This One

A nihility breathes for time unmeasurable
Let your eyes see it until it stares back
An innocent individual splashes from its womb
Visualize the new form of nothing carefully
Suddenly it breaks and space lengthens
See the in child far out from its mother
A healthy batch of new children follow it
Chain every child together with formal greetings
The oldest new kid finally finds its long lost kin
Assail their sibling bond with a split of age powers
An elder cannot help but spit out its own bunch
Look at each pushing it along to meet the new world
A sibling bond sliced by age still remains a bond
Let the land enlarge familyfold with each new step
Soon the senior sibling sees its senior kid nearing
Envision the countenance of worry both wear
Either the former joins the latter or vice versa
Announce their fate with your opinion
That you see them proves it definite

Groundold

As blue terror rings its sound
As red turmoil booms around
As dark voices scream and hound
Don't forget to hold your ground

Ploop...

Ploop deroop ahnt halven seup
Trednes kemkav lavit rov
Tred na led eencrovide said
Intraleda salvit tov

Dursoom culda ladaree
Mushoom heep lev hardth?
Hevnes levit kamkaf delee
Lemnoo tropit inshemee!

Dov...

Jack and the Beanstalk, Slice I

Once upon a time, poor Jack and his mother, so poor, only one cow and an empty house, absolutely no food, his mother's voice like a siren, a loud angry squeal,

"To the market, boy! To the market with the cow, now!"

toward the market on the empty road with a cow on a leash, Jack in his humble attire,  when all of the sudden, a wealthy looking passerby,

"What a nice cow, what a very splendid cow there on that leash! How much? How much gold for that cow?"
such rich clothes on his back, much richer than Jack,

"5 gold pieces."

the clang and cling of several items on the ground, the man in shock,
"For that cow!? Too much, way too much! Away, away from me now, heathen!"
the final steps toward the market like a soldier's dying breath, quiet and slow, Jack in a daze of painful tiredness,

"Hello, boy, that cow for sale? How much money?"

the mysterious merchant with a friendly air, many amazing trinkets in his shop,

"Five gold pieces."

suddenly angry, the merchant's smile now a vicious frown, his face, a vicious stare,

"Out! Out of my shop, now! Why the very idea! Five gold pieces, enough for five cows, five better cows. Away, away at once!"

Effete, hungry, and still poor, Jack's slow steps, even softer than before, no hope, absolutely no hope, an old man in robes of strange color? Definitely not even worth the trouble,

"Ahh, greetings, little one, a beautiful sunset, eh? A beautiful sunset indeed. Oh wow, what a lovely little cow, and your look, that of a peddler, hopefully a peddler of good price. How much gold? How much for your pet?"

Earnestness in his face, eagerness in his voice, willingness in his hands, maybe, just maybe, yes, perhaps this man,

"Five gold pieces?"

"Hmmm, what a strange offer, neither the true worth in milk, nor the true worth in meat, very strange, but very fair, certainly fair enough for me..."

A wide smile, wide as the sun on Jack’s face, but not for long,

“...however, what bad luck, what bad luck indeed,”

An empty purse between the shaking hands, no gold,  a frown on Jack's face as sad as a widow, the tears 'round his cheeks, an ocean of streams,

"Why such a sad face, child?"

"My mother."

"Ahhh, your mother. With what words?"

"Five gold pieces or nothing! Five gold pieces or death!"

"Harsh, very harsh indeed, too harsh for a boy your age. Hmm, well, with no gold, and such rotten luck.... "

The fumbling sound of the odds and ends in the old man’s pocket, a curious little Jack, face agleam with dry red skin,

“Here. Here, my offer.”

Five tiny beans on the palm of wrinkly a hand, nothing more, nothing less, Jack’s frown new again, his head toward the ground,

“Beans? No, not beans, ’Five gold pieces or death!’ not beans.”

On the old man’s face, a peculiar little smile,

“How about magic beans?”

“Magic beans? What?”

to be continued..................

Poy

"When joy fills the senses with enough power,
The faux permanence of dreary routine cracks."
Knowledge clear to jouls every minute, second, and hour,
But blurred to blols who need it all the more to the max

Wheel Bearing

As the rampaging wheel careens down such a deathly slope
Why do you, a single spoke, even have a glint of hope
Of bearing such a burden alone?

Make friends, Mothafucka!

Treading Holes

If the footsteps you now tread really bite your brain
Why not change directions? 't seems only sane
That to get out of trouble you simply opt
How funny it's you who never stopped
To look around at all the signs

But wait, perhaps there is another factor...

...perhaps you're a lazy ass.

Perhaps you only see this one path
So you don't have to follow the harder path out

Perhaps you're scared of change
Perhaps...

I don't know where I'm going with this, so

The end.

PS live

PPS life