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"sapien" poems
I. Neptune’s Theater A rock spins through the universal tumbler and its warm blue pools calcify as turquoise Neptune in his cloudy blue bath bath builds a lace castle with his fingertips Sculpts a submerged eden of crimson and emerald where painted parrots chat up cardinals butterfly and angel fry sway with wave pulse and foliated coral fingers beckon from arched windows. Neptune’s children are flat and bright, spined and notched free yet entangled in lace mesh ecosystem beneath an array of bioluminescent stars as a gangly pretender watches and blows bubbles. II. Sapien Siege The hot acidic hand of death grasps the mesh rends and tangles the ecosystem shattered reef’s loosed children scream beneath planet’s stars. Butterflies impaled cyanide-swooning damsels mesh-tangled angels hauled heavenward coral to potash, corpses to coal. The pretender to the throne blinks rubs blurry lenses, kicks plastic fins and moves on to the next show Unseeing and unaware of the luminous filament in his wake. Self-appointed divinity, deus ex machina. ******************************************************************************************* Ann says: All of the animal and human characters in this poem (except Neptune and The Pretender) are named after coral reef fish. Coral reefs, one of the most diverse ecosystems, are expected to be largely extinct within one human generation. Deus ex machina is Latin for “God from the machine.” Copyright 2013 by Ann Marcaida.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Children of the Reef
They don't breath under water they told me I did think they were joking at first but when a ship hit our rocky outcrop they were screaming underwater I tried to pull some down to the depths to safety they just convulsed in spasms and died as many as I tried to save they just died in my arms screaming underwater Do they all die this way with no gills and no will to live yet I know they breath through their skin I did read that in sapien law in water they take no oxygen in and so all that I tried to save just died screaming underwater my fins will be clipped now **** just like my bloodied wings By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Screaming Underwater
I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now, maybe I’m a machine, maybe I’m not a human being, maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien, maybe I’m more electron than neuron, and maybe none of this matters, maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle, maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs, more flamboyant than incog, more insignificant and important, and maybe I’m special, and maybe I do stand out more than most, but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters, because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust, no justice, it’s justice, feeling a bit awkward and bazaar, suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch, and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real, but I do have a pretty strong hunch, want fresh squeezed not pre-made, want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response, want to stay here with you for as long as I can, but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone, so please say something real or say nothing at all, constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence, that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships, even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,   but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix, I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Matrixing
I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now, maybe I’m a machine, maybe I’m not a human being, maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien, maybe I’m more electron than neuron, and maybe none of this matters, maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle, maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs, more flamboyant than incog, more insignificant and important, and maybe I’m special, and maybe I do stand out more than most, but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters, because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust, no justice, it’s justice, feeling a bit awkward and bazaar, suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch, and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real, but I do have a pretty strong hunch, want fresh squeezed not pre-made, want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response, want to stay here with you for as long as I can, but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone, so please say something real or say nothing at all, constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence, that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships, even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,   but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix, I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now… ∆ LaLux ∆
