3 p's [part IV]

you're fission so inexplicable
you're season wrought in moments
your cymbals, crash and ride
your congenial formation cements

she pauses to relish
a bright side like galathea scooping abyssal depths

half lives mimicking of loser posers tripping the realm of rock fusion
promises of redemption in the after-life
blowing pan-pipes, busking on streets unlike anything ever
while others markedly mobile
we are tritons trapped and riddled for demolition

how eyes and suckers
walking a carnivorous path pumping fossils these drone societies
are at war

transjordan

when mount hermon sends melting dew
four thousand years spun farms and trades
solomon son of david knew
of transjordan charm in future crusades

how could he have not fallen prey?
lawrence did offer refuse
conflicting agendas would nor dare say
he had been bought as he had been, ..to their abuse

philadelphia as ancient is sung
west before palestine, here romans astray
selling out, letting off so young
pleasing all masters, refugees from the right-way

3 p's [part III]

a body of H2O
just the size of Colorado, or Idaho
in a manner of speaking
mere mention would allure tension
mere attention would invite aggression

how could it be so?
what's the hurry?
just speak for your ego
what's more scary,
the war or the hero?

as we perceive clones
so shall it perceive us
if we notice deformity
our observance shall be the first