{"id":5677,"date":"2013-07-03T00:00:01","date_gmt":"2013-07-03T04:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=5677"},"modified":"2013-07-03T14:37:31","modified_gmt":"2013-07-03T18:37:31","slug":"origami-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/origami-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"Origami Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Origami_585x585\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Origami Boy<\/strong><\/p>\n

He was a mindful youth, a far cry from the silver spoonfed Aryan cupboard
\n\u201cIt\u2019s off to the ovens for the soulless turds\u201d were words his companions carelessly uttered
\nFrom the bleachers observing they’d watch candidly as people disbanded and suffered
\nIs this the skin of a superior person? He ran his hands up his face like a serious surgeon
\nBut he couldn\u2019t see the assertion, he was in a dream that was hurtful
\nThe Jewish family down the street didn\u2019t seem to deserve this evil subversion
\nThat damn media circus, propaganda officers would preach in a circle,
\nHis mind said race mathematics were wrong; avoid the public throngs, leap over hurdles
\nBut ignorance is a disease that is terminal, one that can easily purge you…
\nThe Wanderv\u00f6gel advanced through his town, thousands of capsized peers
\nThen stead of scalping they ran around like wild Indians with clipped off rabbi beards
\nA bad idea – he couldn\u2019t share the same hive minded aggression, no rage in his veins
\nHe found his way home while they helped the Wandering Jew find their place\u2026in a grave
\nThis was an age of the vague, painted in gray, standing tall in it\u2019s capsulate citadel
\nThe Twelve Tribes of Israel, twelve feet under, sprinkled with the ashes of Ishmael
\nSmog of blonde locusts became the wrath of God, bedazzled by hissing Heils<\/i>
\nEmbattled commission\u2019s failed, most opposing Germans relaxed back on their Chippendales
\nSuperstition about religion was administered and the draconic dragon ribbon sailed
\nOrigami boy rode it into the sunset without chippin\u2019 a nail –
\nCan I march into manhood proud or is cold blooded murder what this existence entails?<\/i>
\nThey stuck his brothers in the trenches, enlisted in duality enriched hands
\nMaking a salary for sick plans, the Hitler Youth automaton personalities of tin cans
\nFINISH HIM! FINISH THAT JEW! Even then, they made fatalities legit brands
\nThey sensed doubt in their comrade! Resentment! \u201cYou little trite — fag — LIAR!\u201d
\nOrigami boy saw hatred burning deep in their eyes that\u2019d rival the Reichstag fires
\nTaken to a ghetto, handed a pistol, ordered to shoot a homeless beggar
\nPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW
\n…and that’s the story of Origami Boy who folded under pressure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Billy Krazinski…is a cyborg?!”<\/strong><\/p>\n

The murmur of thunder guides the streams – power hunger, pride, and greed
\nHang a man with a gatling gun stapled to his arms – it’ll justify the means
\nFloating mega cities over formaldehyde jungles lined with trees
\nare just a separate function of the bustling slums that lie beneath
\nI\u2019m here to announce that the time vassals are back home..
\nturns out bridges between portal worlds have no gargoyle statues or black holes
\nI, Humanoid, changing the soundtrack to Asimov\u2019s progressive rock
\nI don\u2019t need respect or props – you can ask Dr. No or Professor Not
\nThose constellations in the sky are the ones erecting connect the dots
\nShadows dance on fungi clots as sunlight projects into splintering cracks
\nMercurian city ambience crawls up the cricket minister\u2019s backs
\nCurdling, acidic morning dew bakes the land of batteries
\nYou can almost see the elasticity of the puppet strings if you shake your hands erratically
\nNow shake your heads frantically, because you don\u2019t go for known conspiracies
\nAt the center of the labyrinth, this Stronghold; a home grown rose of tyranny
\nPlot summary: Boy genius rides the tide of time towards rock basaltic range
\nFuture master and commander of his old metallic camper\u2019s positronic brain
\nTurn on the TV\u2026death\u2026murder\u2026tragedy\u2026.drug ransom
\nHouse on Haunted Hill\u2026Meerkat Manor\u2026Thug Mansion
\nI travel with – a clan of middle school clad, would\u2019ve-been adventurers
\nChanting aloud: \u201cRodney King\u2026could\u2019ve been an emperor!\u201d
\nFaced the temperature, but these visor guards aren\u2019t what they used to be
\nAnd loose debris targets my senses like bombardments from Jubilee
\nPrimordial agents of death are discarded to the bluest seas
\nArtisans of lunacy, ruthlessly harvesting what\u2019s been garnered from the shrewd and weak
\nDruid sheikhs are either cognitive, or soon to be –
\nThe moon, a green mistress, as the last farthing of the gloom recedes
\nRevealing crossbred mechanical hybrids with pungent maroon hides
\nIt tried to lasso the moon – The Truman Show prop\u2019s circumference was too wide
