Posted by Venu Duval http://theemperoroftexas.com
A poem I forgot to publish on my blog dating from November 2010. You can read it in a more Poetry-minded atmosphere on everypoet.net. It’s called:’Apocalypse (The Big Bang Bus!)’. An alternate title could be:’I reside in The Big Bang Bus!’. It has an Audio link as well. It’s about DNA.
I reside in The Big Bang Bus!
Through unknown powers of Artistic merit an occasional female reader finds the Big Bang Bus! You have found it!
It’s a place situated on a physical location in the Ether between Space and Matter on a short wave frequency in an undisclosed secret dwelling. Only the sexiest of female gorillas and the most masculine of Trees manage to find it. Sometimes a female Tree or a male gorilla also finds it.
It’s through their unparalleled powers of suffering and having proven themselves an Improvement to the Worlds that this secret gathering is revealed to them. Only then the Apocalypse is revealed. Only then, is the Big Bang Bus! accessible to you. Only then will you have found this poem written for you.
It’s the most metaphysical location on this planet that I am talking about. It’s a place above the Sky and under the earth! It’s a place where old Trees and gorillas meet to mate. It’s your wildest desire. It’s my wildest desire. It’s where thought and Matter disappear into a new Birth.
It’s a dream of imagination shared between old Trees and gorillas. It’s where the human genome is tampered with. It’s where carnal love finds its outlet. I write for you. I write for my Spouse. I write for my gorilla until I will have found her. She is somewhere. I know.
The Big Bang Bus! is where you are at this moment. You have reached your Apocalypse. You have reached words of nuclear motion. You have reached a secret dwelling upon this Planet. You have reached extinction and this is where your future will be decided.
I am a witness standing trial having fled to this secret location located between Matter and Space in the Big Bang Bus! Here are no courts. Here are no machines. This is not a divorce settlement. This is a subpoena of creation, of Birth and desire, of mystery and God, of male and female.
A voice is heard saying ’What is it that you wish? Stand up. Make a vow. This is your time. Speak up!’
I am but beaten down Tree, old and still very powerful. I have survived four thousand years of man’s constant battering my forests and right now I am tired and gathering force in the Big Bang Bus! This is where I come to rest. This is where I come to find my Spouse.This is where you come to find me.
This is your journey to another Universe. It is your one way ticket to another location in the Ether. A special place reserved for the future of mankind. It’s a place where Matter and Space merge into a tampered DNA of the human genome. It is a place where the future of the Planet is decided.
It’s where I come from. It’s where you come from. This place is for old Trees and gorillas. This place is where extinction meets the extinct. This place is for the toughest of toughest, for the die-hard amongst us. It’s a place where carnal love finds refuge and gives Birth to a new human genome in a new combination meant to last longer, meant to safeguard mankind.
This is eroticism online. This is the Big Bang Bus! This place is where the female reader looses touch with reality when she figures out what you cannot equate. This is your Birth and laboratory for new combinations of tampered DNA and Poetry. This is where you find me! This is not pornography or love. This is a gathering of Kindred souls between male and female. It is through this Space that I will find my gorilla mate.
You are a witness of Music in words, of rhythm and Spirit, of old drums chanting old beats. You are a witness of famine spreading toast with marmalade spread and buttered eggs through mechanical devices of Heat and luxury served with Champagne for breakfast. You are a witness of World War III in times of overpopulation, in times of Death and decay of love and Freedom. You are a witness of hunger and War.
The nuclear bomb is not even an option. This is not a divorce settlement. This is a subpoena. We are nuclear together! We chant and dance in Apocalypse! We celebrate until the End of the world. You are my Spouse and ‘cos of that you are my wife. This is not a divorce settlement! This is a gathering of old Trees and gorillas upon the bits and bytes of the Internet.
You are reading my deepest desire. You are reading my communication, my secret communication with my gorilla wife. Thee! This gathering is for you and me. Only old Trees can mate with gorillas.
This is a dancing of words, a chanting of desire. This is where fiction meets reality and can only be read by female readers who have access to this secret location reserved for old Trees like me and gorillas like you! This is the Big Bang Bus! a gathering of leftovers from Ancient times when Planet Earth was just earth, Trees and Animals. This is a gathering before the mechanical devices of Heat and luxury, before pornography and Hollywood.
The local time here is pre-Atlantis before World War I and after World War III, before the Egyptians built the Pyramids, before the First cavemen painted their caves with paintings of animals and hunting. This place is where the human DNA is tampered with, where the future of the Planet is made to last while.
You have found the Big Bang Bus! You are in your journey with me. You can dream it and feel it right through the Internet. I am an old Tree seeking my gorilla Spouse to merge with into a mystery. You have found me. I know you have found me. I know you are here somewhere.
I can see your curves. I can feel your curves. I can hear your call. We will unravel the nuclear code and our passion will tamper the human genome to a new kind of DNA. Our eroticism will create the new super genome. I am married to the sexiest gorilla around. Still I cannot find her. Where is she?
I seek thou curves. I seek thou straightforward curves bewitched by your beauty and core, bewitched by your simplicity and care. They seek not attention or pleasure. They seek reproduction and uniqueness. We will forge a new kind. A kind that will destroy poverty and restore the human mind from its mutation.
I treasure the complications of your carnal love. I treasure them. The gorilla needs a Forest to survive. The old Tree needs a gorilla in order to tamper the human genome into a new DNA for mankind. Don’t call it love. Call it passion and desire, peace and intelligence, the bold and the beautiful.
I know you are calm as you read the words written for you upon your computer screen.
You think to yourself ’ Who is my witness? I want this dream to come true. This old Tree is my soul mate. I know he is. I can remember now.’
You have found the Big Bang Bus! A special place in the Ether on a short wave frequency near you in a secret location between Matter and Space reserved for dreamers. A place where where your wildest dreams of imagination merges into a new reality.
I think to myself ’I want all of us to be ninety nine percent of the human genome. I don’t want this world to End. I want to merge and create the new DNA. The Ultimate DNA. The DNA of old Trees and gorillas un-tampered with. I want to celebrate for ever the merger of descent and progress into an unknown new kind of Men and women. I don’t want your realism.’
I live in the Space reserved for the Artists of this world, the Space where Art merges with matter and Spirit. I reside in the Big Bang Bus!
Poetry category: Romance Sexual
(AUDIO: http://chirb.it/1KHvMs)
Posted by Venu Duval http://theemperoroftexas.com
That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.
