% wrote:
Jim wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
> cheesetray wrote:
> polished version
>
>
> the inventors: a bare redemption
> "yippee-ki-yay" notes
> from a blue napkin
> dedicated to bob
> zimmerman, bella, and life
> AKA: Tangled UP in Poop
>
>
>
> children of great men
> knowing full well
> the values
> of hard-won liberties
> fought and died for
> by the promised
> courageous cousins
> abraham's distant stars
> kith and kin
> of sarah's isaac
> gifted by laughter
> ishmael, the other
> wild and strange
> sons of keturah
> constructed to be mighty
> gentle jacob
> who sweetly stirs the stew
> even red and savage
> brother esau
> now all clean men
> of the covenant, keepers
> of their first father's
> sacred oath
>
> 2000 years it took
> to get back here
> it was given
> never to be compromised
> by hesitation or fear
> soul siblings, descendants
> and compatriots
> deserving of honor
> and praise
> born to retake
> and come to possess
> this lofty empire
> of the new moon
> a reserved republic
> of their very own
> dispersed nation shielded
> from all shame, under
> a shining name
>
> in her recent
> most happy world
> suddenly he knocks
>
> angels once asleep
> buried beneath
> billions of years
> of driven construction
> are now terrified
> and becoming...
> furiously, wide awake
> knowing full well
> in their upcoming
> reckless acts
> of violent abandon
> that they will come
> to own it
>
> they have been
> selected to receive
> and will win over
> this tired servant
>
> the trembling spiritus
> runs and scatters
> landing twice-baked
> abandoned looks
> but lady lazarus will return
> after getting some help
> of her own
>
> she recollects
> then realizes, she has
> but one shot
> for a first impression
> must send good cheer
> but also sees, eyes
> wide open
> only to be scared stiff
> into walking
> like an egyptian
> onto the sands...
> of the moon
>
> she is half
> african princess
> half female slave
> daughter of voodoo
> doctors and rambam
> she will become
> a dirty nun
>
> they have been born again
> and carried off
> into fragmented space
> through the sculpted arms
> of armored knights
> from jacob's round table
> sentinels on the watch
> always looking out
> to protect and serve
> those sworn in by red
> and black pledges
> keepers of the holy grail
>
> children now grown
> are playing
> in private movie theatres
> and luxurious
> fancy white schoolyards
> frequenting supermarkets
> on another level
>
> they are shooting
> cosmic guns
> with magic bullets
> igniting freedom's fireworks
> fashioned from mendeleev's
> annexed table, sporting
> a cornucopia
> of fanciful and fantastical
> state-of-the-art bonds
> inherited by a new
> and fitting
> most worthy stock
>
> this wandering brood
> of brave-hearted children
> finally freed, are found
> morbidly celebrating
> their own staccatoed suicides
> and the ensuant
> desired piled death
> of discrete, individuated
> independent flesh
>
> it is replaced
> through perpetual rebirth
> with a planted rejoinder
> each first fettered in its own
> iron graveyard prison
> for seminal generations
> of the ghosts
> of dead citizens
> those helping
> their hosting homelands
>
> a phantom protection
> of the peoples' heritage
> proud recorded lineage
> of all participants
> in this best
> ever-fixd marriage
> of language, and thought
> mental manifestations
> of only the truest minds
> but who, if anyone
> will capture the flag?
