading upt to interupt the
intentional animosity
with frivolity in
the 2020 build up of crudescence.

We have seen the enemy and he is we
envisioning good A.I. Art-effectual Inteleos,

as well as Pogo Possum did, Earth Day One,
1970, nigh half a century passed away as
funny papers faded into

the medium of memory -- look around--
loved ones ain't in the funny papers, like regular, back
when ink ruled the imagination involved in
judging
how Tibet was depicted... in our mind's
hearing ears and seeing eyes

shhh,
how about…
can you hear Turings's gay chuckle,

now. It's the test.
Whatif the enemy was still regular fold under oll the otherness of their gut biomes based on the soil amd the clime?
468

The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die—
’Tis deemed a privilege to choose—
’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

When Choice of Life—is past—
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate—

How small in those who live—

The Miracle to tease
With Bable of the styles—
How “they are Dying mostly—now”—
And Customs at “St. James”!
kyle Shirley Sep 2015
I may not live alone, but no one knows where I go, when I go there.

If i were to have a heart attack, or struck by a car, how long would it take for people to find me?

how would anyone know it was me, other then my drivers license?

I don't know if I can stomach my parents or friends coming across my mangled or burned body to claim that it's me.

My deepest fear is that I die and no one remembers me, or I die and not recovered for quite some time...

I hate being alone, and no one to think of me, no one to care till im gone.
I play life on the safe side just in case...
I dont know why I bable to this site..
Maybe I figure strangers will listen over the people I think about..
Calvero Jul 2014
A runner caught in between a choice of two safe havens; one has greater reward than the other yet outnumbered in foe so the plot thickens whilst the crowd roars in glee at the quick facts and fiction of the scramble.

After,
the critique sounds like bable.

You're ending line feels like a runner
who doesn't have confidence in their ability.
a critique
Mr Xelle Apr 2014
Where should I begin?
Or should I say how is it gunna ends?
I say down 4 but why did it feel like one?
Me myself and I....I don't think I have best friends.
Broken by my own imperfection to hold a relationship.
So what's friendship?
Own his nineteenth birthday was like a car wreck.
As I hear pouring of water my dad is getting for work then.
I forgot to mention I'm turning twenty in 2months,
All that other random bable is not poetry at all.
My fault....
John B Apr 2016
Aloof fool toiling on 22s

Torrent in toe

Tangible branchable bearings beset

Animus stagnent infact

Solution in stasis

Compacted it's stable

Refracting the bable

Encoding the tables

Producing the key
huntAblunt Feb 2017
Take a ride
Another sight
Changing side
And turning table
Movement right
Ongoing stable
See you’re able
Burning Bable

Live, last, turn, decide
Give, fast, burn, daylight
Come, see, pray, survive
Know, grow, stay, and strive

Jungle here so
You discover
Seed to sow
The path is other
See real glow
You’re my brother

Unreal things
That all the other
one adore, but
You shall cover
Lack in love
And experience

They built fence
Weird their amends
Until mind bends
Though no excuse
No washing hands
A senseless use
Let us refuse
And just decide
Dennis Willis Dec 2018
Today
And got mostly nothing back
Crickets

Sat in the hospital
listened to dementia bable
Smiling and nodding along
crying laughing

Sitting home
Writing poetry

U know
What I'm doing really

Anchoring, grasping
Hooks of neurons
Reaching
Across the stage of embarrassment

Pull me off this stage

Unh

No

I'm past that




Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

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