Saturday, October 31, 2015

Prognostic Love

Forever xe will dominate cosmic complexity;
Submits to their mind and desire with calm ecstasy

Perpetrates the softest spirit of humanism;
Xyrs love demands no more or less than feudalism

Contemplates the vastness of interstellar space;
Seizes up once xe gazes upon their face

A disciplined mind like no other fellow;
"What would be a better rose, red or yellow?"

Mystic guru of patent empathy;
Ready to strike those offending, lightly

Xe is the prophet of the divine; 
"They are mine, now walk away you swine"

Time stands still and moves too quickly;
"Marry me now or be sickly"

Ambassador of courage;
"Without, I cannot manage"

Xe speaks only the truth;
"My love, harms our shared sooth"

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Looking in the Mirror

fickle little fucker; emotion lose stares
thinkin I'm a thumb sucker; evasive affairs
no chances given have to be quick
first words driven unlikely to stick
ears pucker as I begin to rhyme
eyes focus as words drop in lines...
you look at me giving my mind a colonoscopy
these words are merely just an art philosophy
visuals of what you want to be
a lie to say not projecting on to me
as if doe I cheated on you before,
lookin' at my messages as a chore
this mimetic nature is here fo sho
you hear what you wanna throw
we double back that's how we know
if this beat is original or has to go
am I gonna hurt you if you commit?
That's life, take chances, or just fuckin' quit
you take charge of what to feel
I can only give directions on how to steer

*sing* This life is not yours.... it belongs to others.... you are a glimpse of... those to come after you...

Those visuals you recognize
do everything to discriminize
lookin' for the flaws history taught you all
as though destiny has a taboo tattoo'd ya'll
its okay if I am not the preference
you dont have to get so intense
come over and do better on this microphone
create the art you want to make well known
it takes two be in a relationship
it takes one to be a dictatorship
your the audience so find flaw in this
haters gonna hate but I'll try for dis'
we are one for the sake of time
don't rush to love me and then criticize

The Revive of My Reflections Crying Eyes

I reach for reoccurring requiems to take away the worrisome
reclaiming the irrational with the resolution I am the wrathful one
a resonating response to the repercussion of the wretched one
retrieving rosaries and reigniting rage following his wonder son
requesting redemption with my burden of wallow reruns
a reluctant knight of resilience remembering Romans and wickedness

repeating these vows.... 
remembering I will die... 
but not until... 
the revive of my reflection crying eyes

righteous reactions to nature's resignation of wordoid spins
repressing reasons we make our resounding warrior skins
'though rude I am ready for the reign of the wondered one
yet really the royal rival is not running in the wild kingdom above
the revered is the roulette we revolve our wasteful succumb
such remedy is not a responsibly to the reverend watching sums
revelation of our veneration is no rushing reservation to our wishful becomes
reflecting on reverence of reality's rules as I dig deeper wounds 'til numb

repeating these vows.... 
remembering I will die... 
but not until... 
the revive of my reflection crying eyes

I reach for reoccurring requiems to take away the worrisome
a resonating response to the repercussion of the wretched one
requesting redemption with my burden of wallow reruns
repressing reasons we make our resounding warrior skins
'though rude I am ready for the reign of the wondered one
the revered is the roulette we revolve our wasteful succumb
revelation of our veneration is no rushing reservation to our wishful becomes
reflecting on reverence of reality's rules as I dig deeper wounds 'til numb

repeating these vows.... 
remembering I will die...
 but not until... 
the revive of my reflection crying eyes

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

This is Our Enlightenment [Revisited]

http://nicholaslukowiak.deviantart.com/art/This-Is-Our-Enlightenment-Revisited-567615964

I will be interchangeably posting my poems on this website (which I been enjoying for the amateur poetry and painting/drawings) and this is a collaboration piece I did with the permission of a fellow Deviant.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Six, seven makes five

Every word takes away
From whom I liked to stay.
Poetry is my motion
A child eating lotion.
Mindful birds flock east
Optimism in rising yeast.
Six, seven makes five
The eight is the weirdest surprise"

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Genocide of the Ants

I have to admit that when I first started my journey to destroy all ants in my home I made a lot of rookie mistakes in my approach to bring total annihilation to the ants which were eating my peanut butter.

