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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

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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


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


Correctorial & Visual Reposition for Beholden

The phantasm of starvation pervades parades of destitution’s profane victims 

jaws gaping at the audacity of broke, in skulls all along the truncated welfare lines

while their fists thrown heavenward, a thousand sticky compatriots wedged together

huddled in a broken mass awaiting repair

slaving, they dare not

resist their despair, their

chests tumid with a burning hatred, forming a decadant soiree with death

as flies dance around the mutton portraying a

debutante attitude toward allegorical flagellations, remaining

frozen carrion’s, disbanded at birth, stranded along the Earth

starving, one by one

while tyrants of empirical stature drop bombs, flaunting psalms

death shrapnel raining from the sky, cutting jaunt cheeks of what little remains 

enthralled with mental mortars, cheerleading deceased

ready to cheerlead themselves into defeat

but true hawks conceal their zeal in cathedrals of stone,

subterranean cultures of destruction

laying dormant until God gives the order

to destroy us all


Gods’ Toilet Water

What is a correct course of action for destitution to enact, while hunger stalks it
facing the difficult decisions of life
whether to starve
whether to steal
ready to cave from elitist zeal
hungry buried under porches, covered in dust
dilapidated state of existence, full anatomical fragrance saturation
mud cookies satiating starve, its’ persistence, flagrant NOT-AT-ALL subtle conflagrations
befuddled populations believing in skies
maintain air supremacy
king dick the heir to hegemony
a vagrants wages pirated
just without visible hooks
invisible crooks, they stand behind doors
miserable mistaking wolves for dragons
perched atop skyrise,
all under the sky, die
just a bunch of putrid animals hungry for scraps
plunder while praying to faith, recall the savior with haste
too many drowning in a lake of God’s toilet water

Frangible Societal Construction

Like the San Andreas Fault line,

dividing crusts across a million acres of acrid dust

society’s construction has been faulted,

the foundation splintered and savaged

becoming a burgeoning canyon, wealth wounds open for nats to attack,

mosquito’s to inject malaise into hosts bloodstream,

poison of power, poignant and sour

watching the rivers flow downward,

while the suits scream trend

bulls stratify markets in vain

wearing white collars, but stained

with blood

economy shedding alligator tears of dollars

dripping down the drain, irretrievable and distant

chief remaining flippant throughout this deathly course

galloping towards burned villages atop his deathly horse

listen for trumpets song, as bones and stones roll

civility trampled under such mass

basement boards breaking

beneath the 9 trillion pound ape in the corner