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The Monsters that Are Not Men - A Poem

Updated on March 23, 2011

Like a fish in the waters, preying on amoebas
Where the daughters of Demeter that we cast into the sea
If a criminal to slaughter, on a one way street
Sees a leader with his pangs in the television screens
Or a deep sleepwalker getting down on his knees
Having seizures in the sermons when they read of St. Peter
Throwing thirty silver pieces of a brave nude world
Saying "Hurry 'cause I'm winging on a bed of pearls..."
A sword in the sky, a saint in the shape
Of a humanoid face in a planet of apes
Says," When the plans of Men fail to counter the odds,
Ages of stone turn into ages of mud..."
And if the East is the Father and the West is the Dream
The Evolution ends in the Shaman's screaming
Maybe we together, we could make this thing
As it was to be, and not what we see...
"Because the Monsters are in the Mantra
Anoconda worshipping pieces of the altars
The Monsters are in the Mantra
Naked as a surrogate, he faces Mother Jah..."
No I won't falter - why would I bother?

2010 © Blake4d

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      Blake Ford Hall 5 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Awww, I am blushing DR. Thank you. KOH Blake4d

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      dreamreachout 6 years ago

      Blake, the flow from your pen is really awesome and amazing!! I have read so much of your writing but you surprise me each time with your freshness of ideas, richness of text and unending choice of vocabulary!! Kudos and cheers!!

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      Blake Ford Hall 7 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Keep on Hubbing...

      Blake4d

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      Blake Ford Hall 7 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      I thought of him as more of a tiger moth. You know he growls really loud but is drawn to bright lights. Anyhow, I wanted to let the monsters be more in the imagination of the reader. Thanks for the compliment, I have been pounding out poems since I was old enough to chew on pencils. I think I wrote my first one when I was four or five. Of course the grammatics were horrible...but there was no spell check back then. Good to see you back today babydoll...Keep on hubbing.

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      blondepoet 7 years ago from australia

      This fits in well with the movie I watched the other night, "Lightning Thief". Oh you sure can spit out a great poem. I adore that pic of the cat butterfly, it is awesome.

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      Blake Ford Hall 7 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      I once had a cat who gave me Paws...

      But she really never appreciated poetry. LOL

      Thank you so much foxxy, keep on hubbing.

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      callmefoxxy 7 years ago

      Thanks for sharing. Your poem gives me pause, but I enjoyed it...

      callmefoxxy, my pen is a mighty sword!