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Posts tagged “gun shots

The Taste of Rage

I awake, reality institutes deceptive assault
daring me to stoke the flames,
staring at me begging for coal
daring me to fuel the fire

Reality spit at my face,
haphazard, decrepit strategy
as I tried to ignore the putrid stench

The world awoke, raining frozen hydrogen from above
enclosing the sun in cumulonimbus gloves,
foolish trick masquerading as a dove

Duality lit totality ablaze
Forever gazing through absent haze
Pleasure hazing monastic graves

Spastic legs, I walk, misconstrued
plastic dregs talk, confused
harassing pegs, they overlooked bombs’ fuse

Today, silence resounding calms
no vibrations from violent pounding palms
tomorrow more journey for floundering prawn

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Randomized Curtailment of Will and Fortitude

encore
thinking of blonde doors
standing ajar and whispering furtively
perspiration glistens from the frame which encases it

I gave away my attention span to a passerby
lending them the wealth of my, interdimensional deficit disorder

My words cut into my skin like a butcher knife,
exacting its revenge on a slaughtered mammal
attempting to paint meaning onto my life

I watch the strife of beggars
forgotten, destitute in a gutter
daydreaming of a no-cover triple keggar
poverty’s song is a butterfly’s wings that flutter

She looks into my eyes, I stutter
she disembarks from atop her heightened stature,
riding on a stallion of worth, cursing my rapscallion birth
no chance, the words hide for fear of dejection
sharp exhales I can only mutter

Like a fork cutting through butter,
my arms extend outward to attain,
the keys to this game’s basement,

so that i may plunder its knowledge and wealth
her heart took me forever asunder
thunder booms in the distance
screaming at me to stay off the shelf


War Haiku #649

build perimeters
chain off all the entrances
and prepare for death


real pics of guns shooting at heads a.k.a puerile refuse

I apologize that you failed to find guns shooting at heads,
but i want to take this opportunity to insult you
how do you even remember to breathe on your own?
how can you even read, type, comprehend?
Do you know what an iq is, and if so, whats yours?
Are you teetering on the brink of genius, or are you bottom-heavy,
a bottom feeder, missing inherent, inherited genetic code?
Where is your sense of morality, in what fire-scalded hell hole was your code of conduct forged?
do not you have ANYTHING better to do,
than search for “real gun shot to the head pics”
you people are fucking imbociles 
grow up, man up,
turn your computer screen off, get off your backside of lethargy,
and turn that dusted membrane inside your skull ON,
insulting is the mediocrity, ignorance, and depravity,
of so many fools

viva la revolucion, a real gun shot to the head

Here is the call for ultimate reality checks and balances,
this country is no threat,
our stubborn and utterly ignorant persistence conjures flows of vomit once again,
How dare we declare ourselves victors of the terra,
take up arms,
and keep the peasants in the field,
thumbs pressed tight, squashing force revealed and revered
 you may attempt to call it manifest, something inevitable
bvt you would be sorely mistaken
How would you react, the obvious monkey that you are,
if a gorilla came into your jungle,
smashed your nose in with a coconut
and told you to like it?
what the fuck do you think your home was founded upon, grandfathered ritcheousness?
In this dilapitated age, where we have so much more, to shield us,
because we have become so much, less
we expect others to cower to us,
we expect the world to serve the kings of speech and freedom,
where did you purloin that freedom?
or was it given to you by, your paper-thin diety?
It is past the warm times of the cold conflicts,
every human is your brother,
it is high time, to lay down your broken, machiavallian virtues,
and accept your brothers as they are,
not what your fantasies boil for