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Posts tagged “poet

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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Third Eye Declined

I am puzzled every day at the mendacity of status quo lifestyles
including my own

When faced with a choice, a dirt path in the woods, overwrought with undergrowth
which diverges into two completely separate paths,
one, encapsulating the current, destitute and failed incorporation of all that “reality” brings into your life

and the other path, which travels deeper into the forest of unknown,
a book with a thousand pages, all untouched by ink,
there lies the unbeaten path, at risk of disavowing every single piece of humanity, social stratification,

while a corporate dog eats all, the pattern’s amazing
back home,  they cling to it like an edge of the Grand Canyon
fingernail fractures soil, a last attempt at continuing this dance

storm forms
inflation captures, fiat enraptures
no patience left in depth,destroying the nexus of stress, bliss
how much can I, stress/this
brows are beaten, tear gas creeps through crowds/disperses the defeated
Escape to a search of beyond
beyond lies, cries, miserable subsistence colored ugly by lights neon
fright for eons

spite against dark, and all colors from there to white getting beyond
the last Act of this play,
where subtle apprehension dies

I never seem to coax my own courage from its slumber in caves
hiding under a box of lumber, 6 feet beneath the grave

Although so clearly I envision the mission
Envisage a reverence for nature, for our mother, for the atmosphere
Its so easy to escape it, I once saw a beaten pathway which curved up a mountain,
where I would build my encampment, sheltered from extremity
hiding from sweltering hegemony

There I would build a fire, and chop down a hundred trees,
erect palisade walls for protection, and fall back to ancestral speed
A human can survive in harsh wilderness owning little more than nothing
while here, having it all is never enough to thrive

When will I barricade myself out of a population of lost souls,
to discover my own?

How long must I be led astray from a path where the docent dwell
from a location of secret sanity, hidden in plain view

I always feel I am twelve steps behind progress,
twelve steps behind an infernal machine, tearing
limb from limb on a march for segregated happiness,
and false hope, while
only twelve miles away, sanctuary stagnates, awaiting my return

Why does fighting daily for survival appear such a liberty-stricken dream
while enough amenities to please royalty exist now,
to satiate the most greed-driven fiend


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

1 god bomb

Reflux brings serious helltrick depravity

girls upset cuz i stucked and wrecked pelvic cavities

pissed off cuz i brissed *scoff* true terror inoculant

calling to forces burn down the fairest and opulent

fuck the lackeys, dick jocking bastards

the stretchable fibers that keep tight the slack,

too terrified with your own putrid hands to murder iraqis

thats why you let the men do it,

like menstration blood upends through it

too late to save faithless faith, shame shame looks like you blew it

propaganda flows forth

condescension meeting anyone with enough audacity to spew it

slander grows as the memoranda on mesopotamia dissappears

hidden from view are the true official fears

peering into wallets watch paper turn to powder

the burn gets louder, calling for more bloodletting

steel leeches ripping and the red makes obesity at home prouder

enveloped in 3 colors, greed acts

as the muller,

and if you begin to hunger you can be fed new england chrome chowder

fuck it, speakers blown,

destroy amphetamines and tweakers groan,

but their broken ashes are still stronger than you meeker clones 

 

 


Kathy Lee Giff-style baby

Textiles, their creators must loathe eventual owners
drawing crowds, in full view where they shine,
 proving worth 
 
but no one owes anything to foot soldiers,
marching, out of necessity, suns
beating like bludgeons,
and prisoner fits role nicely
 
for cents they create for us,
and retail attempts to tickle back
the denim becomes aggressive back home,
ploys aggressive moreso,
reaching, reaching, from its stitching
 
comedic are scenes where embellishments flourish into
the room, 12 o’clock stargazing,
but the makeup forgot its job
cameramen too lazy, from the sun,
 
corporary enslavement evaluation failed  
 
 
 
 

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