A Barrier of Greatness

 

You should have seen it…
It was a barrier of greatness.
World heaters would flock to co-exist with the show.
An off Broadway spectacle known as, “The Neon Phenom.”
It was the envy of the universe.
Voted Number One honeymoon destination of all time in the eon’s edition of the “Extraterrestrial Weekly”.
There was a growing “feer” from the entity of stardust origination.
The show’s vibrant colors had begun to rapidly fade and now lacked it’s previous dimension.
The inhabitants of the water rock knew not of its importance.
It was a great gift from mother nature.
The bi-product of her planetary evolution.
Quantum mechanical reflection.
Living and breathing coordinate system.
A Galactic image of space!
Or maybe it was just…
The map of coral stars for fish made of jelly

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Can the earth create crust formations to communicate with life unbeknownst to us?  I think it’s in your best interest to let your imagination decide this quandary.  I’ve always been fascinated with idea that our planet known as earth is alive.  Which it is.  Is the earth encoded with the same evolutionary standard that DNA provides humans?  Most likely not.  I have no scientific proof that the Earth does or does not have an evolutionary standard of its own.  Being a human myself I find the “thought process” of the earth quite confounding.  I don’t think the earth has a consciousness because if it did we would likely already be dead.  You know because certain people and or corporations do ungodly things to our beloved planet.  However, I do like the concept that it might.  This poem is a requiem for the Great Barrier Reef which in some scientific circles has been pronounced “DEAD”.

Memory Lapse

 

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Memory Lapse

Inevitability on the edge of reality.

Somewhere at the intersection of duality.

It was the year that leaped over

a nest of cuckoo’s.

Tic Tok goes the clock.

The journey is non-stop.

Time is the loop.

The speed of light is the duration

relative to universal expectation.

Days become a time lapse of the Picasso.

Nights become a blink of an eye.

Glimpse into the unthinkable

as a rubber band of expansion retracts.

On the outskirts of dimension

the way is continuously milky

dipping into the hour of zero.

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This poem was inspired by time relative to age.  When I was younger I thought the days would never end.  The nights would last forever.  The older I get the shorter the season.  Days feel as automated as a breathe of air.  The nights vanish into sunrise. 

 

Dreamscape

Dream Brain Waves

Original Art Credit: Denise D Art Everyday

Ride the wave

into the isle of duality.

Where man creates

an alternate reality.

Agaricus Bisporus (Mushroom)

based dreams

affect the atmosphere

of canvass.

Psychedelic recluse’s

garlic induced energy

clouds – project stunning

visuals.

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The Big Queef

The Big Queef

A wind gust
blows against my balls.
The smell, is where
the trouble started.
I realized she had just farted.

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Flower Blossoms Wither in the Growl

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This photo was taken days before the “Battle of Bastards”

A letter delivered via raven transcribed

 

My sweet flower.

My delightful piece of Brie.  (Brie cheese is a tasty delight don’t you think?)

My Love,

where art thou?

Without you by my side its

a perpetual state of ground hogs day (Bill Murray was great in this movie.)

I had hoped you would

have reached out to me

by this hour.

I miss watching the fear in your eyes

wash away at one glance into

my fierce mug (Mug in this reference is not a drinking apparatus but in actuality is a slang term for face.)

Desire; Submissively allow claws to gently clench

against your flesh as a reminder.

This nightmarish dream of vertigo

turns into warmth as you

fall into my arms…said the wolf.

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Happy Umbilical Cord Release Day

 

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I was a fetus once

Polaroids

In a 1980’s shoe box

Proof of infancy

A remembrance

Units of parental guidance

Have provided refreshments

As the light is dimmed

Wax-lit-wicks

On top of a moist Betty Crocker

The seance begins

Nursery rhymes

Endorsing happiness

Someone cut the cord on this shindig

I think I’m going to need a drink.

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Birthday repost (It is my birthday and I’ll repost if I want to)

One Percent

One Percent

 

It’s a sad day in Mudville,

the early bird has caught the worm.

A coalition of neck ties strangle

a regime of white collars.

Loafers eagerly seek pennies while

marching on a street made of walls.

You can still hear the echo of the starting gun

as a pig shaped nimbus slowly eats away at

the blue sky.

The American dream.

The few, the proud, the ones immune to the insatiable greed.

Ostracized by jargon of the democratic republic.

Free souls labeled hippies.

Those that would prefer to live among the trees.

Whom value the right of future generations to have fresh air to breath.

The credo:

Lifestyle is freedom.

Corporations who needs ’em.

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