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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


Distorted Torsion

What recourse remains,
for a lover, long forgotten
shadowed in the subterranean

And what meaning,
does this dream hold?
A woman opening her arms
shooting warmth from her genetic pillars of ecstasy
refuting my girlfriends hoarse screams of contempt
your insulting tongue can cut no longer

Two weeks ago, you hid a blade in plain sight,
and attempted to shred my confidence, ruthless and sour
But I know inside your ego’s devoured

So while waking, conscious life colors this world in sunlight,
I bide my time, for another chance at real affection
From strange women in strange dreams,
making my brain scream to escape you,
and your vile, acidic words

I am approaching break point, and she refuses to stop this onslaught

Before, it might have been,
but now it will never be bittersweet,
when i escape your shackles


Travel Battles

Along this path, battles travel
wrath rattles, let fall the gavel
chest falls, staff afraid of errant disaster
subterranean plaster covers feral masters
as terror passes, scowls and glares from pastures
my mind so impaired they cannot modify my stature 
now is time to codify my capture
before all my sins mollify rapture
appalled tribes angry as i stall for time
you call it hesitation i call it crime 
miserable commiseration follows,
delirious nation thinks this call rings hollow
but if all this is mine, fists weapons and the divine
my mouth will lead to spitting truth on primetime 
enact devastation for small minds
exact pleasure awaits like slime on vines
evolution declines to daikons shrine
i might sing songs as a result of spite, 
dissent cake i took a bite hand slighted in blighted squalor 
man eat man as we fight over dollars
worthless paper like golfcourses swallowing every acre
my prides forsaken, left in a gutter to perish
melt like butter, make buttars stutter is what i cherish
step on my toes ill give your nose more holes
mere trolls, sleeping giants better consume your nodoz
or stay in the shackles


Visitation/Gift from beyond the Void

Last night, under cover of nightfall, induced by a spell of slumber,
An old friend appeared from beyond the void

His body covered in fur, different colors and patterns jump across each strand, bobcat in one stretch, siamese in another

Lying on a carpeted floor, slothlike-his favorite attribute, it was all I had ever asked from him before

After 6 hours, I still feel blessed by his prescence during the night,
when dreams span across subconscious plains
cannot always keep up with each changing frame
and while he’s been resting in peace, he holds no spite

I even saw him crack a smile, as he rolled onto his back, arched and begging for affection

I pray you see your dead friend in a dream sometime,
putting this gift of life into perspective,
while knowing they all await, shrouded in the void,
which only dreams illuminate,
even for a single, fleeting second

do not be a stranger….


Deficits

This path has become hinderance,
annoying in its futile persistence 
stomping ground, stomping ground
I am lost, maybe I don’t want to be found

An instinctual, innate rage believes its all my fault,
and it probably is…
only my perception of the illusion of reality
which has faded like an old textbook, forever forgotten in a field
which has, jaded me in a darkness that only begs for sunset
each voice attempts to drown out the silence and fails
if only because my brain refuses it passage

Every single thread of my genetic adventure is coming unravelled,
moving an inch seems too much travel
putting up with grinch just to experience the gallant
but her happiness was just a slick talent,
a sick talon slicing, skin torn
sick of the sounds, aural costs too priceless
when I first opened my mind, sin was born

And now it won’t close
And now they won’t stop
And now I won’t bear prose for naught

so caught, the sun god is so hot
wilting my skin as one of gods forgotten crops

lost with no one as savior


Heartburn

When she finally decides to throw me against a putrid gutter
I will have reaped what has been coming for years
Never did I feel that it belonged, two different puzzle pieces,
one, with razor sharp edges, which intersected and interjected the other, round and dull

My point of view barely extends beyond this second,
infinitely immersed in the only present visible
and all I can see is myself
cowering in a dark corner, where light cannot shower its contempt

I dive into a pool of my own thoughts, as always
remembering this was meant to be
I never deserved half an hour, much less a year
and now my faith dangles from the edge
and now my hatred spills across the floor into its own pool
forming my being

Soon, possibly sooner, I will finally reach that point,
where I always belonged, how it was always supposed to happen
sitting, again, alone, raped by my own self-composed silence
saturation in tacit lonliness
vapid voids which escape this
screaming defiance of truth

How much longer will this decrepit charade remain,
ignoring her heart and soul,
trying to exterminate my own in the process
leaving us both shattered

then, will I know true pain


REM rebound

It happened as I walked across an unfamiliar neighborhood,
shrouded in a sense of mystery
unknowing what was around the corner, and she appeared

