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Telecoms

If only Eve ate BlackBerry instead of Apple; this Android would have not been born.

Now men roam these streets; Steve looking for Jobs, but cannot find any. Sony Erics’son has gone Microsoft from the never ending hustle. I Nvidia Vertu. You Nokia, you knock there, nothing forthcoming. As far as Alcatel, they think we are not Sharp.

With no luck I came home
To the smell of a fart
The air-tease alert of this empty hen
And the smell of the air tells me
There is no glow back home
Someone has eaten all the golden eggs.

Huawei to go through all these?

One day, these would all be over. We shall live beyond crystal gates singing Samsung with Panasonic tunes. Then, I swear to you Adam, when I Mitsubishi would think a Motorola over after the beating she would receive.

For now, I’d be content with my current hustle
Selling jeans sized LG from HTCs
Selling LG jeans from eight to six.

“Telecoms” © Yaasky, 2016

Form: Razz Jam

This is a poetry form I created as my mind rambled in complaint. The first ever razz jam I wrote, the complaint, is called X5 — most definitely would have a different name by time you’re reading this.

I explain the form below. Read through and share some razz jam poems you come up with in the comments. I am curious to read the poems you come up with.

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The Immortal Human

In immortality, “love”—as we know it—is dead.

To properly write this, I may dabble in abject logical nonsense… the very same claptrap employed by the pious and frog-necked—which unfortunately has shaped our society as we know it. Bear with me, please.

“In immortality, humanity is dead”—and would make sense to the religions of the world. This is simple enough. The human is presumed mortal; and the immortal is not human; therefore necessarily doing without all traits and aspects of humanity: life, care, fun, empathy, envy (and all other emotions) love, food, nature… dare I say Earth herself.

However, if we keep earth as a place of living—rather than this rock floating in dark space which has symptoms like nature and stupidity, just to name a few—it endures through time and transcends mortality. Recall: In the tales of the immortals, they too had a place to live. The immortal Greek occupied Olympus, the immortal Viking occupied Valhalla, the Aesnir occupying Asgard (home of Thor, the famous hammer-wielding thunderous air-head brute… also the father of throwback Thursdays), the immortal elves occupied the woodlands, the immortal Christian occupied Heaven and Hell, the immortal Muslims… well, the same thing, and so on, and so on. Dare I add another on to these magnificent list of immortals: the immortal human! The prodigal superset of the religious. According to the religious creed of humanity, these immortals occupy Earth—a pretentious paradise which hides its glamor in trenches of human incompetence. Think twice on this… “immortal humans”. Think twice on this… “The prodigal superset of the religious”. In this light we can find the location of paradise for the religious human, technically. In this light we can then see, earth will persist; earth will transcend; if not in nature as is, in mind as conceived. However, this is not my concern.

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The Pun

In the beginning was the word
And the word was with God
And the word was God

Then curiosity kicked in…

In principio erat Verbum
Et Verbum erat apud Deum
Et Deus erat Verbum.

Then the play began…

Principles are in the Word
And the Word was amongst God
And God was The Word

In the beginning was the word, and the word was “with God” and the word was “God”—just words

Principles are in words, amongst God, which is also a word—”The Word”.

In the beginning WAS the word and the word WAS with God and the word WAS God—times have really changed.

Word is God, therefore words are gods.

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Aphorisms of Dragon-Breathe

A man who touches the tail of a dragon
Saying, “This is a really big four-legged snake”
Has forgotten that dragons breathe fire

A man who speaks face-to-face with a dragon
Must have a nagging wife hungry for fried meat

When your breathe feels like fire
Brush your teeth

Just sigh
And let all men die