Breathairean Poetry

V=P-O

Our bodies are blueprints of the Universe
Vitality equals Power minus Obstruction is the Key

To

 Immortality

--Professor Spira

Red Blood Vessels

Before death
When the earth had no water
I breathed freely.
Radioactive red suns flowed
Through my veins
Illuminating the heavens.

I was the glowing black hole,
Host of the Omniverse,
Chosen to settle among             
Blood red pines and tend 
Abundant pink and purple
Phalaenopsis with my exhale.

Vibrant petals stretch and bloom.
Masterfully knitted with great detail.
The dark green stems tunnel down
Bringing forth the smell of
Love and the sound of Bliss.

The suns in my Omniversal vessels
Flowed freely, stirring the eternal flame
Emitting the vibrations of cleanliness,
OOM BOOM BA BOOM, Bloom the
Effervesce of the immortal host.

Before the ravishing of ripe red apples
And tart scarlet cherries was a time
Of pure music. Love the style, Air the
Harmony, Hue the melody, Man the
Instrument and OOM BOOM BA
BOOM the driving rhythm.

-Professor Spira

Slaughter House

Bodies stacked like paintings
In an art gallery.
One by one cows dangle by a leg.
Man in overalls grins
exposing a tooth
as he clubs a decrepit one with a 2x4,
over the head,
repeatedly.

Mid-section wound for blood draining.
A piercing shriek thrives
from the place that had been an abdomen.

-Professor Spira

EHRETISM

Trusting an infamous lie
Adam broke the law of Eden—
Ever since arose the cry
Man is fallen! Man is beaten!

Ever since there lays a curse
Over every man’s design,
And the mighty golden purse
Cannot purchase health divine.

Sickness, death and shameful sin
Ne’er the cross has blotted out;
Health of body, peace within,
Nature’s foods must bring about.

Never will the human race
Rid the body of its dross
Till the apple takes the place
Of the emblem of the cross.

Hale and strong with calm repose,
Ruddy face—a healthy tan
Rewarded those who keep the oath,
Faith in Ehret’s Master-plan!

-Professor Arnold Ehret

Air Ode

Oh ode to air the giver of life
That enables existence for me
As well as pink and purple phalaenopsis
Scarlet oak and birch tree

With every breath my red blood rusts
To perfect blackness

My feet like burnt brass
Eyes burgundy to black
Face illuminating purity

Gravitational blood stream
Manifests a blackhole
Immortality

Breathairean self-existence
           
Mauve Accord
                      Claret
                               Silence
                                           Pitch-Black
                                                             Searing Soul
                                                                                   Peace
-Professor Spira

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