{Poetry, o you unmerciful way of writing that forces humans to accept jumps in times, jumps in scenes, jumps in attitudes and platitudes and jumps in our hearts! Merciless I say, merciless; yet ever-free from the restrictions of prose with having to make a temporal state of affairs established but restricted oh you are to having to be limited in the form of lines and stanzas! Merciless! Merciless! That's what makes you so adoreable to both writers and crowds of all ages, from now with Slam Poetry to the ages back then when epic poetry like the Illiad carried the tale along! Playwrights to rappers, forever free in the Zeitgeist... Today's post contains all the poems I have made as the 
- Portal hopping -
(For
)
So let's sail to the realms
oh we're going to have fun;
I heard the porta-potties
are secret teleporters!
I can feel adrenaline all-around,
but I know that's just the start
to a great adventure of an end
which I don't know off!
Another portal, another question
Going around in spirals | I'm loosing a sense
seein' all sorts of sights | of where I am now
the portals are now smelling more than funny.
I can't just imagine what
can be at the end, but
my eyes are getting heavy
and I just want it to end.
- But do I have to talk about it? -
(For
)
Here we see now what are called
the Tortillas, and not the food brand.
They're dangerous, insane, wacky and crazed.
If you cite them, immediately report them.
So said the television anchorperson
who can't handle the power!
of the Tortillas, aw! aw! aw! aw!
... Now what do I type next exactly?
But do I have to-
uh-huh, ahem, yes-
go on, talk about it?
Well give me some ink.
Watch out as they uuuuuuuse
their mighty biological powahs
to destroy all those that, on sight,
dare threaten to steal their shit!~
- ACOH -
(For
)
A team consistin' of
highly motivat'd,
truly dedicat'd,
ruff, tuff, needin' more!
Lean, mean, fightin' machines
that shall fight their ways
to get at that crappy, fecal matter
at any a cost, no matter what!
So are you ready?
To prove yerself?
To find fecal gold?
To adore shitology?
So let us now if yer ready!
For the next step in yer life
that shall hunt down this:
the ancient-crap of the World!
- Blerrie -
(For
)
Silent taps radiating
from the blue walls
in this porta-potty
of Infernal Heck now!
Cockroach swarms
cockroach attacks
cockroach overcome
cockroach triumphant
Now begins the great
and very blerrie event
of rippin'-n-tearin' now
within this porta-potty
So let's smell red rum,
let's live the red rum,
let's decorate red rum,
let's become red rum!
- Yellow Queen -
(For
)
Oh look at how they rave
Begging oh begging t'ere
The Tortillas playin' now
but no one ain't listenin'!
Miley Cyrus- sorry I mean
Hasturr, the Yellow Queen
be blazin' that Yellow sigil
attractin' all the gazes here!
Poor Tortillas, ignorant of this
Lucky Tortillas, spar'd from this
Poor Tortillas, thinkin' they rockin'
Lucky Tortillas, not chased off yet!
And yet with the rules of four now
am I compelled to give a 4th stanza,
so let's give praise and toast to Hasturr
for doing what the Yellow Queen does best!
- Secret Masonry -
(For
)
Secret Order, Masonic foundations
secret messages, geometric obsessions
secret facilities, baseline necessities
secret code, everything's centered!
And so our band of players got stuck
stuck in the mess of a secret order
that wants to recruit them, for what
that what we shall never know for sure!
Machete masterminding the secrets
and Tres-Culos the unfortunate
who has to suffer through it all
and pays the price for his ignorance!
But see next time in the QITR now!
Where we shall see our Tortillas!
Will they gain the trust, leave the creed
or become another victim of the Masons!!!!
- Mendozan search -
(For
)
Lookin'-n-searchin',
drawin' blanks
no one knew where
and their gig was soon.
So he look the less obvious:
Van was all clean (not really).
Then he checked the obvious:
The moshpits hadn't even formed!
So he dreaded this act
but the rock-n-metal heads told
exchange of greetings happened
and whistled he had to them now.
Hearin' a many tussles,
he press'd his ear in;
hearing them, he smirk'd
for 'twas them alright.
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Two things: Yay a poetry collection and yay a start of another week (not). That's about it for now folks, but now going through to help combat basically a writer's uncertainty with a friendo that recently joined here. It's not fun to deal with uncertainty, that's why I have to make complete leaps of faith at times and accept that even acknowledging the irrelevancy of doing something is irrelevant itself. For not accepting that makes irrelevancy relevant and so begins a dark spiral to passive nihilism instead of a walk towards the fact that the World is truly indeterminable that we are neither controlled nor free agents. For a pale dot can be influential in the World it finds itself in, but then dwarfed by the giants of which they can be dwarfed themselves. Yet does it matter? Fear not them, they are out of your control; worry on what you can control and what you can fight in order to get it under your control. Don't worry that you cannot be a God, but do worry on the people that rely on you and who you rely on - even when you face the indifferences of contingent life and sometimes the uncontrollable emotional reactions. If the big matters not to the small (a contradiction since the big relies on the small to even be known as big to the small), then don't devote a single ounce of energy to it but against it. Let it be known that it, the big, cannot function without the small; but don't fooled by any victories gained.