>
> this stuff of mighty gods
> progressively being pursued
> since first two paths
> split up on a slumbering mirage
> has been eagerly gathered
> by crude tradesmen
> and excavated in chunks
> for centuries and more
> to suit all purposes
> of man
>
> exotic rocks extracted
> are now being trafficked
> by governments which wield
> concealed skeletal keys
> of chemicals to be revealed
> to double-folded doctors
> degreed in their field
> exploring promethian fires
> zealously guarded by the shield
> down to paraphd's running
> private labs which will yield
> deductive melees
> from dmitri's table
> of elements
> results of new masses
> mixed-up lands
> conductive experiments
> paranoid tests consummating
> counseled hypothesis
> all this requiring evermore
> research and analysis
> plying mythic golds loosed
> from imaginative lands
> like mapping oceanic waves
> pounding rocks into sands
> processing flows
> charting diagrams of the mine
> perpetually honing to purify
> then refine, continually creating
> rearranging everything
> in its time, stuff recomposed
> reconfigured and redesigned
> fully reformed, until ultimately
> the inventors can help find
> a new culture
> of successful synthesizers
> for the curious mind
> like help for a future baby
> seeking a new womb
>
> wastelands of stubborn soil
> are duly blasted, forging
> empty hollows
> for seeds to be sown
> nurtured, watered
> and then grown, first etched
> into a cultivated collection
> of poisoned roses which faultered
> borne in time, in their seasons
> out of poisoned waters
> out of their multitudes
> of dripping shells, all beaten
> by stormy rains, each bearing
> fresh new fruits from sailing sons
> who wrestled with G-d
> and won, they will traverse
> these time-worn seas, to reap
> all the wheat required
> for a bounty of harvests
> from endless swarths
> of history's most abundant
> heavenly fields
>
> together, they flood
> all memory
> with beneficent grace
> for those who still remain
> left behind, diluvian
> sole survivors
> at the edge of time
> who begrudgingly
> will comply
> and are compelled to sing
> as though a cure
> yea tho' now they, too
> are sightless
> for the shadows
> of that floating rain cloud
> still hovering
> over lost visions
> of uncharted futures
>
> entrusted to those
> for whom it was written
> still fighting in darkness
> for this cosmopolitan
> smite, pioneers
> on the frontiers
> of universal classical spaces
> not of common land
> cosmos's hidden gems
> for revolutionaries
> who demand
> from their loyal nation
> these glowing treasures
> towards which they have
> been flung
> engulfed in the flames
> of abiding fires
> eternally harnessed
> torn asunder
> by the cracked frosts
> of burning ice
> subjecting them
> to this furnace
>
> supercharged missiles
> rich in weight
> and darkly toxic
> are powered up
> then faithfully fired
> into the returning ark
> cushioned on all sides
> by sunless skies
> which are now, in their
> wake, sleepily watching
> these scorned
> rebel fliers, rockets of
> long-deserted
> flavored celestial flesh
>
> cemented into ceilings
> of stone, these instructions
> guilded into our gentle
> genes, fiercely controlled
> and copiously copied
> since the origin, of the
> genesis, of the consciousness
> of one G-d, painstakingly
> packed away by fortune's sages
> pairs well-preserved
> like so many
> hermetically sealed jars
> of antique pomes, locked
> in a central underground
> sink of a most trampled
> and forgotten earth, shared
> throughout the further
> development of mankind
> faring from land to land
> from man to man
>
> they reveal a once
> abounding attic
> couched atop
> a noble global house
> not of this world
>
> solemn confidences
> at long last uncovered
> by brown, well-tanned
> good news archaeologists
> are disclosed
> for these once sun-struck
> yea, sun-scorched
> omni voyagers
> who dig, unceasingly
> in their seasons
> in their ancient gardens
> passing over, across, under
> and through the bitter
> unleavened
> dry cracked grounds
> of a now almost
> wholly paved, conjoined
> empyreal empire
> being handed back
> from israel's first fathers
> letter by letter
>
> like a family jewel
> or closely guarded pride
> passed from generation
> to generation
> they have tumbled
> down a watchful
> observant
> streaming alphabet chain
> opening new doors
> even those
> flying false flags
> shoring her own
> spanish secrets
>
> it has all been dutifully
> tucked away, never
> to recede fully
> and die, but skillfully
> embedded, amongst the
> soft velvet grasses
> which blow
> with the breezes
> coarsely threaded, into
> their shallow earth
> by fibrous roots, and
> mangled, amongst weeds
> which creep
> back through creation, into
> the mind's veldts' seeds
> of their plotted cup's
> most remote colours
> and can be found there
> wound up
> in curious puzzles
>
> gifted rings which swear
> a manufactured fidelity
> of their most dearly
> departed civility
> yet still which bear
> a gentle kind
> of re-kindled hope
> mercurial panacea
> for these driven
> truckers of instant truth
>
> rough and rowdy
> well-schooled
> baby black beasts
> just released, sit
> slouched, in heavy chains
> the youngest one
> still wearing
> her mothers' metal
> badges of the rotten
> shadows of sheets bloodied
> by unborn memories
> of sleet and rain
> she will shrink
> from the moonlight
