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Contradictory Existences ©Smazogz
Versatility never stays sat down for long
Verified correctness is seldom wrong
Toe nail sized devices can remember every song
A knocked door never goes ding dong
An avenue cannot be without a tree
Mathematical calculations are useless when applied to infinity
We live in what we search for – understanding and divinity
And peace, the harbouring receptacle that supports prosperity
A ship would not float on water without air
A metal detector would not detect metal if there was none there
Earth would be uninhabitable without vocation
No matter our location we are all in the same destination
Understanding precipitates
Brains whirr in high speed confusion
Contradictory existences
Coexist until placidness can no longer exist
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CALM CALAMITY
Mother Nature is pissed off to the back teeth by A.Smazogz
On the whole of human kind it would like to place a wreath 07Aug05
Stabbing it, killing it, sucking away its belief
Causing it to erupt into a flooded farrago of volcanic voluptuousness
Blind to the needs of the beast on which we live
Denying to ourselves that our planet may be alive
Reaping the detriment of our unjust skullduggery
Oil wells, coal mines, underwater nuclear detonations – acts of sheer buggery
We deserve what we are getting.
For every action there is a reaction.
Altering our planets traction
We can all start waving goodbye to our holy faction
For it is only a matter of time
Before Earth reaches the finishing line
Crucifixion of an overpopulated, inundated, outdated legacy prevails
Winds burning the skins of all in mountain trembling gales
Like a yacht without a mast, like a plane without wings
Like a human without a heart a ceremony of descent begins
Taking generations to complete its cycle. People start living under ground
The Earth’s surface like Mars - an ashtray brimming with still lit cigars
Long gone are buildings, societies, infrastructures and cars
Money becomes water, wealth becomes food
Like a forgotten cup of half prepared tea, cold to the tongue and over brewed
Worthy only of being poured down the plug hole
The plug hole which has become our refuge
Living slows and becomes abrupt in symptom
As the Calm Calamity nears deridingly
It is too late to worry about what could have been done to prevent
Our fate has become blatantly imminent. Colliding. Hardly making a dent.
An explosion, an implosion, an instantaneous moment of corrosion
An inkling, a twinkling, essence of us remains in the spirit of particle form
Waiting one day, under right condition, to again be able to speak and grow tall
Confusion combines with combustion
Rebirth through random realignment begins
Atoms gather, stars form, asteroids are born, different identities mingle
Hardening of attributes makes planets. Cosmic explosions reintroduce life
Species stem, drawn upwardly, away-wardly
By an interstellar governor of discipline.
Distance becomes acceptable, chemical reactions build onto what already exists.
A process concluded. A process in dispose. A processes next step.
Up through the ages adaptability and
Acknowledgement of surrounding mould embryos
Growing from a hunk of debris into something similar to ‘Old Earth’
From eon upon eon ago
Basic, pre-evolved species follow the path of their immaterial
Never known forefathers
From reptile into crocodile, from monkey into man
Out of the frying pan into a time before the fire was lit
Again spore communities
Achieving communication with grunts and hand drawn shapes
All of them clueless to their purpose, potential and whereabouts
Time becomes a legend and repeats at every tick
Correct placement from the sun - lights a winner’s wick
Fanning, turning, burning, controlling, owning
Preparing us all again for another feast
I wonder if destiny will repeat itself over.
I wonder if again mankind will add explosive ingredients into yeast
I wonder if this miscellaneous palace of mystery
Will also trifle into another furnace’s pull
I wonder if mankind is able to control the path of this planet!
If it is then I hope it does. Because if it doesn’t we’ll end up a taxidermy model!
Lifeless, imaginary, yesterday’s news. Suspended on the universe’s mantelpiece.
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C d A b M b E c Y b E c R c A a
We are the cameras that take the pictures
Snap, snap, snap goes our brain
Like rapidly clicking fingers
Over and over, again and again
Updating incidents at every step
All of these skills are in our brain’s preservation lounge kept
Archived and hidden until a certain string is pulled
Unseen and shrouded in relative consciousness, a seed of thought sparks likeliness
Like life itself . . . . . in all its awe inspiring ways
Beyond our knowledge . . . . albums of pictures turn pages into days
Exploring new areas outside and on TV
Like an addicted video camera – we pivot on tripods
On the sides of mountains
Over countryside and sea
Housing structures
Passing traffic
Faces in the street
Through the stars at night and
The sun’s activation at Dawn
Are the snapshots which when combined create
One long continual animation
If we blink as we continue to focus on the same thing we get a higher clarity image to process then absorb
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CELL-U-LIFE ©Smazogz
Like tadpoles
Our existences begin
With a head for a body
And a tail to propel
We start this life
Breathing liquid
Crying words
Which we cannot yet express
Education and our warming parents hands
Bring to us understanding and knowledge
With time, we too morph into them
Acquiring the savoured role of Fatherhood
Then one day, I hope, Grand Fatherhood
By this time
The tadpole is a frog
Shading itself under a leaf
Next to a fish pond
Filled with hundreds of black, single eye blobs
The next generation in the forming
Cellular genetics
Dividing, applying
Building blocks
Of life
©2004 Andrew ‘Smazogz’ of the Quill Creative Writing Group (1804/2310 @ Fi Kit Tab)
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CHEMI-GOD
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©Andrew Smazogz 2nd Dec 2003
Dissolving through water
What we breathe, what we are
How we are . . . . Conceived?