She was shorter, with dark  hair, and appeared to be chiseled from
diamonds
Her eyes spoke to me in glittering seduction
Her mouth shouted arrows that flowed through my inner being

She knew what I had been through, and didn’t care
She knew what I had seen, and asked me to keep looking

Her specter now haunts my brain,
facing me with a most impossible task,
to challenge it all
to spit in the face of,
whatever you call what happens around you

My grey matter boils under a heat only she can exude
she somehow reconfigured her neural pathways,
to set my mind on my fire
and terrorize my cardiac rhythm

Her affection has saturated my soul

How the fuck can unconscious vision so twist my belief
in everything

I am lost without whoever you are
And,
when I find you,
I will seize that, in one futile, fruitless attempt
to conclude the undefinable goal

Or just saturate my being in your aura , and disappear into tactile evaporation


French-kissing the Sky

One day last July I disgraced stagnant movements,
I ran full speed up the side of a mountain, fragments of rock resembled
sidewalks I glide; cracked, crumbling under external pressure
My sweat fell upon the dirt, the steep terrain choked with undergrowth
Showing the Mother Earth my infernal gesture
I take it all internally and sprint
exchanging all fate, hate, disparate states of relation
Reality check achieves chelation
Neglect breeds disease, but at this one moment,
I finally returned to her pasture

There I stood, taller than anything else in that valley
above all impatience and imbalance
soaring above that which plagues us all:
 lacking chance to see the world so clearly


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


Self-deprication/degradation

Someone said I forgot how to communicate
as I sit ruminating past folly,
So much was within my grasp,
until a sullen iceberg struck my bow
forcing repudiation

Filthy masses of parasitical depravity
claw at walls and wail at countertops
rain and munitions fall from gravity
teasing what life remains, below
they bellow, smash to dust all fellows,
unlucky enough to reap their crops

Humanity becomes dandruff,
flaking off, splintering at every crevice,
forgetting its lessons, buried in an abyss of genetic material
masterful artisians, suffering lesions while they
glisten under the Sun God’s shine
choosing to shirk its mystical fervor
trading wisdom for pistols,
remaining knaves, slaves, dwelling in caves
failing to reach the kingdom,
bodies slain, I still can’t refrain, escape pain,
a gaped-brain
lacking omniprescence
freight trains,
stacking the next minority sect, into a new residence


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 #16

bodies line deserts
saturating sandy soil
war whats it good for?


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


As Love Dies

No where,
can I find so much comfort, as in the fantasy of love
No tyrannical force can crush that which burrows itself underneath outer consciousness
Yet, one who claims your affection,
can, in one moment, enact dejection
Falling for her lies, so blind like I suffer from cataracts
Air flows past my face, as I drown in its’ sorrow
An heir to flame, that shall burn all I have borrowed

I wonder whether I have forsaken my own fate,
And if her attitude will carry over into tommorow
Not fearful of losing her, cuz she’s already gone
like the light in which she used to be viewed
putting up with her bullshit as nothing but a petty pawn

Just wait till I ride along another road
You can go try and make a prince of a toad
Almost begging my hate as you goad

Our relationship flickering into ten thousand glittery sparkles
A testament to what we had, the property of puzzle pieces
Never fitting together as they once did


Jaded Concealment

I can see her pictures, plastered across walls,
her soft eyes whispering a tome of lovers,
goading me to pick up phones and call

She has a knack for fashion,
but no reaction to sudden refractory bliss
still, she knows how to exact passion

Her bright hair gleams in the wind,
a testament to my own psyche
please forgive me, for I have sinned

I took a sip of holy ordained water
purloined fruit from trees in the garden,
losing her causes pain like osgood-slaughters

Shooting through the nerves in my knees,
made weak from the scourge of belief
Knowing fullwell she really deserves me

Don’t know whether her eyes are green,
or how she really feels about anarchistic desire
as long as she holds enough pride to preen

Petulant pastors revere at altars
parade faith as a walking of will,
immitating my lust in its’ refusal to falter

I can tell she has seen so many battles,
soul porous from oral bullets ripping through fabric
As I remain, an admirer, watching her beautifully gallop…..
                                                    Still riding with her head held high in the saddle


Tadalafil, #2 selling med on illicit frontstore-pharma den website, and other useless fairy tales

Of a vast array of ways, to display affection,
an ample selection of genuine, passionate actions
which one may choose to overtake,  none soar
above such a gesture as ingesting phosphodiesterase inhibitors

