Cyclone

with the kids at the beach, thinking how full of crap are the theists. how bereft of
imagination are there small brain pans which can not conceive of millions and billions of years of evolution slowly twisting turning the world into the one we see now. the grandeur and the depth of the universe, the smallness of our existence. am i to really belief this is only 4000 years old? but how can one argue when it is of course satan who planted fossils to cause us to doubt.

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Low tide as clouds of sand rise the wind
Whirling across the face of the beach.
Dripping of wet sand warm from my hand
Clear green soda bottle transparent waves
Roll swell and fall onto the slabs of black
Basalt millions of years ago laid down.
High tide and I recall a childhood tale
From Flinders earliest fossils found
How the thin fingerling of cyclonic
Rains sauntered far flung Carpentaria
Down the rising gulley wadi dry creek bed.
Crashing the water flows over the rocky
Tableau blocks, actualises countless
Tide rolling and surging back timeless
Tiny rivulets of miniature fractured waterfalls.
Constant like this for millions of years.

Summer Hot Heat

On the shore seashore
Where ancient tetrapods roamed
Age old dreams explored
Wet sand drips her hands

Sea side towers of Narragansett
Minarets of Kialoa
Extraordinary lines rise the foam
Unutterable song lines rise the foam

At the dawn of Western Literature (i)
A woman; worse than death, brings labour into the world
Eternal Eve at the mouth of Hell lies spread legg'd
And screaming bringing forth endless sinners.

At the dawn of Western Literature
The gods petty and childish made her
A commodity to be passed around
Guilt, Wrath, sexual abuse at the first.

On the shore seashore
The rolling endless waves splashed
Destroyed her tower
Rising tears broke forth her eyes.

And these same waves crashed
Beaches of Viet Nam
Of Papua, Malaysia, Korea
Timor and Borneo.

i)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_literature#Classical_Antiquity
Ancient Greek society placed considerable emphasis upon
literature. Many authors consider the western literary tradition to
have begun with the epic poems The Iliad and The Odyssey, which remain giants in the literary canon for their skillful and vivid depictions of war and peace, honor and disgrace, love and hatred.

The Bus Fyre

WASHINGTON, Feb 17 (Reuters) - U.S. President Barack Obama, in his first major military decision, has ordered 17,000 more U.S. troops to Afghanistan to tackle worsening insurgent violence, the White House said on Tuesday.

Can't have enuf of dat sweet sweat change we canna belief in

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The Bus Fyre
(Or The Tire Down Below)

Her true Penelope was 
Two timing clamp
Chess playing idyll

And

She sed

They are rebirthing the
City against (And by they
She can only mean the greedy
The Rich (The ones who sway
This is howie most live - 
Taint no other))

O happy day - Old crappy
Lay - this tynkle tangle of
Bosses and cranes yawning
Off brilliant yeller plant
Tearing apart the streets
How many restaurants cafes 
Does one zyg zag 
Jumbuck town need?
How many beauteaks
How many shype shapes
Penal crap salvations
Private medicinal cliniks?

Oh Awe

Vile language violent
Violets of coercion
Dear red Languor
Read dare Heaving
Your viola of vial corrosion

She alone

Eveingsong

She re created anew tort fort
The objection - Our Master Mitre
(Randy Rudy Ready - All boys giggled)
Partial - Brittany - Sham forger
The stud ei ei o is a hidey hole
Mouse housed holdout
Habit/dreams
Explore/expose
Desires/Urges

Soiled Solid Sold
To the datum
The clotted hand
Cubit/creams


Envoi
And he seide, 
Lo! the puple is oon, 
and o langage is to alle, 
and thei han bigunne to make this, 
nethir thei schulen ceesse of her thouytis, 
til thei fillen tho in werk; 

therfor come ye, go we doun,
and scheende we there the tunge of hem, 
that ech man here not the voys of his neiybore.