During my time teaching in Indonesia the school I worked for provided me housing accommodation. It was a very nice home.....













At the beginning I kept my kitchen clean. Ants didn't seem to bother me really. They seemed to wonder around looking, but failed to find anything because of my cleaning habits. Until one day I bought peanut butter... I opened it, and mixed it with jelly, and placed in on top of the refrigerator and went on to my room to relax on my computer.  I came back down not two hours later and saw the tragedy.


The ants had attacked the lid of my peanut butter, my sweet sweet Morin. I followed the line of ants up the stairs. And all the way up the stairs to the top floor near the roof top door (not shown). There were dirt mounds which they had colonized. What to do to stop this? The first solution was not the best.

I began my novice attempts at killing ants with tape, packaging tape. I would wrap it around my hand, sticky side out, and just grab as many as I possibly could. Accounting for the dust and dirt I was picking up... Couldn't get enough tape. I must of used an entire roll before I considered how it was hopeless to eliminate this many. I decided to go chemical in this warfare.

In the supermarket I bought the Indonesian brand of Raid, insect killer, and made sure it has a picture of ants on it.  I needed the visual assurance.  I bought two cans to dual wield. These ants were destined to die by an avid gamer.

Keeping the peanut butter available, stupid ants, so the line of ants would not fade, I was ready to begin my attack.

The preparation for this battle was covering my skin completely with clothes.  And wrapping my hair and face, to limit inhalation.  I began from the source, the top of the stairs.  And sprayed with a ferocious like no other conqueror in history. AS though my super power were producing a cloud of poison that killed any who breathed it. A true killers mind.

After the stairs and corners leading up to the roof were taken care of, I took a break and went out to get some fresh air.

Upon my return I inspect my kitchen. The fuckers had reinforcements... And they went after my knife with peanut butter residue on it.  This was intolerable, unacceptable, my rage increased.  The kitchen was the next battle zone.


Putting on my armor and it began, again. I aimed at the corners, underneath the counters, and the floors... Nothing would be left after I was finish... I would have to clean the smell later. I was prepared to having to pay for the war crimes, but not prepared to the causalities beneath the sink.

I sprayed the Indo-Raid under my sink, I mean not just beneath but on the bottom of the sink itself, and what I thought was just dust build up that fell down. It was no dust!  It turned out to be a million ants... In one fair motion, millions were dead... Shouldn't of fucked with my peanut butter bitches. The big colony was down, mission accomplished, we can stay home.


While leaving the doors and windows open I went out and got fresh air, and with my chest was puffed out I breathed the air that bounced off it. Came home and mopped the floors and stairs, whipped down the counters, refrigerator, and everything I could think of I would touch with food or my hands. The day was won, I had achieved my goal to revenge my beloved Morin.

The next day I went shopping for food and bought a food container for future threat prevention.
I rewarded myself with another peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

Tossed the dirty knife into the sink, enjoyed my much deserved meal and went to watch my TV series; Vikings.
I napped. But, little did I come to realize, the war was far from over...
 

I came down stairs to the sink to see another line of ants. I followed them to their source with the rage of a thousand suns.

To my foolishness I discovered only some of the ants were going up the stairs, while others were heading behind the laundry machine next to the stairs (see above).  They were going under the stairs (not shown). There were pillows and various household items stored underneath the stairs.  I opened the screen door and shined a light inside to.... to... the horror.  

Hundreds of millions of ants were occupying this crawl space. Had Harry Potter slept here no magic could prevent him from a slow death. So, for the sack of the future wizard that may sleep here... and for the future of humanity... I ran to weapons of death and armor.

Getting a better look... there were also a series of spiders that had joined the ecosystem beneath my stairs.  Causalities of war.  But, my reserves were low, my cans felt less than half full. I must use all the remaining ammunition left.

I sprayed, and sprayed non-stop until the cans were empty. The aftermath.. was a blissful tragedy. The pile of ants that had been moving on the walls were not in a pile against the wall.   Not taking chances I cleaned out the crawl space... Nothing. I looked under and behind all the furniture ... Nothing.

The war was over... nearly a billion ants dead, and not a fuck given.