Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Top secret classified document a bedtime story

The following report is submitted after much field study in the full scope and development of Project Separation Blue. This report shall provide evidence of the success of this boldly endeavored mission. We contacted the head of The American Broadcasting Company Ed Rothschild, and in our close door plunked in the New Jersey secret code 5475 under hidden Global Positioning System. There are now over 150 across the globe in well placed strategic hot spots.

In order to procure stage one Separation Blue our computer technology administrative attack division we overrode local news telecast vision state ABCXPJ Trenton. Their meteorologist Sandra Johnson is CTAD wonder dubbed their March 19th Dobbler satellite forecast with similar weather patterns from date 2006 February 21 2003. We alternated a Dobbler image with our military function ADOBEIMAGEUSX software.

Sandra Johnson is a local meteorologist as well as one present in the newsroom at 18 Beach Road and was aware of any change undetectable by any computer program below military fortitude. As planned at 05:12 Sandra Beverly Johnson delivered her weather forecast of 21/02/2003 substituted for 19/03/2006 the 21/2/2003 forecast and 19/03/2006 will be henceforth referenced to 19/03/2006.

Target date- T.D. 21/02/2003 original date- O.D. Sandra B. Johnson reports to all of The New Jersey viewing community the weather forecast of O.D. for T.D.

The original forecast was the low temperature of 36 degrees Fahrenheit and the high temperature of 42 degrees F.

The TD was low of 30 high of 41. On this day we used our telecommunicate Catch All Hub Substation to dragnet all text message and telecommunication, land line and wireless. We used our military search engine GoogleMax on all communication on Mar 20th and 21st related to weather. No abnormal chatter was detected out of the 80 zigabytes that was searched and sifted. Stage one of Separation Blue was for all intended purposes a stellar success.

Stage two we shoot down the Dobbler Satellite and replace it with our satellite. The official story will be that the satellite malfunctioned and had to be brought down in a controlled crash landing to prevent it from hitting Texas.

This report will only touch on brief key parts of the overall mission this document is limited to the RAGECAGE server username kennedykennedy: password ciakillers2%$00

Scanning of microchip bar code is as usual a requirement.

Separation Blue targeted weather Dubbed all over in each fifty states, each a stellar success with changes in degrees. Our hypotheses was right that Americans fully trust the news to tell them the truth about weather to a number 98.6 %. We already have experimented by either making the temperature 5 degrees more or less, and no one has discovered this anomaly.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Ms Liberties Endless Hunger

New York City seduces men
flashing her 42 teeth
calling them to her streets
with her castled skyline
and cash money sunshine
she holds out hopes of fame
once here she swallows your name
the world is called by her pleasure
but New Yorkers know her pain

the island of Manhattan
is a body of land
surrounded by water
Inwood is her head
tracing down to a Washington Heights meringue nights neck
sloping to strong Harlem shoulders

Spanish Harlem her left arm
morning side heights her right
Central Park her green treed heart
Broadway = her main blood vein
midtown, her intestines
riding the subway north to south
down in her guts
I'll make it just in time
riding the local C line
hidden from the sunshine
will make it just fine

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Slinging words around for sounds

I call myself a poet because I stitch words together like a surgeon
I get this urge to scratch an itch to stitch it's my niche
Words come to me like soft whispered voices
they ring in my ears like magical bells
release a master piece paint a picture in your mind like van gogh when I am on my flow
that's how I roll scribbling on my electronic scroll
It's a battle in my mind to find the next line
my brain becomes obsessed with rhyme
possessed by time I pull words out my ass and dangle them in front of your eyes to memorize
I wanna burn my words in your skull tattoo them to your body
my verbal karate trying to reach out and touch everybody
words come and go like falling and melting snow I twist words like dreadlocks like a word sword with a gift to make images drift like sand is sifted I say my words like guitar riffs
they hang in the air like white smoke from a ganja spliff
want to get you high on my word supply
sit back and ride while my words are rattled off like a ghetto drive
by hitting their mark close to your heart like third rail sparks
arrows and poison tipped darts I hit my mark like a marksmen assassin striking again and again
I want to capture your full attention with the words I mention
want to bring you back to the now and make your forget yesterday caught in my word spray
I dictate my dictation to the poetry nation
an orator to bring elation with this new creation
My words hit the air and ignite like phosphorous
It’s a metaphor of a metamorphosis you can't resist what I spit
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