Nothing says, “my passion for you has rocketed to a height of disillusioning proportion”
like sucking down solid-stick pills for your significant other, only 36 hours
of bio-availability left, just for that one chance, to allow the blood to flow,
to flaccid love tools, wilting across the nations, and beyond

A measure of such a gesture of affection, as to exert yourself almost to the point of
stimulation, only to decay from weakness, and disfavor, all the while
(If the patient actually read the insert)knowing that swallowing this pill of adamantine ecstasy ,
this bitter, blissful speck of incompliance, can make you rise even farther,

Taking these pills is akin to sessions of staring into the sun,
depending upon the length of exposure,one is risking blindness, of anatomy and ego
you also, by requiring external pharmaceutical and pharmacological initiation,
and making the mistake of sipping from grapefruits, risk an increase in side effects

The best adverse reaction available to prove how much you love someone,
is to endure a not-wished-for 4 Hour undercarriage tension event, risking the possibility of
losing penile vitality and virility forever

The fact that ingesting a stiff stick pill can render you useless forever causes laughter in my reality
Even though they disrupt the action of alpha blockers,
venturing to such lengths, seems too hefty a price, to show how much I care,
and it doesn’t seem alpha at all


A Call To Arms

A call to arms
standing naked amidst crowds
wielding death weapons and a cheapened stance in societies stratifying dissemination
From mouths in the sky,
depravity lets fly
violent shards of hatred and cynicism
Insistent diatribes, mythology that refuses to perish
Absent apologies they abuse and cherish
laying cold carrions at the feet of the heiress
Slander and Salacious, Trite agitprop screams from televised gun barrels,
loading up loaded words, goading the herds
causing foreboding when the status quo prevails, absurd
Words made of fissile material, composing the most minute elements together
forming the ultimate tool of terror,
shot across the sky, into cold territory again
The sick, illicit onslaught continues, a manufactured farce of morbidity
digging under the cutaneous layers of destitute and dilapidated livestock
coaxing fire of anger,
mire of rage
dire consequence, leading forlorn to torn graves
born slaves, chained to imperial fantasy
pleading to ethereal, concealing their zeal
no more healing to feel, when cannon balls plummet from the heavens
This usurpation has been tolerated for far too long
Death by state is too wrong

Dielight, a.k.a the vampirric fantasia

A vast, grand creature unsheaths fangs,
its’ instrument of death, its’ instrument of life
each, sharp protrusion delves into depths of flesh
Acting as does the exterior of the earths atmosphere,  a vaccuum
Utilizing liquified suction to consume all life energy within the victim

Walking around in the thick haze, bouncing off reflections of mirror-like surfaces
which glow with hatred,
executing vicious plans from laboratories,
The tasters of plasma let slip a slightly sardonic grin,
just peeking from the tip of a blood-stained cheek
letting you in on the secret

A gang of Vampires, hiding beneath the shielded facade
of perfectly tailored suits from Milan,
Perform their morbid dance
Throwing at you, a morbid glance
Injecting sleeping potion into your veins
Lay back to slumber, its’ abhorrent trance


Instinct

Beneath warm blankets, I bide time
Hibernating from environmental elements,
Rain drops smacking against the window

A gentle, gyrating idea turns, tumbles inside my gray-matter
Each, minute neuron exploding with a genetic fable 
which lay dormant

The security of now becomes an unbridled mistake
when viewed under the light of a foreign lampshade
tassles made from precious silk in Persia, diffusing
each sacred strand of sound, gleaming electrons left in its wake

The norm becomes so abnormal and twisted beyond what ever was thought capable, plurality in love, becomes plausible
Duality makes sense, in that the interchangeable piece, that must be modified for my theorem to remain true, requires an injection of new blood, new bone, with the soul intact

Seeking a prescence of prescience that has confounded public administration for decades, an only option left to a sailor of desperation
Wading through waters of acerbation
Wearing an armor composed of the most stubborn substance
Waiting for her majesty to march, 
                                                                       Along my path