> rising, meeting the pain
> of a krystal
> cleared conscience
>
> continually, they plow
> through scattered
> subterranean planes
> of layered cosmic lands
> in search of
> some kind of mercy
>
> deific validation, for their
> constitutional conviction
> of one nation
> under G-d
> a delivery, of some kind
> of salvific wingd victory
> conveying
> their unified story
>
> meticulously groomed
> for this long-planned journey
> dashing flight
> back through rivers split
> rich and red and bloody
> as egypt's deadly nile
> through once fallow
> cloverleafs of soulless
> virgin highway
> awoke, again, for them
> they are loaded
> as they back into
> a more perfect world
>
> indelibly branded
> into their rich-flowing blood
> they are brothers
> of the skies
> pre-determined by design
> to find
> this ineffaceable fusion
> through shared reminders
> of their holy communion
> traces of an inscribed
> diamond destiny
> maps of ancient astronomy
> the printed inversion
> of a twinkling
> star-writ narrative
> of the promised history
> of the promised birth
> of the promised prince
> at the incipience
> of the dawn
> of holy yesteryear
>
> hail, this breath of life
> granting pathways out
> honoring sanctioned
> tribal rights
> frankly fired, through
> shock and awe
> past cast inhabitants
> of a silent
> acquiescent first city moon
> into the ether
> of the unknown
>
> like glass into the eye
> but it will regrow
> a new coat
> as the banished serpent itself
> crawling, out of eden
> on its belly
> forcefully it pierces
> as it flies quickly
> into waters of slippery flesh
> a stinging, icy delivery
> liquid sharp, as the flushing
> unforgiving rays
> of a sweltering sun
> unable even to blink
> as it slithers speedily
> over scaled skins
> as though it now, too
> were crossing
> a deserted river, divulging
> a way into
> the ocean's bedrock
> of all time
>
> dedicated to demolition
> they follow
> their foregone road maps
> warring to find
> that which was denied
> escaping once again
> the shackles
> of extrinsic servitude
> to an outer world unknown
> still seeking
> always seeking
> the way back
> that way back
> home
>
> constructed hallways
> as prescient
> and powerful
> as fermi's dreams actualized
> particle accelerator
> old as the mind
> of earth and time
> and breath itself
> as sure as the discovery
> of a homebase
> in yet another wasteland
> of helpless exile
>
> going plumb insane
> as it seeks to tear down
> billions of light years
> of subatomic architecture
> and find release
> from the otherwise
> indestructible walls
> containing sanguine
> reproduction itself
>
> it is now encapsulated
> within, they are trapped
> in their cells, cursed
> by civilization's blueprints
> save for contrary action
> cracking skulls of both time
> and timelessness
>
> an insufferable law, of
> unbreakable code
> authored long before
> even the first proteins
> began to flex
> their three-personned muscles
> the roots of all language
> making master membranes
> mindful and impenetrable
> to any foreign substance
> as time's ultimate evolution
> of the brain itself, molded
> by its primitive ancestors
> through leaps, and bounds
> of technological advances
>
> a guest, crafted, to survive
> through the harassments
> of all time, beaten to grow
> and then find
> more of its kind
> revelations of creations
> of mechanical reproductions
> from its crushed mind
> an eventual re-unification
> of all its broken parts
> just rectification
> for all the long-lost pieces
> of its holy soul
>
> rippling reflections
> black as the blackest night
> as its animal soul cracks
> along the fissures between
> its divine wooden legs
> monkeys now hanging
> upside-down
> turgid and round, linked
> by their tails
> as delicate and backwards
> as persia's conquered
> high-watered gardens
> a lot of floaters, naked
> valentine balloons
> dressed wounds
> descending, during this
> dangerous extension
> of an all hallow's eve
> unlimiting, forgetting
> to remember, in order
> to curse god, and praise
> her most crazed
> funny collection of hats
>
> split romance sages
> saviors young and wise
> as earthly man's keepers
> of the bronchioles themselves
> agents of their own
> multi-thousand
> labyrinthine hallways
> leading into the myriads
> of millions of mini-rooms
> carrying the cryptographs
> for complex, layered
> lettered keyholes
> into new adventures
> for modern-day davids
> future doctors stolen by the air
> bent on fighting their ways
> through a cavernous maze
> a black, bumpy rainbow
> carpet rider, in its rocky
> covered vehicle, captured
> fleece of many colors
>
> autonomous mis-labeled
> artist, call her
> thumbelina, discovered
> by coincidence
> through glassy gates
> of scripture
> marked papers proposing
> answers, attracting
> all the circles
> into this sacred
> narrow entrance
> a warped
> and wobbly journey
> into satan's
> most assuredly, ghastly
> smoky, most
> dreaded
> princely palace
>
> a retelling through
> reliving, judgement's
> springtime tales, nascent
> greening memories
> from between their
> fertile rivers, new visitor
> shares, bares all, buried
> bullet from the war
> dark ladies
> from next door, first-tell
> of famished writers
> are they but souvenirs
> of fun, son still wears
> the bursted gun
> and so much more
> now we all sport
> permanent chest scars
>
> back at the farm
> lady zorro and co.
