"la Sainte Vierge"
The Brothers Karamazov wisely frightens me,
Especially crucifixion sorrows endured by the Saintly Virgin as mentioned--2 us more free;
Nevertheless, Her corporeal womb crafted the Living Christ,
Birthing Genetic Love--intrinsic with a super-biology spliced--
A Mighty God totally tough & true,
Falling in favor with a Superior Virgin's Azure Hue;
Thus, redemption in that Lovely-Forged Lamb;
Also, wise for America to not Liberty damn,
Yet architect a Joan that amazingly can
Endure existence till evolved a Saint,
Shielding against Liberty getting the misinformation taint--
Too: We are human (some are) full of trepidation,
Yet an attempt towards sublimity--thieves the phobia and preserves the Nation.
"DOMINO--AMERICAN FORGED"
Miss Neena was carried into the reverse-flux of all time,
Into the 1990's when Volcano Girls radio-waved & Elvis Clinton did "is" rhyme;
Moreover, the 2nd Amendment safeguards the 1st--
No country would invade victorious, getting many-a-citizen's worst;
Specifically, an adversary beyond our Armed Forces, Police, & National Guard
Would mercurially retreat as our modern Minutemen would soooo totally play hard;
Alas, only should a projectile weapon be used to shield your virtue--
Domino knows: well-schooled, wherever, makes the haters less hurt you.
"AMERICA--once, a Free Country!"
Madmen--they might be salaciously dubbed;
Nevertheless, constructing freedom for all sinking in ultra-conservative mud;
Indeed, whether a horse shot out from under General George,
Or a rock star reputation for Benji Franklin's desire to LIBERTY forge--
True America did outshine terror and phobic politicians crafting more legal fear;
Hence, make the "pseudo-patriot act" sweetly disappear--
Allow us mixed immigrants to magnanimously imbibe, willfully write, & revere all people;
Plus, grant us free worship in mud huts or underneath the apex of ostentatious steeple,
For to bind a soul living under the fortunate flap of OLD GLORY,
Wickedly thieves away our liberty-loving story.
"Black Canary Sings To Liberty!!!"
Forgive my artist; he has never been comforted by buxom beauty.
Dinah Drake offers no manifestation of screaming, canary cries,
For her lovemake is never disguised by the glamour of the fishnet thigh-high;
Still it worked for the gravely-singing cat, Tina Turner;
Thus, original Black Canary acts & impersonates; plus, Judo--a many-hued learner.
And what of the modern system in America--
Doesn't this wend against Benji Franklin's Liberty-Loving hysteria?
So, might as well make liquor illegal in the American South;
Next, there will be medical beer from the government's fork-tongued mouth--
See how it feels to have a disease
And not enter the sublimity of a healing, buzzed state that does shrink and seize
Growing inflammation and raging tumor trouble--
Yup, America: Don't live in an anti-liberty, conservative-constricting bubble.
"My Funky Baby!"
I want everybody to meet my Funky Baby!!!
She's so funky now,
My Funky Baby--
She's so funky now--
She's making gravy!
She's so funky now;
I want her rabies!
She's so funky how!?!
Like peaches tasty.
She's gone funky wow!
Saves from Hades.
She shifts funky now!
Our luv is Mercedes.
And yes, crappy, distorted crayon art--it spat furiously from a questionable quill without the illumination of desk or lamp, like Benji Franklin's Autobiography trumping the Dr. Oz diet--only targeted towards "woman-kind"; specifically, a Southern Man says of the esoteric physician: "Boy! He comes from the Land of Oz."
PSEUDO-BLACK CANARY (possibly, a Funky Baby).
"Graveyard Womb 4; Moreover--Psylocke & Werecoyotes"
Alas, Serpens, the Constellation divided into the synergy of two--
One, possibly patriotic--other: invasion of our soothing Earth/Superman Blue;
Thus, Bernhard respectfully invoked the Wise Iroquois
Schooled NOT in that Myth is mere Myth; plus, allowing a serpent to rightfully annoy;
As a result, illuminated in the fashion of Crimson Savior,
Rolling Lando's dice, and betting on Princess Leia's true flavor--
He gives hearts--red, white, and blue,
Knowing: LIBERTY is sincerely keen for the downtrodden too!
And, while wolves are robust and foxes crafty--
It is the neutral coyote that wily precipitates sublimity--constructing beauty through crazy.
Oops--crappy crayon art, it cruelly forged and distorted by mercurial sip or two of Canadian lager--no crap . . .
"Graveyard Womb 3"
METAPHORICAL WELDER OF HEARTS
Bernhard blossomed beautiful--even more,
Feeling guilt and shame giving the gift of living after the score;
Next, knowing better authors always exist, hearing an angel's harp--
It playing Davidian love from the start.
BERNHARD TALKS TO THE KING OF HEARTS
King Of Hearts:
Yes--it shrinks the brain--if selfishly used.
Bernhard:
Then too, the reptilian brain stem constricts, binding itself. If only the greedy youth wouldn't bully, kill, and smear with misinformation--and out of envy, mostly. So, why the sword inserted into your royal head on your playing card?
King Of Hearts:
First love--she assisted me in a desire for self-mutilation; on the contrary, a Vegetation God can never truly die, resurrecting till Sun's golden kiss.
Bernhard:
Yeah, like a gorgeously smart girl says before getting ready for prom: "Take me for a ride in the Millennium Falcon."
