literature
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Literature
Literature,
Enlightens, pacifies, enthuses,
Connects, helps, immortalizes,
Strengthens, Excites,
Ever!
"KAPOSI’S SARCOMA"
KAPOSI’S SARCOMA
It’s been many years since Charlie has showered.
By a rapist, he was roughly deflowered.
Born a piece of trash, he will remain the same.
Generations of incest are most likely to blame.
He wears a dress because he’s a homosexual.
The frigid turnip has become hypersexual.
Charlie was placed in a nursing home.
He acquired immune deficiency syndrome.
He’s such a mess.
His stature is small.
Refuse to feed him.
Don’t feed him at all.
Transfusion trades;
He’s learned a trade.
Spread it on purpose;
Another one laid.
Partaking in the spreading of Aids.
Sharing blood by way of needles and razor blades.
I enjoy seeing his many defections.
He has lost the ability to fight infections.
He’s expecting to die from pneumonia;
Either that, or Kaposi’s Sarcoma.
His request was to be cremated.
Instead, for him a black casket awaited.
Infect them with;
Immune system disease.
There is no cure.
Spread and seize.
Sniff really hard.
Smell the aroma.
Charlie died;
From Kaposi’s Sarcoma.
From the book, EXOTIC NEUROTIC.
Copyright © 2016 Kenneth Jarrett Singleton
All rights reserved
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"BONNIE’S DESTRUCTION OF THE PRISTINE DISHES"
BONNIE’S DESTRUCTION OF THE PRISTINE DISHES
Long live rage, as well as, tragedy.
They’ll live evermore.
I am confident without your trust.
I’m glad that life is a major whore.
She has washed her spotless dishes;
But they will never dry.
She has washed her pristine wishes;
But the promises were all lies.
Long live straining and intact notions.
Some people live life only for chores.
I am confident that you will rust.
It is now time to produce the spores.
She has left the rumor vacant.
Gossip is left for thought.
She has left the tumor vacant.
She is exactly what you are not.
I created my own discontent.
Contentment is absent and far away.
Indulging in misery without consent;
I wonder what Bonnie would say?
She possesses her own opinions.
Bonnie’s judgment is viewed as fair.
She should put on display her dominion.
Long live misery and despair.
From the book, EXOTIC NEUROTIC.
Copyright © 2016 Kenneth Jarrett Singleton
All rights reserved
"PUTRID BIRTH"
Literature is like a Beautiful Wife!
Literature is like a second life,
Literature is like a beautiful wife!
Literature captures history,
Literature is pregnant with creativity!
A writer breathes again and for eternity,
For the second time after fatality,
Through his startling creations,
And inspiring myriad imminent generations!
Even time may beat the pyramids someday!
But not literature, my poignant heart has to say!
Creation of the World
Written by: Alejandra Jimenez & Andrés Sánchez
Fable
Creation of the world
At first, everything was silence. The universe was at peace, and nothing existed but a solitary god, in the form of a wolf. This wolf, the white wolf was on a long slumber, but eventually he woke up. After his awakening he decided that he should create the world. To do this he first created three gods, one for each element of the universe. God of earth, the black rabbit, god of water, a giant water turtle and god of the wind, the ethereal falcon. They lived peacefully before their long work for creating the world. The white wolf demanded the three childish gods his view for the new world. It must be colorful he said, full of life he demanded, it must be big, and there must always be light.
The gods got to work with the white wolf’s request for his vision of the perfect world, but there were some problems. The gods unfortunately were childish and had no self control. They didn’t complete the task that the white wolf set them to. They created the world, but in midst of chaos and disaster. Gods were always fighting, thinking who was the most important of them all, creating most of our landscapes and phenomenons. The god of water created the rivers, oceans, and lakes.During a fight the god of wind got mad at the god of water, therefore, he throwed all his anger by creating storms, taking out the peacefulness of still water. The god of earth created the land, while in another fight with god of wind about who gets the more space, he created the mountains, trying to build up even more, overshadowing god of wind.
There were also other factors that contributed, the gods had very particular personalities. The god of water didn’t like fighting that much, so he decided he shall leave so he could be in peace somewhere else, his presence kept flowing all oceans, rivers, and lakes. But by leaving a part of the Earth turned into ice, and that’s how it was created. God of wind had very changing personalities, depending on the day, so he created the seasons, when he was angry and didn’t feel anything he created winter, cold as his personality.
All their actions destroyed the peace that the wolf, the god of gods had been living in, and he was tired of hearing the same problems and issues all over again, just from them three. After this, he decided more people was needed for distraction, so he created human beings, giving them things to exist and develop. Watching their arguments and events they were going through was more entertaining for the god of gods. Creating new ones every time others ceased to exist.
Definition of Literature
Literature is like water,
It does have ups and downs,
As is seen in the sea-waves,
Yet it works as the hearts’ redeemer.
They say that literature is like a mirror,
To Solzhenitsyn, it’s the “living memory of a nation”,
To Chesterton, it’s “a luxury”,
To Assante, “literature is air”.
Literature is that certain destination,
Where the writers and readers assemble in unison.
Poesy
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and this thing called poetry,
plucked from a pocket
of space and time.
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a blindly adorned subtlety
flowing from the wings
of angels' thoughts unthought,
but with sultry desire.
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a rhythmic taste
of word salad
that fumbles all
too easily and too often
from the lips of poets that choke
on the salty aftertaste of
frivolous candor,
with a raucous brouhaha
likened to a howl
from the maw
of a wild banshee.
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untamed and yet,
so wildly untainted
in the heat
of it's innocent discourse
that one can only
breathe deeply,
the sensation of the moment,
and know how it feels to
wear the cloak of truth.
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4:03 AM 8/11/2013 ©
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