The water drips multiply
1, 2, 4, 8, 16 passed 32768 then 65536
We mistook God as being human
Just how wrong can a guess be?
Chemistry is Maths, Christianity is not faith
We cannot walk on water ~ unless it’s a reflection or ice
We drink our God over biscuits or in pubs at night
Chemi-God, holding you tight
In everything you touch, everything you see
Can you be certain things are as they should be?
Who can question the unknown?
Will existences camouflage be blown?
For all heights achieved...
...Just how far have we grown?
Enters the Chemi-God
Mankind as defined by man
Religion is prophecy
Causing unbalance to the mass
Without perpetual motion though
No atoms would clash
So just what is this creation of a previous incarnation
Was David Bowie right? Was God an American?
Chemi-God
Chemical based, human enhancement
Metaphors inscribed
Graciousness wins over the written deity
A Chemi-God from every nation grows
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By: A.J. ©Smazogz031105
Dignity sits robbed by its stagecoach
As thieves desecrate their lair
Helpless, Innocent, Gagged
Only every guilty of being wealthy
Sacrificed, tarnished
By another’s thrust of misplaced belief
Hoarders and murderers
Convalesce in hillside retreats
Wiry, knotted beards conceal smug and guilty faces
Their conversations devoid of descent phrases
Blackened hands strangle the evening meal
A calf, its skin they peel
Laughing and joking about immoral foulness
Alcoholic submergence sets an uneven keel
Ran out of chips. Thought it was his turn to deal
Ranting and raging
Went for his holster
Too late. Shot in the heart
By his stagecoach robbing mate
Stones and hats at waist height
Interrupted by martial law
Horses half a mile away
Too drunk to walk let alone run
Four shots later the Sheriff and his Deputy
Had shot every one
The Circle of Pestilence has succumb
The wilderness around them they become
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Confident Confederates
Written by : Andrew Smazogz 30th May 2003 (for quill)
Confidence is a form of spirituality
It is the power that controls your mind
An invisible, vibrant force
A pathway sometimes hard to define
Hours of pondering, aimless inner-mind wandering
Thoughts ricocheting in a skull, trying to create interest from dull
Me
Myself and I
The confident confederate
Me - from childhood
Myself - is me now
I - is someone I haven’t been yet
A triangle of forces act for the boundaries for carrier waves
Helping the waves project:
The person ~ you ~ project
The person ~ you ~ want to be
Whilst amongst these carrier waves our mind states are free
However, when segmented and distanced
This concoction of me, myself and I
Is de-tri-dimensionalised
Put back into words - to be re-theorised
Then it's off -
Back into that realm as I look away from your eyes
An empty space - an absence
Me, myself and I, the crowd member - awaiting from you, a surprise
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C o n s c i o u s
A w a r e n e s s
Over the years man and woman have learnt many things
How to accumulate wealth and cultivate the earth
How to manipulate metal into machines of work
The list of discoveries is almost endless
But we are still unable to accept exactly what it is that we are
During past centuries blood and rage have run deep
We’ve had so long to get to know what most of us fear
Namely
– this whole process which our language calls being alive
In deepest sincerity no one really knows what it is all about
You’d of thought with all the talent we possess we’d know
I pause in what I ponder
Just what is yonder?
Will i ever know the answer to what i seek?
It’s a tricky one that
Maybe
There is no answer?
Maybe
We’ve just evolved to a point of conscious awareness
With all information available, some true – some not
It is almost impossible to cancel out the fiction from the fact
Where we all come from is always questionable
I personally think that we were created
Not by a man. Not by a woman
But by our true saviours
The Four elements
Earth, Wind, Fire and Water
Then the next question pops into my mind.
What created them
Written by : Andrew Smazogz 270904 @Fi’s kitchen table
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