Eclipse Memory (Collection of poetry)

[Trippy Mcgee]

Scientists get drunk often

Pleasure
Is
A
Step
Down
The evolutionary ladder

I pass a note with a carnation stamped down in between red heart letters to the far away paradise, the schoolmaster stabs out an extendable arm (Through possession of his familiar), catching my hand.

Holding up the letter to my Eden’s ladder, he chants,

“La le la, love is a batch of muffins baking in your silly mitochondria. La lee lee, godless wonder is the bucket of bolts before me, spitting and raving about some predisposed condition of tradition."



GOD MADE A MAID, WHO CLEANED UP HIS COLORS, SWEPT UP HIS SINS, BUFFED HIS BLESSINGS, AND THEN TURNED AROUND AND shot HIM/HER/IT.

No time like the (There) past, boy do I wish I lived-

At least, back when flowers grew devoid of nuclear mustard gas weapons of mass destructions

(look at all the pretty colors, sitting under the SUV after the rain storm),

you could kiss a lady free of bill gates suggesting that you get with the times and move a continent away than email each other

(horizon looks dimmer everyday, maybe cause I’m going color blind),

and all was good-all was pure- all was

Menageries of self sold lies about what tomorrow would never be.

Gray tomb lit up by Christmas lights, to aid depression caused by a chemical imbalance brought on by lying to your newfound gods.

Picking, pricking, poking, choking, rats behind masks. Who wear lab coats and pretend they know the cure.

A cure to
What?  

[WildWildWindWhisperer]

Born Victim Vs. Bullshit Hero
....Like the visual effects. The mood is subdued and almost creepy to the piont of distaste but yet I must read more.

Scientists get drunk often ...
Although visual in aspects it left me wondering what I should feel.

Moon Walking on Planet Earth
Simply sunk into the words and arose only to once more enjoy the next words. The visual so drips from your creative mind and overwhelms the spirit.

Cycle Men
A very interesting and valid commentary on our society. Society and those that wander outside the boundaries  

[Trippy Mcgee]

Ambitions corpse

Wrinkled Paper sack, its wayward melting,

leaving behind tightened up dollar bill sinew.

Crags of covers, slick sweat conquers silken sweet.

Eyes flashing gold, bouncing around, paranoid.

“The light is too bright. I need friends to block it.”

Wheezy gasp, silver chains spiraling into an outstretched hand.

Uniformed Dolls and puppets, with strings hooked into you

but now its mosquito maws, sucking you dry.

Shaking n’ baking bedsprings,

rings rattling on a coffee table during an earthquake.

“Calm down sir, please keep calming down. More and more….”

Trains full of folks flashing by, headlights tearing you down to size.

Forgiving and forgetting, giving you back your life, but all you can hear is

pennies exploding out of you, popping out like flies caught in your skin

Shrinking and shrinking, while the bed gets bigger and bigger.

“The light! Its too bright!!” than a glass egg breaks off in the distance.

And the windows to the old mans room, closed for the night.  

[Trippy Mcgee]

Formerly The Conforming of Al Limbo/ Now the Freeing of.

Hello,

I am here/ Notski Notzip Notarino Notabee NOT!

To say a swivel hip clockwork tango finish up
because I am impudent of my own-
- Home- Zone- place to goddamn Roam.


Let me flash this Guitar banging colors/ Like you ever sold a strumming strobe--mister cut-off lobe....

To my punk prep gangster grungy emo american jock jerk pot smoking paradise serving BZZZZZT-----crackle'
/Oh will you look at that! The Puff of smoke that everyone was getting high on has fizzled down to a blunt of silver against a gold facade./

/Perhaps we should erase this race. Holocaust! Hollow Cost! You insignificance!/

You're everything to everyone// billionares broken dreams revived by best friend butterflies sprinkling of has-been happy dust// You're no one to your one.



The Speech to the press was held in solid ice limbo, The Speech to the Soul was about to burst in free fiery subconcious sizzle usurping.

Lets topple this priests podium, with its blood thirsty pagan gods on par with concerned psychiatrist meek men.

We were in awe as this it, became so infused with a schizophrenic tentacle bursting up from hydras trying to bite it down.

It became he. The former masks that cracked against pavement as I threw them away no longer weighed me down with thier solid steel and stench of rotting after-flesh.

Good/Evil? Being freed so bright and yearning? I would learn to choose (for now I could) in rose scented time.  

[WildWildWindWhisperer]

Ambitions corpse

Wrinkled Paper sack, its wayward melting,

leaving behind tightened up dollar bill sinew.

Crags of covers, slick sweat conquers silken sweet.

Eyes flashing gold, bouncing around, paranoid.

“The light is too bright. I need friends to block it.”

Wheezy gasp, silver chains spiraling into an outstretched hand.

Uniformed Dolls and puppets, with strings hooked into you

but now its mosquito maws, sucking you dry.

Shaking n’ baking bedsprings,

rings rattling on a coffee table during an earthquake.

“Calm down sir, please keep calming down. More and more….”

Trains full of folks flashing by, headlights tearing you down to size.

Forgiving and forgetting, giving you back your life, but all you can hear is

pennies exploding out of you, popping out like flies caught in your skin

Shrinking and shrinking, while the bed gets bigger and bigger.

“The light! Its too bright!!” than a glass egg breaks off in the distance.

And the windows to the old mans room, closed for the night.



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You always carry me to a place where I must think deeper than the daily thought processes. I so enjoy such moments.
I like it...
Looking forward to more of these poetic works.
Thank you, for sharing.

Later...
................WildWild WindWhisperer wink