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In article <184efd14657a4ca7$63924$591474$
20dd2a6e@news.thecubenet.com>,
Rudy Canoza <
rudy.can@jllkone.not> wrote:
% 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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but are posting useless noise. Spamtrolls are newsgroup vandals!
Thoses trolls are as bad as Donald Trump on Twitter.
Spamtroller Rudy Canoza , thou art rebuked in the Name of Yahweh the Father, Lord Jesus Christ the Son and the Holy Spirit for Jesus has all authority here and Satan has no authority here!
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Member - Liberal International This is
doctor@nk.ca Ici
doctor@nk.ca
Yahweh, King & country!Never Satan President Republic!Beware AntiChrist rising! Look at Psalms 14 and 53 on Atheism ;
All I want to hear from JEsus Christ is WEll done Good and Faithful servant
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