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Randomized Curtailment of Will and Fortitude

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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

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War Haiku #4011

Shrapnel tears his skin
Crushing cutaneous shells
tears raining back home

War Haiku #255
Appendages break
Plasma splashes on pavement
freedom forsaken

War Haiku#945
Desert sands grip hands
and rip technology’s greed
right from underneath


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