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DEAR MOM I AM HOMOPHOBIC Dear mother My guardian angel and protector Am afraid to tell you He was staring at me When i went to the loo His cold gaze pierced my back And his unblinking eyes sent jitters down my spine A creeping feeling enwrapped my whole being When i turned his charming stare held me prisoner and he smiled at me Mother i could feel his look perusing me like an art book From head to toe i was studied I felt naked as his hungry stare undressed me To him i was a piece of an apple pie I could make out gurgling sounds as he swallowed dry saliva and licked his death black lips Lust was painted all over his mane covered face Mom i was really scared I regretted stepping in that club When i returned to my seat he bought me beer My liqour thirst was hard to bear I betrayed my masculinity And accepted drink from a **** sapien of male fraternity My mind was having a cold war with my soul Wierd thoughts tormented my intoxicated body Where did i stand??? He welcomed himself in my table With a gecko like grin etched on his face "You are handsome"those were the ugliest words i had ever heard from a man My owl like eyes bore onto him with blazing anger dancing on my eyelids I was shaking not because i was cold but murdering instincts were elecrocuting my adrenaline He mistook my silence and commited a cardinal sin by placing his manicured hand on my thighs He winked as his blinking broke the speed record I cleared my throat and i knew it was time to recorn He thought his tactics had worked I withdrew my hand from my pocket raised beer bottle as if to toast He hastefully followed suit "Chee....he never finished as i bathed him with my beer "Hey ****** am straight"i yelped as i crushed the beer bottle on his thick skull I heard a deafening yell The rest i remember is being frog matched into a police car So dear mom its not my fault am in jail Am here because i fought Mom am not a law breaker Am here because i am homophobic
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
Mom IAM HOMOPHOBIC
DEAR MOM I AM HOMOPHOBIC Dear mother My guardian angel and protector Am afraid to tell you He was staring at me When i went to the loo His cold gaze pierced my back And his unblinking eyes sent jitters down my spine A creeping feeling enwrapped my whole being When i turned his charming stare held me prisoner and he smiled at me Mother i could feel his look perusing me like an art book From head to toe i was studied I felt naked as his hungry stare undressed me To him i was a piece of an apple pie I could make out gurgling sounds as he swallowed dry saliva and licked his death black lips Lust was painted all over his mane covered face Mom i was really scared I regretted stepping in that club When i returned to my seat he bought me beer My liqour thirst was hard to bear I betrayed my masculinity And accepted drink from a **** sapien of male fraternity My mind was having a cold war with my soul Wierd thoughts tormented my intoxicated body Where did i stand??? He welcomed himself in my table With a gecko like grin etched on his face "You are handsome"those were the ugliest words i had ever heard from a man My owl like eyes bore onto him with blazing anger dancing on my eyelids I was shaking not because i was cold but murdering instincts were elecrocuting my adrenaline He mistook my silence and commited a cardinal sin by placing his manicured hand on my thighs He winked as his blinking broke the speed record I cleared my throat and i knew it was time to recorn He thought his tactics had worked I withdrew my hand from my pocket raised beer bottle as if to toast He hastefully followed suit "Chee....he never finished as i bathed him with my beer "Hey ****** am straight"i yelped as i crushed the beer bottle on his thick skull I heard a deafening yell The rest i remember is being frog matched into a police car So dear mom its not my fault am in jail Am here because i fought Mom am not a law breaker Am here because i am homophobic
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Waking up seems like a futile effort to me. To be in this realm, such a pity for all mortals. As to one day, all of them will suffer the fate of the unlucky ones. Oh, how the world is polluted nowdays. Mayhem, mayhem, and more mayhem. Corruption, bloodbaths and destruction for the race to see which is the alpha-male. In the end, it is the survival of the most deceitful. In the end, I am still on my bed. My bones ache while my muscles creak. Waking up is still a futile effort to me. Sheilding from the disasterous world using my comfy blanket, seems like a good idea. But, if all of us were to slumber, than who will straighten things out? I arise and go, to face the polluted world. There, my legacy awaits as another **** sapien. That will uphold the truth as all if us are responsible, of how polluted the world is.
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
The Polluted World
Lights off, doors locked, windows shut, blocked off. No sound, no sight, no love, no light. Sparks fly, don't ignite, separation, blank life. Years gone, love lost, never hurt, at what cost?
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Anti-Homo sapien
**** if I know. I scarcely understand much anymore. I am but a puddle of coherent reminiscences oozing across the floor into decoherence and diffusing into maximum entropy. We are in Hell: all is Maya, all is Mara, all is Dukkha. Yet, we are slaves who love our chains. And I am a lifeless, fetal, **** economicus, mortifying de rigeur in the ossified skull of a long forgotten **** sapien. If only those kinship instincts could've survived the havoc we've wrought. Look at what we've done. Look at what we do. **** for money. **** for oil. **** for land. **** for 'justice.' **** for God **** for 'the cause' **** for the sake of killing, and pave over what's left. Leave a few trees and bushes for our dystopic terrarium. 'Our Synthetic Environment,' old Murray[1] called it. Now, walk into the forest. Be there. Stay there. Do you feel it? Any of this nonsense we call 'civilization'? Or is it that you feel something more. . .   poignant? More true? To a point where our heated debates appear as no more than frivolous diatribes? When do we stop all this narrative solipsism and get to the ******* point? None of this is real. Our thoughts are not our own. Have they ever been? The Spectacle [2] reigns supreme as we idle spectators speculate idly upon it. Borges's fable of the cartographers [3] has reached its apotheosis, and we are its unwilling and unwitting victims. . . .
