Life Is, Like Broken Engrish Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Life Is, Like Broken Engrish



Originally
like engrish
being translated
distorted and inconsistent
clarified by that "concordance"
a redirection of travel makes; sense
even metaphorically, incredibly this activity
apparently is not viewed as a probability
willingly by the powers that know this
to be the truth. Go figure! These few
choose not to pass on what they know
but; I know, what it is they are not
passing along. The original source
of the whole of this universe is
more than a bit pissed off at
the likes of these few! "What
to do, what to do, what to do
about this discrepancy? I think
that I, should give you all a clue.
So you, will all understand and each
of you will comprehend; the ends of all
things too. The original source does convey
in subtle ways, all of the truths. As in this truth
that some thing; that was lying in a long wait, has
awoken, and is a flying this a way! It is a big thing and
can now be seen. It has a name; and its name is not Sally
Dick, or Jane! What is in a name anyway? That word; had a
name, and no body paid that name any attention. Do read and
comprehend this word; please! The host of heaven is moving
as hosts of heavens do. Supported by whatever! For it does
make very little difference now. This "host" is cometary in
nature; like a black cloud in the skies, turning to darkness
all of the sky, all over the planet. And all light will so die.
All over the sky, all around the planet. You, can "take
this to your bank! " You each will feel nothing; for
this darkness will hide the terrible truth of this
from your eyes. I suggest you simply grin and
bare it! Your frozen smiles faced up to Him!
What happens upon impact is irrelevant!
But just for shytes and giggles I will say
this earth will for an instant rock and
roll; on its axis exceedingly, and then
its axis will be dissolved. Along with
all of everything else! Removed forever
like a perceived understanding of catastrophe
leaving no mess, no fuss, no noise. There is no
noise in a vacuum; but you all know this already!
All of this time; of this earth, has really proved quite
interesting, but change does happen. And each of you know
this fact to be the ultimate truth. Life is, like broken engrish!

Sunday, May 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: language,truth
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