Re: yippee-kay-yay notes

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
>
it got even longer
>
we added on a few stanzas and did some editing

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