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Date Posted: 13:48:56 01/31/03 Fri
Author: h k -A-g /|_ A \/ h....aka tH l e h | e | J
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 168.10.11.172
Subject: ALL NEW POST........FORGET TRYING TO REACH "LEVELS"......These Are Two Poems That Reflect A Certain Mood That I'm In....Yes, It's Abstruse...As Usual....Warning: h k -A-linguistics, Hebraisms, Intrinsic Metaphors, Connotated-Terminology, General References, And Originality May Cause Mind-Stops...BE ADVISED BEFORE ENTERING............

In The Year 5697 (2137 A.D.)


A Petrarchan Sonnet:

These Hebraisms razed the prisms..and raised the isms while the generated hatred praised those who "art" livid
Or rather, those who are limited to livin' minute-by-minute with no gate of retreat to escape the heat of eath
This is the time for the Elected to flourish and nourish a "certain-selected" with the courage of not being hexed
Trapped in the web of vexed-silk...woven into patterns that later evolve into manners that'll splatter the timid
...and their matters of gimmicks will get "tattled-tailed" towards the superintendent of lyrics..
A modest "mister"..striving to be surviving in these trying times is switched by the stimulus of the best
"Progress?"..Nah, stress is the myth that dwindled on the pack of gifts that God reserved for my success
Admired for the strength, by which I conduct myself in front of multitudes of imbeciles...at least for the idiots
Compare the one-stare I'm givin' to the other whites of eyes..the red in mine's "ALL REDDY" disguised from light
Half the time, I'm confronted by a collective that hides behind a certain heady, highminded "rhyme Simon"
One individual, inimical, the typical...trying to be abstruse with tH h k -A-ct..he wasn't ready
"Challenging one that operates under the words of Kerast?..That's akin to the Second Coming of your Demise!"
"I'm not Jesus..never claimed to be!..But I wait to see who else you'll equate that stands next to the Savior rhymin'"
I wasn't chosen to be in the womb of Mary, the vaginal canal of MS. "NESSAH SARAH LEE"/NECESSARILY made it contrary



A Shakespearean Sonnet:

These words freeze verbs...and in a latter time, "heat up" the conflict with a "POTENT-CHILL"/POTENTIAL
Tempers tempted by temperatures...crack thermometers, mercury slids into the throats of a certain people
Hectic, wretched, neglected friends of Earth are sent below dirt..."Offended by a thrill!!"
Now the leh contends against the aftermath of afterlife-defense mechanisms...next to prisms...lethal
Fetal connectivity to Life's first Breath seeks a shield from this syringe that injects the kill
Metaphors are better for narcoleptic-ingenuity...engineered by consummated amphimixis from God's Urethral
tH h k -A-ct exits bliss...'cause preachers continue to operate under Manichean-mechanics...still
End-time, fire-eyed Cathars are transfigured into the form of monstrous, gigantic, man-eating beetles...
Souls of Misbelief keep running through fields of high-grass, sly-crass intercepts their nigh path of zeal
Bringing about a hault upon your bare-foot walk...like heels pierced by Vietcong punjisticks..be still
"...and you're telling me to BE REAL?"..While my halo's abstruse appeal slips off the jilted-ill
Caught up in Hell's Hot Pits..twelve prophets duck for cover from the flesh-eating Rhadamanthine Eagle....
Behold soliloquy, a bold-entity told his ol' "ANY ME"/ENEMY to control synergy and fold energy..quickly
Detrimentally, a dexterous enemy seeks any "sin to tweek" many "men of weak" within reach.....instantly...


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