Bluster and Frailty

Everyone knows what comes next
After medicine men pound the skins, hands beating
down on drums, dust
 dead termites and skin cells shed
from the tribes, rise into the air
Reflecting the mission of your studious glare
The torrent of the drum beating envelopes the surrounding atmosphere
Each subtle physical manifestation of vibration flowing throughout you
While you decry all attempts to cure you as failing
                Ignoring
the diffusion of your thoughts into a conscripted void of black matter
The medicine man beats at a faster pace, replete with masterful grace
Allowing you to taste ancestral weaponry
against pain
Suffering thrown down 12 flights of stairs, only
to find you
awaiting its judgement, the finality and frailty of sickness
attacking again
Waves of the universe flow against the wicked
Ignorant of those appreciating the beauty of eternal struggle
Watching for your turn to fall  

Gun Shot Victims

You arrived with your eyes open wide,
Thirsting for morbid slaughter
sifting through torrents of abhorrent vitriol
always wishing to see what happens when
metal meets fragments of skull bone, fractured
and hulled, removing the outer barrier to knowledge

What would possess you to yearn for such depravity,
is it Jack Bauer on picture tubes,
smacking around brown people to get answers

Or maybe its your love of conflict, your addiction
to violent firearm affliction
still mispronouncing words because you lack diction
and cheerlead to keep causing Iraq friction

So its my mission to insult your lack of intellect, and your penchant for expired affection of insurrection

…….losing your humanity all the while

[Author’s note]This is written again for almost the only hits I get on my blog, people searching for terms like “head bleeding from gun shots” and “gun shot wounds”. For all who yearn for violence, here’s to YOU!


Subversive Detrimental Assurance

Somehow I feel it is correct, garnishing all information and conforming it into a single, satanic theory of devolution

so easy to pick out faces of the starving
cheeks swollen with malnutrition
corralled  by politicals with malcontent
plotting on all, smoking cigars in a winter chalice
trying to clean up the pieces of saddams splintered palace

The poor wince at status, and shrivel from starvation
politicians spew pragmatic blither and goad us to spar nations,
spurn those who let us rob the soil
iraqi mothers sob and the mahdi army boils

they all toil, mirrors and smoke filled rooms, leeching off tax cash
goading brash actions against masses
they want to disseminate stench gasses
jaws clench, black robes snicker behind the bench,
well-entrenched in the system of justice

ironic statements thrust, like cheap pick up lines colored with lust
but they cannot smother my trust
i leave that to myself, my prides on a high-shelf
although they try to diminish them, i can hear their cries swell

dont care if i die, the fallen
continue to fight the diatribes, pitting dark against the darker
more whispers of gulags from another stalin
the bombs whistle in the distance, drown out
but the mothers callin

im just a brother trying to stall endless death
live side by side with humanic tribes,
powered by semantic vibes
on this hill, overlooking the frantic cries

getting crooked, must stop killing with tyrannick pride


Intangible Sensibility

The goddess of Platinum hides behind curtains
masking her desires from the court
enclosing her heart from all that watch, encasing it within her halls of plywood

Although underneath her cutaneous layers, there lies a soul that thirsts for more
a voice that begs for passion
try as she might to diminish its volume

Her feelings not soluble in lakes of savages
still she holds to the vial, walking every mile
waiting for her knight to come for the ravaging

It is so much my style, waiting for her rescue,
debating whether late-night restricted phone calls are her begging
to be saved, or to deprave another

It might have been wasted, to drink from rivers
passion stemming from the flow like the hoover dam
if i could just move her hand,damn
wishing I could go back to when it rained
transacting my will to go on for a will from the past
at times i don’t know who’s out classed out
seeing pictures clearly because I never drink enough to pass out
and still feeling is brash
her image seared in my brain, her whisper to abstain

faint mystery
tainted clause
maybe someone just knows more of her sainted flaws
and i would even put up blatant calls

Her hair still shining in the spring
silently opining, trying to decipher what shes designing
running through mental waves dominating waiting for the temple slave
no whining, but why would I fail at realization
sometimes people are pushed to the point of zeal and I’m rationed

No longer can I congeal in such fashion
using passion as a tart crutch, but she knows i can fashion a rolled finely like i was 3 parts dutch

one gaze from her takes away
drawbacks of gravity chaining all as slaves,
she grants inertia to passive knaves
and her class would amaze

orbitals remain wide
even if she wants to break pride
or lake glide

she could entice
anyone to train ride…


I saw Her

I saw, her

devour environments

with simplicity

I watched from afar as,

sky crashed to Earth

her breath destroyed

every civil notion

remaining

I became then, a witness to

one universal truth, singularly

potent, staunch

releasing all deep-seated loyalty

in one fell, crushing explosion

Gliding along the sidewalk of eternity

leaving a path of salivating servitors,

all wishing to garnish her fatal favor