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Posts tagged “gun shot

A different form of acid reflux

Happiness dashed,
as these walls crumble
each flake of mortar fulfills function
slashing my carotid arteries
assaulting contentment

Formerly escaped..
..vaulted disorder
halted apprehensive infringement
desecrating perimeters
it smashed through and got the wound salted

The high swoon, hoping esteem dies soon
engaging my typhoon, a mind-storm
belied by a pride no longer in swine form
or is it? H1Nspun, viral mystics
surrounded in a theater of critics
fear hounds while jeers drown
tries to cheer
deaf to its sounds
stress pounds, cardiac absence
fleeting into safer corners
this party is wack, dashed hopes again in the labyrinth

Now it will not rest
flounder in lost threats
the Reserve where hidden costs are kept

Now driven by cold, the frost crept
word weapons, hostile tools accost in one breath
soon neurotransmitters blast hazards at the bureau of critters
thorough blizzard scorn
cannot heal blisters from the storm

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Insults with gun to head shoot real bleed violence war

Knowing
For what you search, an
exercise in degeneracy
Nitpicking horizons for signs
of brutality
compulsions for convulsions
eyes gouged for eyes
a pain proctor,
thirsting for shock value,
broken bones, marrow
released from bone like veinous prisons
your vainglorious deception
your invidious march toward weapons
nothing twists entrails you,
screaming in orgiastic desire, a fatal attraction for fatality
society’s vitiate, bastard offspring

Quintessential Abashment

Rollback your misinterpretations of the present
nothing left to support the non-profit orginazation of lies
they somehow succeeded, in glee, reducing spectrums
of political thought
divide, you will prevail
diatribes about the protection of life, while simultaneously
strangling adam apples while their children wail
the search for humanity has failed
pretend not, you saw blood on the horizon
you saw goldstein being despised and spit upon,
in streets of mania and depression
Posters plastered with a mujahadeen visage,
rusted relics being artificially reawakened,
synthetic riots exhalting the baseness of aimless aims,
bloody corpses lay dusted, now nameless names,
riding nuclear bombs on a war-fed aimless train
it is you who are the bane,
of which omnipotence blames,
and will burn eternal in agony,  for all slain
shame on you, blinders
readily accepted into your perdition
truth never capitulates,
lies never die, following
the bete noire of destruction,
your tyranny of nothingness
and they stand in awe of you

Searching for gun shots to real heads, really?

Fluttering in the incessant breeze of war,
flailing in the wind like footsoldier amputees
torso’s destroyed moreso,
we can’t afford to lace waffle stompers,
metal encased in metal, no longer threatens
our existence
the threat is within ourselves
Flame roush lip paint cannot conceal,
murderous plots, destroy ergot with zeal
this is a pond for most, too deep to delve
the price of life or death too steep to sell, vanity foreclosed on
the emporers clothes gone,
ammunition guided, jaded mechanics of survival
forbidden assault on sultans in tehran
there’s no power at the top, if you lack rivals

Falling for Fervor A.K.A gun shot 2

Where did your eyeballs run off to?
Why is your tongue in twists, fooled and foiled trists
trying to force your way into bliss
Where did your sense of honor choose to die?
No longer allowing your lying mouth to belie,
the facts that people dig for, crowbar, scratch and pry
Go over yonder, where the elephant meets the leapord,
denounces him with jealous intention,
all because you promised to be their shepard
Now they are lost in the valley of mortals,
searching for that non-existant, irrelevant portal,
a futile attempt to restore the lost order,
now the borders are lost, you cant afford your cross,
no longer allure to your subservient bosses,
crying over losses, but the tears now dry up,
still wishing you possessed wings,
and the ability to fly up

A Gun Shot to the Head

Such is the fate of innocence and idolatry
When confronted with the amalgam of half-truths,
that float to you in the night,
glowing like fireflies, trapped inside glass tubes,
blinding you to what lies behind the glass,
Why don’t your eyes perceive,
instead of allowing punditry to paint your picture for you
what is wrong with your logic
has it failed?
has the engine inside the ministry of truth broken down?
do you choose to tie your shoes in the morning?
does your skin bruise, while you watch death, dead, and the mourning?
do you yield at railroad crossings,
sun-flavored warning lights, the only remaining signal,
attempting to warn you, that your fate is to become a carbon- buttermilk pancake with type-o  platelette syrup
Who ruined your membranes, and sabotaged your neurons,
so that they may fail in times of need,
why do the  soul-diseased dine in greed, 
plates of dead skin, making yours pallor with pain
please open your heart, rip the stitches fighting your eyelids out from beneath subcuteanous layers,
but be careful,
nothing is more volatile, than a loaded gun, hollow tip in the chamber,
or knowing your life is a constructed farce,
lamenting, led astray into the burning fields and fences