REVISIT Five Poems "Judoka" "Stellar History Lesson" "Mary Magdelene" "Pollen" "Samurai vs Ninjas"

If I was a ninja assassin, would I spy on a Judoka,
to see what was a sound way to fullfill my plan...

If I found that he never ate or drank anything
... he took an eye off, how would I poisen him?

If i knew he wore armor and moved swiftly,
where would I aim the shuriken?

If he trained himself to hear silent steps
louder than the ones that ruffle,
how would I strick him from behind?

What would a Judoka do if he knew
that a ninja assassin was trying to hit him at home,
while he was naked?

would he allow himself to take it, catch it, and eat it?...

I hope he would do this,
but respect a Samurai's code
of trusting the enemy more than the friend...

because friends and judoka seek companionship,
not ammonia, stones, and silent steps...

come my blue tooth friend
rap to me
sing the essence of our past
in marshlands that turned green like wasabi peas

don't delude your words
... hold you Judoka soul !!!
it has Value
on this cold blue star...
prove that it does not spell death !!!

In the begining
there was only light
light is heat
light is energy
if light shines on your front
is any part of you in darkness
does your back have eyes?

then gravitation came into play
there were two stones
that followed the same path
the laws of gravition came first
gravity did not exist
nothing was heavy

the stones danced the waltz
there was a greater heat within
than that of the light
they danced the waltz
under the same star
and still,
there was no darkness
only light

they were both very heavy,
but their weight was uneven
which caused them
to move at a different speed
one would go up
on the others down note...
because the one
was accidentally made heavier

pretty soon the smaller stone
the one that moved faster
caught up and they could
no longer dance
because weight
became an issue
gravity came into play...

they collided
and there was one stone
and there was darkness
and for a million years
a google existed
particles of star dust
one stone and stardust
for a million years

for a million years
the star dust obeyed gravitation
to the stone...
gravity
star dust
gravity
star dust

and then there was an planet
and then there was a moon

Maggie Knew...

…that Pan loved getting
into so much mischief
to favor
the righteous of
slash
in
faith

…that Caesar loved
to mess around
the sheets of
Discord…
much more so…
…than Aphrodite

…that Hercules
was man enough
and…
not that little
9high-on-sixes9
side kick
to visit Hades temple
and return to top
…the soil of the Earth

…that Aeries gave the
*lords* commanders
words that ended wars
faster... ... ...

...than bloodshed

…that the philosopher
loved so much
... ... ... … … …
to look in the mirror

Greece was the land that Jesus took!!!

Maggie knew that
angels walked among
the righteous in faith…
they made many arms for
God's
legislation…
mortal advocacy…

they touched her without her knowing
long ago...
she overcome pain by looking inwards
and helped others by looking out

Maggie knew the house of GOD
…and
Maggie knew the house of gods

before she choose a seat

Maggie knows…
…an endearing song for
John Cena vs CM Punk
but who really walked out of summer slam
with the WWE Championship

…Money in the Bank…
because destiny was predetermined...

eye have this theory
that munchkins are real
lets call them brownies...
the male counterpart
of the most legendary
might and mighty mythical faeries

if i was a brownie,
i would be the rebel
and love the faerie world instead

"oh, how i want your pollen...
don't shower me with shards"
that's how i'd reproduce...
and build and army of rebels
that work only for the faeries
and not the muscle giant

I really wrote this story, it's about
about the flowers and the gardeners...

and the lair for faeries trapped
the ogre liked to watch them dance
while he ate human meat off of human bone

I need to be the brownie,
that rides the bee, because
only faeries have wings
and pollen and shards

but the brownie and the bee
have nothing but trust and a stinger

"Samurai vs Ninjas"

there are no insults...
in honest thoughts...
when someone sings a beautiful song
for you...
to you....
with you....
about you....
never take it wrong...

when we say the same thing,
with opposite words,
it makes sense...

but in the world...
if two people say the same thing
its called contra-diction;

fellowship does not attack...

Unlike a political charade,
poetic communism works

love for the group...
supporting one another’s honest emotions

do you see my love...
for one poem in side?

then one about the world...
in another?

we sing the same songs...
we are a facebook page
with zombies admins...

although I might script
for you
to you
with you
about you
I will never script a negative word -against- you...

they know who i am to you...
your Pan with horn
your Caesar of chaos
your Hercules with the brain the size of a peanut and retarded strength
your Aeries of Aphrodite