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC
Ask Me a Question
BANG CRASH BANG CRASH HuuuuBANGmmmmm. WhCRASHir. I hold my fist in the air against a specimen that would commit genocide against me, a semi-sapien in that humanity is devoid. CRASH the people we call monsters. BANG the sound of nuclear omnicide. whiirrrr. If we all die, it'll be a great CRASH to ignore. FUCK'em; I'll toss my plastic in the heap if it means we melt off the planet or drown in our own eventuality. If it BANGs it's head voluntarily why's it white like a straight jacket [?], why's isn't it a criminal like Nixon, like no bird and two Bushes. CRASH CRASH BANG CRASH BANG CRASH Hum. Whir.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
"My Jaundiced Fingertips Couldn't Write a Convincing Vulgarity for Every Dead President of the United States."
Oh, I can't wait until we can paint clashing colors on our neighbors' doors, leaving love notes in star-shapes, saying ha ha ha ha, We love you! It's okay because the paint comes off when you kiss your love and appreciate the sky and nod to your reflections in the night eyes and fall in love with someone's mind. But only then, only then does our message enlighten. It's our life purpose to brighten your slacking eyes and to inspire you to smile at the trees, to make eye contact with the homeless, to give flowers to strangers. Blow bubbles, blow kisses, wink, and embrace! Oh, I can't wait until we bury each other in sand, Oh, oh, I can't wait until I can smooth all woes walled into your forehead. To count your freckles and draw my dreams on our bedroom walls. Oh I can't to wait to put olives on your fingers, put olives on your fingertips, Because you have silly tendencies. Don't let jealousy convince desire to worship ice cream cone gravestones. When you bite your lip, don't eat pennies for at least a while. Oh, I can't wait to play hide and seek with our identities and fidelities. Oh, I can't wait to gather basketfuls of hope and lust. Oh, I can't wait to hunt for honeysuckles and trust. Are any sapien sexuals willing to step forward and comfort me? Because I can't wait to see you again. But, I can wait, I can wait, because We blow each other kisses. MWAH!
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:32 PM UTC
Self-Whistling, Self-Wishing
The Chinook and Monsoons have no effect. Bring rain or snow, sleet or hail. The Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn Can shift or stay. The wadi and oasis can pool or dry. Fogs can roll, jet streams can carry their worst; Hurricanes and tornadoes can wreck havoc. This is my Kouri, my Oued, myTog. All the animals are welcome to eat and drink. There's plenty. Migration is unnecessary. The watering holes are wet or arid. The desert can bloom or hide. The skylights can shine or dim; Moons can be full, new or in between. This is my Nahal, and my Nala, This is my Dry Season. As expected, Feast is followed by famine; Plenty by scarcity. Inhale, exhale. I shoot a shot of Jamie, Having watched it pour, That dram of gold Eclipsing all that shines. That one diluvial ounce: Then my cave calls. This is my Akhet. My Wet Season. I enter sapien-like And grow hair. The animals scatter. The cave fills with bones and bottles. I eventually emerge With the changing of the season, With the return of reason, And see; Then hope My dim familiar shadow From the dry season Will lengthen. All I need is water.
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
One Diluvial Ounce
My bastardized Latin name approximating "[One who] reflects inner wisdom." I love playing with etymology. Cogitationis roughly translates to "thinking/meditation/reflection" Sapien sort-of means "wise/wisdom/sentient" (like **** Sapiens) Intrum is something like "inner/inside/within" and the letter u was once writ as the letter v in the Latin world, so I replaced the us with vs and trifled with likely absolutely incorrect suffixes to make it more fun to say. Hence: Cogitatio Sapientvs Intrvm
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Cogitatio Sapientvs Intrvm
anger unabated as sinful "humanity" sows karmic seeds of self destruction the future visceral in the present
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
**** Sapien Ignoramus
A wet machine encased in skin, Eating, Pooping, Sleeping all day long. I meant to describe my baby, But am I any different?
