SPRKS IN CSF: Public Health

SPRKS IN CSF: Public Health:  I want my raw camel milk now, so I grow stronger .. I  can stand up to you Brucella,  Laugh in your  face , oh learned health... I glow and...

Public Health

 I want my raw camel milk now, so I grow stronger ..

I  can stand up to you Brucella,

 Laugh in your  face , oh learned health...

I glow and dance with you, undulant beautiful fevers,

Yey to me again, again  and yet again .. all you waeklings' who bow to pasteuer, 

Dare you to do what we did  centuries ago...all so natural 

But then again who decides what is health...

You measly public, just go with  raw eggs too,

If you live , you do , oh that short grandly healthy life... may be

So Short ... so who indeed  need any public health , 

Who needs health , for you the public, all weaklings...

Demise of my great life will never be bowing to Pasteuer or any such..

I run with the new Gods, so off you go to your puny sciences...

Ps:

Thoughts and prayers as usual , for the death of health , of public health..

Let the public enjoy lead and toxins  along with all the beautiful immune building cocci and bacilli.

 As they strive to breathe, to keep body with breath together...

As soul-less gods paint with the ever beautiful hogwash...

Poem by PC-3 (08/28/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Words

SPRKS IN CSF: Words:  Words , they clasp meanings , un-knoweth to some, Deep in their souls, in words... there perchance knowledge rests, Yet lost to some ,their...

Words

 Words , they clasp meanings , un-knoweth to some,

Deep in their souls, in words... there perchance knowledge rests,

Yet lost to some ,theirs  just knowledge envy,

Darkness , theirs in the depths and spewing out,

Thus clouded the earth, the universe...

Withers away  to empty vacuous-ness...

Diction- wording, dictionary-vessel for words,

Truth, veracity...may be just words, maybe more,

Maybe more to some , may be to those with truth and honor in the souls...

Dictator- may be one who has diction, may just be one tyrant ,diction less,

May be  greedy with power, but in  vacuum,

Lost a chance to be gods, could have been if many eons ago,

Lost chance, so now just empty souls and greed for power,

Simply a tyrant, a despot ... to follow all those other  dictators ,

No chance for eternal life or some prayers to thee , like Gods , sadly...

Poem by Pc-3 (08/13/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Japan-images, fuzzy yet may be clear

SPRKS IN CSF: Japan-images, fuzzy yet may be clear: As the dawn creeps along on the tail of fading darkness, I lay somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. Some images come floating by again....