> are still forcefully tearing
> through carefully ordered
> blockades, of inextricable
> wound links
> and unescapable bonds
> through good time explosions
> blasts of ground dynamite
> sowing their mighty
> tnt religion, only to reap
> out of its black
> soot carnage
> but a splintered wreckage
> to carry out, from the bonds
> of a class-constructed
> emprisoned slavery
>
> still searching
> in surrounded solitude
> for the way back
> through this economy
> for a window, a door
> an open orifice
> any way out of this cage
> with no exit
> through a madhouse
> of twisted, catastrophic
> invention, and
> mothers
> screaming, sometimes
> swiftly silent
>
> they metabolize their way
> to the bygone remnants
> of stars from days of yore
> courting the fringes
> of their very own freedom
> caught in the clutches
> of someone else's reasons
> passover's orpheus
> looking back
> and seeing everything
> in its season
>
>
> but he cannot
> bear
> the wait
>
>
> it was another mass
> exodus from glowing
> aleph, escorted out
> into the wilderness
> once again
> through its own
> eventual regeneration
> slow committed
> betrothal, letter
> of orange betrayal
> collecting promised
> land prizes
>
> marked wanderers
> on a star trek odyssey
> seeking release
> from their tainted wagon
> of alien oppression
> banished and buried
> under a heated expanse
> of contaminated
> exogenous shell, always
> hoping, yearning
> to find its way back
> to her foreign shores
> the way back...home
>
> meanwhile, coming
> to know
> in bits and pieces
> their paths
> of sorrow, on a road
> to wholeness
> unbelievable salvation
>
>
> still she cannot
> bear
> the wait
>
>
> ocean's time travelers
> setting out
> on speechless quests
> soliciting only the first
> and fairest
> purified bounties
> of refined rectification
> g-d-given beneficiaries
> of their golden silver hearts
> of foam and sea fire
>
> more animal dances
> wild baby blue
> romances, obligatory
> heavenly justice
> it clearly is upon us
> chasm of chaos
> continues, demiurgic
> cycles loyal
> pyrrhic victories
> becoming questionable
> autumnal
> ordered shatterings
> of unimaginable
> pains and sufferings
> silent
> through a series
> of cut-up
> makeup mirrors
> down another
> rocky road
> delivered, from the
> strapping whips
> of yet another
> 400 years of slavery
>
> time's wishes lifted
> out from under the idle
> wound, the patient
> shroud rose over
> a new bed for her
> she is seeing things
> now walking
> through different doors
> out of the dust
> of man, straight
> into more magic, pulling
> rabbits out of hats
> closed, reserved
> reflections
> on his sister, paradise, too
> she'll pocket
> her discovery
> they are watching her
> quite closely
>
> torn and cast away
> piecemeal
> finally she flew
> they cut her in two
> southern belle weeps
> for whoever falls
> for her wicked wiles
> angel always teasing
> the perennial greening
> of her cold man's
> columbian imagination
>
> they are trying
> to break through
> and take it
> and they will
> taming all particules
> of collective past
> she bore naomi a son
>
> feeding hungry dreams
> in oft
> but fleeting flashes
> of freedom
> like the young princess
> finding an infant, just
> for her, caught
> in the river's reeds
> she drew
> him out of the water
> calling him thus
> the baby moses
>
> he will pass
> her father's test
> and be welcomed
> with warm reception
> a good son
> for proud pharoah
> raised as his own
> educated to know
> everything
> there was to know
> in the grand
> palaces of gold
> by his ministers
> and advisors
> all knowledge
> of their modern world
> moses is becoming...
