"Rejoice" (Entry 543)

Stable born this day

Celebrate a life’s new start

Praise, rejoice and sing

*******

Merry Christmas, everyone!

"The Mass of Mound" (Entry 493)

Woman slept as belly writhed. 

Attempt unconscious to manoeuvre bulk.

A grunt of discomfort before giving up.

Still mass beneath rolled and quivered.

Movement never-ending.

Surprise now, and from the beginning.

Unplanned, from one night stand.

Not unusual ‘round here.

Celebrations, congratulations.

A visit to the social.

Though no one noticed her late of medical checks,

or that bump grew at alarming rate.

Did anyone else crave sunflower oil?

Gallons and gallons, she drank.

Plastic bottles, and metal cans,

lay empty and glistening beside her bed.

No one seemed to think this strange,

or think about it at all.

A block in their vision, their processes.

She whimpered, greasy mouth wiped.

Lay a hand on undulating mound.

Movements intensified. Pushing up, fighting. 

She screamed once, as the unknown ‘un-baby’

began to eat its way out.

"Birth Right" (Entry 401)

Repression of succession

Right from one's birth. 

Question the selection

Of your place on this earth. 

Progress in your profession 

For true talents in dearth. 

Impress on unique expression 

You are more than their worth.

"A Raw Silence" (Entry 388)

Some thing's enter this life with a roar. 

A human baby's cry that parents adore. 

First breath of announcement or even anguish. 

New born arrival comes with its own language. 

A New Year enters by fireworks and bells. 

Artificial time's passing with songs, chants and yells. 

Then there's those that enter by way of silence. No sound. 

Like true time shown without whisper by that wrinkle newly found. 

Nor does the spider on its web and it weaves. 

Or death which enters when the last sigh leaves. 

Then do we dare step beyond to see who are the silent that enter?

Like Angels, the unseen, who live at soul's centre. 

The hosts of energy, love is their being. 

They whisper in the quiet - all-knowing, all-seeing.

"New Prince" (Entry 387)

New born royal heir. 

Thunder claps your arrival. 

Hail and welcome, Prince.

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Congratulations to William and Catherine, Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on the birth of their son, Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge. 

"Born A Thousand Tears Ago" (Entry 386)

Born. 

A thousand tears ago. 

A thousand million light years away. 

A place blown to

A thousand million billion pieces 

In the Dymantism Conflict. 

That was the best thing to happen to it. 

It wasn't a town on a planet.

It was a breeding ground on a facility. 

Conceived in embrovats. 

Developed then sucked from the gel 

To dwell and be raised in optimum statis. 

Fed nutrients and knowledge. 

Extracted waste and individuality. 

Breed, born and betrayed. 

Genetically grown grunts. 

The best thing to happen to that place was when it was blown apart. 

Artificial wombs went boom!

I should know. 

One of their Spawned Warriors, made to order, made the order.

I pressed the trigger.