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Ken Pepiton Jul 2019
Were your mind the soil from which words rise,
autochthonic,

filled with meaning-ment-al
ready to write asif

you exist, dear reader, and know
autochthonic
people are some different from

Gaijins, gegenes, genetical offspring of Gaia,
I imagine, gollum mud men, goy-soulish sorts,

were, once thought,
asreal as death itself, by those in the know;

but

we never know ever, ever being as it is and

this being mortality,
the act of dying,

asif we were seeds, words whispered in darkness,

come and see. Buy of me gold,
without money,
without price.

Grace, take it for granted, and grow on.
Become that which the seed demanded you to be,

when autochthonic was re
cognized as some word Nunzio Corso knew, but you

never heard of him.
https://allpoetry.com/Gregory-Corso -- How many poets have I never heard, who found solace in such a once dark word by adding self. Self-chthonic, almost spontaneous generation of more than existed before the word came to be known, and shared, just in case you never gave it any thought.
Henri Words Mar 2016
did not pick anything
the moment i walked out of this Japanese bookstore, by known means
picked up a monologue

a Chinese looking young man entertaining himself looking at the security guard,
'I could not read any Chinese ... '
gesturing in the air shaking his black backpack, off i went
wondering he might shrug

a sad thing, like an apple
napping with its pear buddies knowing nothing about its past life, the age
before genetical modifications

well presented at markets, feeling
fresh and cool like us on summer beaches until being picked by consumers

a price to pay before they leave, a fair one
unlike those tomatoes fluctuate their lives
simply because of good looking red faces
rarely grow up naturally

Mar 10, 2016 SYD
Dorian Mar 17
Two eyes meet in a sudden manner
Critical thoughts start to scatter
"He's too short", "She doesn't do sports"

Thousands of bullets, ready to be fired
But what made you feel inspired?
There must have been a reason
A need to change one's season

A burning desire to point out a flaw
While having a cold mind, unable to thaw
Come to your senses, lower your defenses

Find the hidden qualities
Step through mere quantities
See the soul behind the gender
And finally end this genetical slander
Maybe it’s the color of my skin?
                       Or
Maybe it’s the genetical components that represents such strong culture!?

But really, it’s only a matter of whether the shirt fits the shoulder (it lays on) that wears it.
                         Then again!
Sometime, the shoulder to be dressed isn’t the one (desired)(needed) used.
                    
                        I Will Be Back!

Confused, but focused
Broken, but completed
Lost, but self desired

The journey has not ended, it (has) is only just (started) the beginning.
Tina ford Jul 24
She's a biometric babe,

In a ro-biotic age,

Within a chemical concave,

In a trancelmania rave,


She's a nucleus alone,

In her neon glome,

Music is her dome,

Hypogeum is her home,


Genetical gender,

Genetical gender,

She will not surrender,

She will not surrender,


She's a cause for hypertension,

With a lyrical dimension,

She'll give you for redemption,

For the sake of her ascension,


She causes a reaction,

A chemical attraction,

You are her counteraction,

Looking for some action,


Genetical gender,

Genetical gender,

She will not surrender,

She will not surrender.

— The End —