> the prized
> prince of egypt
>
> strong as heracles
> and the once hirsute
> samson himself
> regifted his former glory
> but still hung up
> over delilah
> the chosen are in a battle
> to re-combine and uplift
> the crumbled pillars
> of former temple doors
> in an unwritten
> divine intervention
> with nothing left
> but a faint
> flickering remnant
> of the memory
> of the fire
> from its holy altar within
> to keep their people
> from crumbling, too
> beneath the badlands
> of a parched and empty
> complicated existence
>
> they are sticking together
> unbreakable
> never doomed to rot
> in barren countries
> that life and man
> all but forgot
>
> they are being rescued
> by a mighty lone army
> team of maverick
> desert olympiads
> racing atop sweltering
> solitary sands, in short
> bursts at lightning speed
> before becoming burnt
> offerings themselves
> an impending glimpse
> into the looming
> holocaust's watery grave
> sun-flooded
> kaddish of recompense
> for the mystery
> and beauty
> of man himself
> as they once knew him
>
> they will turn her, heel
> serpent-wise
> through the mystic
> city guides, sharing
> secrets
> of the skies, cut-off
> measures prophesied
> for her bereft
> kaleidoscope eyes
> lost left-over temple
> with the rarest
> stained-glass windows
> rainbow irises
> for batty isis, a black cat
> if ever there was one
>
> just another ugly folly
> of wasted emptied hours
> studying a blackboard
> of asylum, and refugees
> gone with the wind
> like two erasers' dusty
> chalks, from the charred
> ravaged reels
> of crime and Bullsh*t
> only to fall down
> into the used vacant lots
> of their drowned
> sad n' blinded pupils
>
> electric landlady
> but for a brief
> wrinkle in time
> slips through a crack
> eventually looking back
> only to find drunk jesus
> seeking solace
> riding upon an ass
> touching the hem
> of his very own robe
> lost jerusalem of gold
>
> 'twas a tale of vanishing
> twins, deflections
> from other mothers
> culminations, of the
> quick cleavings
> of four forced, super-
> naturally intertwined
> helices of white smoke
> strung up, then lifted
> together, momentarily
> into the heavens
> coupled ascension
> of blood brothers
> shuffling...
> ...off unto eternity
>
> they are now
> wrapped up, with
> no ordinary band-aids
> gifted, from a black
> ballot box, stuffed
> and overflowing
> from black bandages
> harbingers of hope
> an anthem of levity
> for their battered
> stretched, skull-cracked
> ancient
> and earthly soul
>
> older than the oldest
> bones, these laws
> chiseled in stone
> even as the world
> still turns, and in time
> a home, their place
> to share, rooted
> in worlds even older still
> the moving cornerstone
> of endless desire's pared
> raked river banks
> their place to recreate
> mystic music
> from far off lands
> water carvings
> out of sand
> and silt
> designs from great sheba
> and solomon, too, draped
> in rich flowing locks
> to secure and transport
> news of paris' prized
> apple of discord
> to their lovers
> through dark skies
> shipped over waters
> for but the lowly
> yet still mighty
> common aphrodite
> sinking into baby talk
> calling it nothing
> but a cake-walk
>
> her soul melted
> into pellets of poison
> they recycled her
> a condemned, cross-over
> marathon river queen
> already knowing
> that she will be sowing
> yet again, the seeds
> of a most certain
> curtained doom
> plowed under, by a
> never-ending
> shapeshifting ox hunger
> buried, to insure
> the double
> ghost-like indemnity
> re-crossing
> of her dangerous soul
>
>
> it is already being done
> there is nothing new
> under the sun
>
>
> but doesn't the sun
> also rise?
>
>
> a mer-maid...
> wants to know
>
>
>
> Serpent
> June 5th, 2024
Rachel, I apologize for upsetting you, it
wasn't intentional.
This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=669935664#669935664
So, you've finally realized that "cheesetray" is in
fact Rachel.
dockery believes those bob dylan rape accusations that
loopy rachel keeps tossing around
He's a fool.
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