Scourge of Depravity
All hail saints atop gates of platinum
houses of pallor, housing scores of cowards
insinuating detrimental defection
duty dereliction
sickness infecting those too fearful to glower
raining metal power to truth
long lost, our hours of youth
sitting insect-eyed, viewing the tower above
The strongest photons cannot penetrate granite corridors
where the horrid lore of shame, supported unrelenting
by tyrannic abhorrent whores
swiss-cheesing the constitution, found unkempt and
ill-prepared to face threats of cave dwellers
rave lunatics that subsist on slave propellers
visions of paradise, there’s not a grave they couldn’t sell her
now our republic, threatened, but not by mujaheddin
just a smoke screen for the real bandits
if you have a better example of zeal, hand it
walking on a one way course into an inescapable gambit
Correctorial & Visual Reposition for Beholden
The phantasm of starvation pervades parades of destitution’s profane victims
jaws gaping at the audacity of broke, in skulls all along the truncated welfare lines
while their fists thrown heavenward, a thousand sticky compatriots wedged together
huddled in a broken mass awaiting repair
slaving, they dare not
resist their despair, their
chests tumid with a burning hatred, forming a decadant soiree with death
as flies dance around the mutton portraying a
debutante attitude toward allegorical flagellations, remaining
frozen carrion’s, disbanded at birth, stranded along the Earth
starving, one by one
while tyrants of empirical stature drop bombs, flaunting psalms
death shrapnel raining from the sky, cutting jaunt cheeks of what little remains
enthralled with mental mortars, cheerleading deceased
ready to cheerlead themselves into defeat
but true hawks conceal their zeal in cathedrals of stone,
subterranean cultures of destruction
laying dormant until God gives the order
to destroy us all
The Day the Sun Burned Out
Naive frivolities collapse as foundations of breath crumble In the finality, food was plentiful no brooding was deferential, no more belief in the existential, gone was Maltemperament, courage no longer fearful to appear forceful, physical prowess was therefore eradicated, trains on rails now travelled faster, before the power expired Humans loved one another, loved like brothers, conduct between mammals in most civilized of terms why cant they hear the calls, why cant they hear the crying our destiny of death, now the spilled blood is drying ten thousand years before, homosapien was finally domesticated, the masses read, they were fed, and not with fulminations of diety, or unicorns, or pegasus or zeus they drank the spirit of gravity, laws of nature at last, conquered, the guiding light, leading to latitudes of platitudes stratified terraces of repoire, respect, integrity no longer did they succomb to the empty, vapid, dry desires of earths past, they refuse now, to peruse inner lining of pockets, whether you lie along inner circles, or outward bounds the radius of esteem, encompassing the population they allowed the arcane death to expire, and injected faith back into reality and reality into faith not the faith of fallen myths, moreover, the competent belief in ones body, and the majority of likeminded’s compassion and driving forces in agreement ultimate peaceful capitulation reaching far beyond terraforms, into the outer universe humanity at last, extending toward blackest heaven striving to right all the wrongs they caused until submitting to something bigger that left them in awe perishing the day the sun burned outGods’ Toilet Water
What is a correct course of action for destitution to enact, while hunger stalks itfacing the difficult decisions of life whether to starve whether to steal ready to cave from elitist zeal hungry buried under porches, covered in dust dilapidated state of existence, full anatomical fragrance saturation mud cookies satiating starve, its’ persistence, flagrant NOT-AT-ALL subtle conflagrations befuddled populations believing in skies maintain air supremacy king dick the heir to hegemony a vagrants wages pirated just without visible hooks invisible crooks, they stand behind doors miserable mistaking wolves for dragons perched atop skyrise, all under the sky, die just a bunch of putrid animals hungry for scraps plunder while praying to faith, recall the savior with haste too many drowning in a lake of God’s toilet water
.0157734%- Dead End Agendas
they always vilified my thought trains, and how i push back against thoughts of innocence slain not claiming my heart is pure in the least, but cogent enough to reject distraught bane my numbers, undeniably present as the fluid of free thought, reconstitution pours over a vapid waste land society some dead enders still clinging to impossibility They say “never argue with a fool, people won’t know the difference” and if your fascist fingernails could grasp the obvious you wouldn’t be screaming at cracks in the wall you wouldn’t be preening for Iraq to fall, and you would heed the most mercifuls’ distracting call a 9 trillion dollar chasm awaiting gravity’s undying ethical lust to befall ignorance in one thunderous destructive thrust whetting the thirst of those we can never trust history need not be scribed when proof breathes in present no longer shall we thieve from peasants a liberal pontificating estimation of 0.0157734% of the worlds population wants status quo capitulation, the only pharmaceutical prescription is bitter capsules of endless conflict, and ultimate treason toward the republic jury is no longer sequestered attorneys no longer spitting useless conjecture please heed calls from majoritys’ populist lectureAre wrists hurting?!??
why….. don’t your wrists hurt?
a canyon, deepening towards you
steep receipts, non-discreet beliefs
buried, surplus swiss-cheesed
cannot you feel crushing weight upon your metacarpals
gravity of debt stronger than it’s own physics
lines been crossed, vacuum’s unseen grip consuming all hope for Palestine’s been lost
too many starving to feed their houses, grass browning when the hydrogen burn sets down
cause of your semi-medicated esteem still unclear, underneath your skin is shackles
while survival starting to become too much for “advances species” to tackle
faith erupting providing the last bit of spackle
some lurking downstairs munitions stockin’ impecunious jackals
you can’t even see what hungry is after
or what’s after hunger, if not satiated dieing in river side’s withered and emaciate
devalued souls, attempting to fill their devalued holes
but consumption won’t save you
over-expanding what you don’t have is what will enslave you
carpals still sore but the chains aren’t on me yet
no f0reign dictatorsh1t has dive b0mb-3d me yet
just trying to stop more bloodshed and warfare-tsunami threats
still not feeling your hands,
wringing, disgust from perfunctory productions
the outright lies don’t strain the wrists
even though
belt is broken,
and “only playing with cards dealt’ is token
Frangible Societal Construction
Like the San Andreas Fault line,
dividing crusts across a million acres of acrid dust
society’s construction has been faulted,
the foundation splintered and savaged
becoming a burgeoning canyon, wealth wounds open for nats to attack,
mosquito’s to inject malaise into hosts bloodstream,
poison of power, poignant and sour
watching the rivers flow downward,
while the suits scream trend
bulls stratify markets in vain
wearing white collars, but stained
with blood
economy shedding alligator tears of dollars
dripping down the drain, irretrievable and distant
chief remaining flippant throughout this deathly course
galloping towards burned villages atop his deathly horse
listen for trumpets song, as bones and stones roll
civility trampled under such mass
basement boards breaking
beneath the 9 trillion pound ape in the corner