\nMakeshift cardboard raft towards the shore of Carthage, lockjaw commoners
\nMother\u2019s at the Missing Robot Bureau reporting a long lost toddler
\nIndian style boy scout with native flag fragment strung sneakers
\nChildren of the schoolyard – war paint splayed on their young features
\nIt\u2019s the planet of radium giants who overlook the subterraneous surf
\nMonkey sidekick – virus wiped mankind off the band-aid laden face of the earth<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“You\u2019re a ghost to most before they even notice.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the age of the oracle knights, this page is a horrible sight
\nAnd the universe is a dark coastal stretch save for the carnival lights
\nThe sepulchral reside, abnormally wise casting questions to the holy fleets
\n\u201cIs time a real estates man and can properties of the soul be leased?\u201d
\nWarm pulsation of ghostly cheeks, vision inundated
\nSophisticate serrated – spirituality is contemptuous enslavement
\nThe most diminutive beings imaginable belong to systems vindicated
\nFrom intrinsic riddles of sphinxes written in scripted Aramaic
\nTo Ecliptics barricaded in a mystic baron\u2019s wasteland
\nThe first hiccups serenading the throat came from disarming Saddam
\nNow cold torrents of ocean spray shower the sentient automatons
\nTomorrow is gone; amphibian hounds wait at Elysium\u2019s town gate
\nSupposedly posted for civilian downgrades –
\nThe dead exodus Lead Pegasus glides through the lithium cloudscapes
\nThis millennium\u2019s frenetic in outbreaks…
\nIt can think, but I can\u2019t see a true equal in it\u2019s bicentennial, round face
\nI believe in rights, I can pause and listen
\nin the city of bacterium where there\u2019s no cost remittance
\nFor any indentured servant to the laws of physics
\nI\u2019m telling you, it\u2019s codswallop, and cod wallow in the dark abysses
\nMankind has lost it\u2019s bossy mistress – ravaged by the palace guard
\nIn a tavern after dawn weaving human webs with the tabernacle yarn
\nThe book of life\u2019s enraptured catalogues start with that cadaver splattered cross
\nIf nothing even matters, scrap your cause
\nSleep peacefully on the invisibly paperwing of the Casper albatross
\nLet go of the dead weight just when life throws it\u2019s tasseled mastodons
\nThe emerald veil of destiny somewhere beyond the alabaster smog
\nWhere can I find the underworld registration sheet for tattered vagabonds?
\nFor reasons unknown, it\u2019s regional home can\u2019t be revealed on its own
\nUnless speaking in unfeasible code – but being religiously flatfooted won\u2019t help
\nYou\u2019ll bleed from your toes, watching people demote into chameleon drones
\nHelium smoke reeling in from Bahamian groves – surreal in it\u2019s glow
\nIf heaven\u2019s on another plane I\u2019ll start an airship service and prosper in Hell
\nI hope this all explains why roses are red, ghouls howl and carcasses smell
\nThis art is a cell, a mitochondrion citadel where marauding Darwinists dwell
\nMight as well, with the spirit of the doomsday machine haunting itself<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Erik Moshe\u00a0is an aircrew flight equipment specialist\u00a0for the U.S. Airforce. His travels while in service have included England, Italy, Kazakhstan, Iraq and Afghanistan.\u00a0He currently lives in Tucson, AZ, where he is working on\u00a0his first\u00a0poetry collection\u00a0concerning the future of advanced robotics, artificial intelligence, and DARPA. His work has appeared\u00a0Gloom Cupboard<\/i>,\u00a0Spirit of the Stairway<\/i>,\u00a0Clutching at Straws,<\/i>\u00a0mad swirl<\/i>, and\u00a0Camel Saloon,\u00a0<\/i>among others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He was a mindful youth, a far cry from the silver spoonfed Aryan cupboard
\n\u201cIt\u2019s off to the ovens for the soulless turds\u201d were words his companions carelessly uttered
\nFrom the bleachers observing they’d watch candidly as people disbanded and suffered
\nIs this the skin of a superior person? He ran his hands up his face like a serious surgeon
\nBut he couldn\u2019t see the assertion, he was in a dream that was hurtful
\nThe Jewish family down the street didn\u2019t seem to deserve this evil subversion
\nThat damn media circus, propaganda officers would preach in a circle,
\nHis mind said race mathematics were wrong; avoid the public throngs, leap over hurdles
\nBut ignorance is a disease that is terminal, one that can easily purge you… READ MORE<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":155,"featured_media":5770,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,218,219,199],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5677"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/155"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5677"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5677\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5775,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5677\/revisions\/5775"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}