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Sapien
**** sapien* fluid secretion from fountains    under       my          tongue escape when I talk fumble over words pool in the cup by my bottom teeth    lower lip **** and when I spit all of my secrets     those I promised desertification occurs i am rock    knock with bone dry come and pick me, cotton picker the seeds of my ignorant youth    will       stab          at the             hands    slaver is hurt saliva
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
**** sapien
Hi. I'm human. I make a lot of mistakes. I'm hard-headed. Assumptious. Emotional. Human. I say things I don't mean, And I mean things that I don't say. I'm very curious., yet I fear the unknown. I display all of my vices and conceal all of my virtues. I get in my own way. I'm human. I am very unique, yet completely ordinary. I lose interest in things quickly, Yet stick with others 'til the end. I'm loyal, yet promiscuous. I want it all, but I'm happy where I am. I'm quick to love amd slow to hate. Well... Most of the time. I am shoot first and ask questions later. Well... sometimes. I believe that there is a being greater than I. And, no, I don't mean Beyonce. I believe that science s a way to explain religion. I believe in magic. I'm Human. I'm a bit sociopathic,,, A bit crazed... A bit depressed... ...but still lovable. I'm very lonely, but prideful and independent. I'm desperate for love and need a good hug. I'm human. I'm stressed about the small things and Lax about the big. I set goals I never work towards, And pass up opportunities that were thrown at me. I stand up for what I believe- Even if it's just in my imagination. I want to fit in. I want to stand out. I'm a walking contradiction. I'm human. I have been stripped of my innocence and ****** into the real world. I am given questions that I cannot answer. I am given choices that aren't mine to decide. I work through the hard times, And pray for rain. I have little faith in myself, though I would support my kin to the end. I detest the atrocities of life, And then add to their fuel. But, I'm human. I submerge myself in material things so that I don't have to face the terror that is our Earth. Not the Earth of nature, But the Earth of OUR creation. I do stupid things, and ignorantly stand by them. I do smart things, and stupidly apologize for them. I have attitude- PLENTY of it- But maybe not the right type. I'm human. I defy the laws I have created. I live to die. Sunrise to Sunset. I am NOT infinite.,, ,,, ,,, ,, ,And that scares me. Because i'm human, I am not limitless. I push my own boundaries, And orance on the border of sanity. And I Love It. I'm human. So my lies come easy but my truths are hard. I'm scared of the dark, Since it screams the truth. I embrace thelight and oush the unwanted into it's shadows. I want life to be eventful, but I don't ever wanna lesve my bed. I laugh. I cry. And panic. And rejoice. Bacause I am human. 100% Homo-sapien. And this. Is. Me,
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Hi, I'm Human.
Hi. I'm human. I make a lot of mistakes. I'm hard-headed. Assumptious. Emotional. Human. I say things I don't mean, And I mean things that I don't say. I'm very curious., yet I fear the unknown. I display all of my vices and conceal all of my virtues. I get in my own way. I'm human. I am very unique, yet completely ordinary. I lose interest in things quickly, Yet stick with others 'til the end. I'm loyal, yet promiscuous. I want it all, but I'm happy where I am. I'm quick to love amd slow to hate. Well... Most of the time. I am shoot first and ask questions later. Well... sometimes. I believe that there is a being greater than I. And, no, I don't mean Beyonce. I believe that science s a way to explain religion. I believe in magic. I'm Human. I'm a bit sociopathic,,, A bit crazed... A bit depressed... ...but still lovable. I'm very lonely, but prideful and independent. I'm desperate for love and need a good hug. I'm human. I'm stressed about the small things and Lax about the big. I set goals I never work towards, And pass up opportunities that were thrown at me. I stand up for what I believe- Even if it's just in my imagination. I want to fit in. I want to stand out. I'm a walking contradiction. I'm human. I have been stripped of my innocence and ****** into the real world. I am given questions that I cannot answer. I am given choices that aren't mine to decide. I work through the hard times, And pray for rain. I have little faith in myself, though I would support my kin to the end. I detest the atrocities of life, And then add to their fuel. But, I'm human. I submerge myself in material things so that I don't have to face the terror that is our Earth. Not the Earth of nature, But the Earth of OUR creation. I do stupid things, and ignorantly stand by them. I do smart things, and stupidly apologize for them. I have attitude- PLENTY of it- But maybe not the right type. I'm human. I defy the laws I have created. I live to die. Sunrise to Sunset. I am NOT infinite.,, ,,, ,,, ,, ,And that scares me. Because i'm human, I am not limitless. I push my own boundaries, And orance on the border of sanity. And I Love It. I'm human. So my lies come easy but my truths are hard. I'm scared of the dark, Since it screams the truth. I embrace thelight and oush the unwanted into it's shadows. I want life to be eventful, but I don't ever wanna lesve my bed. I laugh. I cry. And panic. And rejoice. Bacause I am human. 100% Homo-sapien. And this. Is. Me,
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The golem quakes from the grounds tremble. The mountain howls with the wolf. Everything that was supposed to hold mystique, has been corrupted by proof. A god that cant eat. A people that cant lift their own arms, in arms that hold each other. Now the thought mistraced faith reforms, deformity causes alarm in the masses because difference hits too hard. Control mind, control body, control philia, measure all your calculations always magnanimous dose. Part. Relinquish. Relinquish!! Give all sanctity and hope to the state, they will focus your hate, through a photoelectric device. Let them mold you into natures and **** sapien sentient plight. Allow your shape to be devoid of integrity. Be all you can be. Join anything that ends with an A. Starts with an US. If you ever take off your mask and see the cave for what it is, we will **** you. Plato is the design for our torture system. When some one says. "be born", concede and reply with "nevermore". End life in the womb. You will live the rest of the days light, in darkness.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Devouring Dirt
I am the sinner I am the saint I am the butcher I am restraint I am the tyrant I am the slave I am the migrant Am I depraved?
