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INTELLIGENCIA DESIGNATA (Intelligent Design)

(This is NOT what it seems)

INTELLIGENCIA DESIGNATA

It is in the interest of all

That it could be then

and there or all the one

Who gets all the one

and the wet and the dry and so it goes

But it all ends up a little way beyond the pale

As it all ends all and that makes it

                                          all about the end of the time

And not the end of the time and a half

Which gets a lot easier when

all the wen and the way are about to end.

I will be there and I will be it

but I shall not get a lot of all they get or give

And then they shall begin to know that I am the sense

And the sample of the sort that makes you lot

Seem a lot simpler than they all do

At school where it is common to be able to talk for about

An hour without having a break, not so Mum?

It is about the time and the place and so it goes and not

The place and the soul as it pertains to be

and so it does get a bit

Into the end of the time and the place

Of the fual man known as the wend of the where and the why

Because it is so and so and not so again.

 

[This is about the witches of East Salem and the spell to remove the witch from them by making them repeat it several times over to be able to make all the ones with witches in them to be able to make it all up and get out of it again i.e. be released from their witch’s coven.  It is about the one who gets and the one who goes and it is so.  I will be there but I shall not get in I shall get out.  I will be and then I shall.  I will be there and there I shall be.  I will be there and there shall be and be it shall.  I will be there and there I shall be.  Bye!]

 

DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF MADIBA – AN INCANTATION FOR THEM TO REPEAT AFTER THEY FEEL A LITTLE SLEEPY FROM BEDHEAD AND NEED A CURE.  THE STATE OF SOUTH AFRICA IS NOT BY MADIBA’S DESIGN NOR IS IT OF THE STATE HE WOULD WISH IT TO BE IN, BUT IT IS FOR SURE TURNING OUT SOME GREAT PEOPLE.

AND TO GAY PRIDE

WITH THANKS TO HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND FOR HER SUPPORT AND HONOR DURING THIS TIME OF HER 60TH YEAR UPON THE THRONE OF THE COUNTRY OF THE UK, QUEEN ELIZABETH II REX

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

Poetry Published

Under the auspices of my akter ego, Bioman

I have had a poem called “Anti-psychotic” accepted for publication!

I need a new drug

                         One that comes to the point

                         And sharpens the mind

If it stops on the roundabout

                         Or it stops on the vein

                         Or the artery of Life

It slows down the tempo of thought

       To the degree of nonsense which

              I cannot bear for it shows that I

Have died in my head for you.

 

In the online Newsletter/magazine calle: “Asylum” dedicated to a Democratic Psychiatry

Evolution

If

I took you

through the eave

of destruction

And showed you

the rooftop view, would

you say it was okay

to be fungoid

when the profits

from your landfill

make waste

Of the market forces

being pushed

And pulverised

in the form

and fashion

known as man

And its machine

called the rote or rotesque.

Such-like

have I always been

And I thus

am always about

and not

The other.

 

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

A Biomimetic Poem by Bioman

Keratin, cellulose, chitin, collagen and bone

Are all we have to build everything

But it should do

Said the He man in charge

Five types of eyes, wings in pairs

Except for insects

Friction and glue

Before horses were invented.

The Cambrian Age saw the explosion

Which is still falling out

Of the stars as we evolve

Under radiation.

The light with which we see

Opened their eyes

In the murky depths

Of the primordial soup.

Now we are almost on Mars

On a vector to the South Seas

Of existence

Look Ma! No wheels!

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

Bioman 13

You know, I could write a story about a guy who gets falsely accused and it goes down in his med notes unbeknownst to him, and he spends 8 years fighting an authority he doesn’t understand as it comes down hard on him. He gets subjected to psych drugs with the side effect of causing hallucinations and weight gain and he almost suffers kidney failure from an overdose of Olanzipine. Eventually, he gets his med notes and he finds out and he discovers it was all based upon a “joke” by the professors of the Faculty, who wanted to destroy his career as an academic and to suppress his work and release it by other means. A joke they can easily deny with the foreknowledge of the psychiatric system and the knowledge that Legal Aid for lawsuits in mental health are not forthcoming. Yes, I could make a movie about reading Long Road to Freedom in a South African Mental Institution in Port Elizabeth, to the fellow institutionalised…about finally getting my PhD papers published nine years after deregistering from Bath University….

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders