A Twisted Face

A face lost on all its directions.

Torn in half by peering into it's center,

a new creature emerges,

adorned with a culture of mixed histories,

a spectrum of intentions,

to the left it sees a past,

to the right it sees its inventions.

                     A monster.                     .....                     A cut-off future.             

The Beautification of Ugly pt. 3

From a young age, Zachreef Puntel had always been fond of teeth. His first entrepenurial venture involved stealing x ray photographs of teeth and arranging the small pictures into massive collages made to look like larger teeth. The museum holding his work, however, was ransacked after a vicious group of protesters protesting protesting protested an exhibit protesting the pasts of protested protesters. All of the remaining records containg the life and work of Zachreef perished in a fire set by protesting arsonists who followed the intitial wave of protesters. Only this picture remains. 

Halga Oorft was voted most beautiful by one voter during the Abkhazia Not For Ugly voting parade that took place just ten minutes ago down Abkhazia's most prominent street, the Huft Unt Paved Way. The suspect who voted for Halga eluded pursuing journalists, but left behind a handkerchief with an emblem containing the letters Sm. Mr.

This young brother and sister pair come from the most obscure outskirts of Manhattan Isla. On certain days, they spend up to 12 hours working different hair products into their scalps in order to impress two employees working at the nearby Turnip's Shopping Complex. What they realized was it was really just one employee posing as two different people. After this trauma inducing experience, the siblings have gone recluse in a tower located in the heart of the woods.

Councelor

 

Is it worth going forward

without some sort of guide?

Can education be glued

to the skin of the mind?

The main vein is clotted, blocks

generational

communication,

knotted in tradition,

founded by capital,

and lost in dispassion.

Seek the knowledge before it's handed down

and cross the river before hearing the sound

of their voices from the other side.

Surrounded by the Archipelago of experience, tied

by swimming and singing, day after night.

Layers of subjects,

papers under papers

barely hanging by the

thread of a class schedule,

but easily containable

in a silicon wafer.

Not so easy

for the matter of the mind,

for while the past is important

to the prologue of the present,

what we need to find

are the skills for the future

to take us out of these depressing times.

Professors guide like needles

weaving the class through

the patchwork of our ancestors,

who's lives cannot undo

the actions we commit today,

which they'd abhor, if they saw

the strange curiosity

of our current ways.

If held by one hand while being brought up,

then suddenly let go as a full grown up,

rather we hold many hands and let some go

to hold other hands as we learn and grow.

Held behind by ignorance

is not an option for those

who are inquisitive.

With or without degrees

of learned burn-ins,

the world is even more open and free

for you to expose your fresh skin.

There are yet many great tattoos to be had

and many books to be read

in communication with the flurry

of our acceleration into

pressurized depths.

The discovery of knowledge

takes place outside of the classroom

and can within, too

if only the boundaries of in-doors were realized,

a smashing of the walls would do,

and so would the smashing of atoms,

for those graduates of science have still more to smash,

seems we have a lot of smashing to do.

Oh Counselor
Will you help pick up the pieces
That have been smashed