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
**** Sapien Bipolar
I preach a sermon unheard of those herding Filling the ever-expanding sky with a lesson worth learning But willful do the people of the ground need to be To pluck the thread of true happiness and glee To bend the frame of minds, and alter the realm of their own time Many collapse their own airways in fear of other frequencies interfering But can we not see our voice is the only bearing in this mechanical clockwork we're fearing Humble voices worth applauding hide behind the voices Passive to all, in procrastination they fall The reality of loss can only sober one briefly Till we return to binge on our shallow lives so deeply A predecessor forgotten imbues nothing but doubt And all confidence you had will soon disperse If you don't take a look at who you are and converse Comparisons unneeded, will only leave you wrought Your inner-being forever saught A flock will the sapien always be rooted to Wingspans of all lenghts suited Every flight pattern a breeze transcended Only in this will you find that you grew Only in this will you find that you flew
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
A Breeze Transcended
My method of living here Is no longer fashionable To read to write to venture Is now seen as second class To experience has evolved I am man and machine A homo-sapien 2.0 Letters pour forth from my hands Like a pitcher filled with sand The words worth less Then the commodity of nothing What is the point of the professor's polished shoe? What are we all really trying to do? Surviving is a middle weights goal Transcending oh Heavy Weights Behold! Near to death we link arms to appearent madness We've entered the dark realm of the void and it is Very Very Bleak here To die human Is no longer A feasible option
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May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
A Feasible Option
It's the way he looks at you a vet said He's right Your brother gone, only you are left cross eyed full blooded Israeli street cat who, as soon as his eyes were unstuck from infection gave me that look A tiny kitten, the size of my hand He looked into my eyes, past the retina into what lay beyond, my soul? Human and animal boundaries blurred He wanted to know me Most cats are just cats Like your brother, Beautiful eyes, but a cat's stare A cat's life, intersected momentarily with a **** sapien a ground ape But you are different You are interested in me You are a cat who studies humans Who wants to know them, bond with them He's a great cat, they all said at the vet My precious one, please stay a long time
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Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Grey, White with Siamese Tendencies
Blink, the lightning flash still severs through closed eyes Center, on the temporary illumination and periphery is destroyed Deep in the purple aftermath, radiance remembered as horrid ominous thunder applauds Defiant fear, seeking to embody godlike power... - fr
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
**** Sapien
I had a talk with a fetus today.   A mind talk.   I wasn’t aware of such an ability Until I encountered this incubating sapient sapien.   We talked in a language consisting of feelings and emotions – No trace of an actual language; No words.   He conveyed warmth.   Mind numbing warmth and happiness.   Mind enhancing. Mind glowing.   Life glowing.   Radiant joy ran down my legs And down through my feet, Straight into the ground.   Into the Earth.   The planet then sighed a mighty sigh of great relief, Somehow knowing that this child had been born.
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
Mind Talk
cubical geniuses myopic and tedious worker bee morals seeking corporate laurels conspicuous consumption erosion of gumption hating and trolling **** sapien lemming
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
Ode to the Worker Bee