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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


Ultimate Failure of Civil Reconstitution

The war of words continues unending in its cyclical destitution

propagandizing paupers with nothing to offer

their voices drowning softly into pillows of days past

still struggling, swinging round houses and throwing jabs

bewstowing upon the masses, what they never had

following yellow ribbon magnet fads,

lackadaisical and lauded failure to fight for what they cheer

unable to face harsh conditions, nervous systems destroyed by fear

bombs deployed killing both the frontline insurgents

and citizen-victims of collateral damage, pulling up in peaceful arrears 

the third victim unknown while in battle,

reserving chances to rear its ugly head, to hurt its host

far in the future, when cells mutate unannounced, unintended, unwanted

and unneeded

how long will bloodthirsty reptiles assault beggars

throwing stones, their last and only form of defense

while we are torn from within,

countries flattened into sunlight

darker hours just around the pass

internal stuggles for a chance at life and liberty

collapsing upon the altar of a cheated death  

 


Sapien Savagery

Our stance above all in the food chain is laughable

What irreparable damage it will do to society

when farms can’t even be grown

barren desert submitting to night’s glow

top of the food chain starving for soil, hungry for something to combat malnutrition

rampant

forced blocs for destitution

radio waves inebriating their souls

minds weakened by exerted power

green trains that snap to duty, following one rail to one station

and the dogs still roam, cats claw with laughter

catching what the starving are after

rotting mice stowed in the attic

stripped bones in a closet, locked from its starting point

watch 96% percent primate brothers cheer for victory

overlords know they walk to their deaths

life causing too much stress coping with all free

what if nothing is what we all need

comforts of palaces

water shields and phone lines

commodities in hidden chalices

Every day proves we are more gatherers than hunters

but failing even that archaic description

still capitulating to times incessant march

stomachs hatred of hunger, its hatred of poison

rejecting the enemy spawned from

gods earth

born in a devils fire

too naive to fend off urges, thirst for knowledge not whetted by fruits from trees

or now fruits of labor

rampant buy schemes plague psyches

who sold us these ideals


Yellow Ribbons support our troops, and other bloodlust fairy tales

It takes mountains of courage to forgive murder
more to remain silent facing absolute mendacity, continuous, steady
prostitutes in cash suits throwing 6 bills at your face stealing
6500 taken before you even get your paycheck
only skins won from corpses
too much blood-lust to admit mistaken identities
though that was always known in
secret rooms, secret tombs
phosphor rain, no regret for her womb
still haven’t learned enlightened paths
money doesn’t reside there, where
love is hate’s sworn enemy, where
crystals shatter like bones of weakened
servants while power is plentiful,
but whores that glower demand spigots shut, against thrusts of destitutions last crutch, holding guns they rushed because its legal here, bow when posters parade regal fear,
as the EVIL CHEER
medieval, cave dwelling, socially-devolved gears
dust, coughing, force fed at troughs, sacrificial offerings
Gods Lambs, nearly rendered incapable
my hands torn, resisting mandatory agitprop
splattered across screens as plasma  porn
hazard, bouts, distraught, politically burned like quiches
biting hands of masters for tugging at leashes
pipelines are its veins, black plasma  is treasure
but brown did not make the cut
slay the mutts,  ones who cower
singed fringes on eyebrows
as crowds scream “let them die now”
orgiastic hatred for gold-stine , bow
benign sows,
standing at a stone face, cry proud
invisible to my lines, no matter if they arrive loud
lies still cloud horizons
agitation fog of war
smog, gore
how much longer can we rob the poor?

Total Indescriptive Sanity

On a hill, I stand vanguard, awaiting prairie fields to burn
Many times, the prairie dogs that roam, come full circle to live again,
whispering to me, their secrets
Fueling the flames is claimed 
against wills of enemies, turning hatred outward
away from where the systemic violence was birthed,
bloody and screaming
a crimson sky will send your mind below soil
where heavy elements are held
placing you precisely where the forlorn dwell
in their own realities
I sit atop hills, still
fullwell knowing where one road converges,
encroaching upon the skin of another
trying to snuff out dead enders, holding true fortitude
keeping within myself threads of guilt and restraint
chaining anger to floors of dirt
like tepid prisoners weak from mandatory starvation
a hunger for the absent tangibility truth relays
anyone can manufacture their face
rip off a destitute nasal structure just for spite
and remanufacture anew
but breath that comes from the new probiscis is tainted,
just like facades
sacreligious, murderous rage-composed particles spill into airways and airwaves
grinding to halts, verity searched for,
destroying words and wisdom of exalted saviors
sailors without sails for direction,
and skins for vice
No longer do tales float past without interception,
vast dirilection of duty
an industry left in shards
all for glory of what?
eradication of reaction from militarily and maliciously instituted trepidation
instinctual removal of convoluted adversarial analogues,
whether supplied by flags or sand
white,black
and its red all over
I sit alone in discomfort of solitude
while praying that “lies” are truth
and “truth” are lies

Forgotten Realism Theoretics

Canvases began life clean
quiet before bullet rain
pours its heart-stopping capability upon
peasants, residences
they color pictures
their fluid stains canvas
best when fresh, fresh when veins rip
yielded, ever-newer conflagrations,
situational humor perfected for sheepish audience
Acronyms of sin
Contraction , distraction of true meaning,
slumber, struggle to hide truth, loyalty fleeting
bastardly you are, ridiculed critics of murder
clawing at the plastered facade, wailing at walls of
a dead diety
forever dissappearance of love
destruction of mammallian bonds
utlimatum of true mortality
bygone era of restraint
encore the plasma partitions
truth, again, the anathema held, imprisoned 

Flirtation with Danger

Unconscious, I still possess more stamina, charisma
animation, sleep walking, you are to alpha anathema
to me, just a victim trapped in a self-esteem bricked prison
and lashing out for getting one millimeter of criticism
the prism is clear, my catechism you fear
fuck your jeers, falsetto spawns, failure to ruminate, or right your wrongs
your pathetic prevarications fall short of intend goals
putrid, dilapitated, futile fighting words
falling flat, the same as your confidence
shortsighted, both in thought, and in actual eyesight
you are not a man, you are a unisex cardboard cutout
forgotten, survival motives,
remaining, cowardly indignation in faces of confrontation
for being in a club called “poetry that sucks”. you sure think highly of your own work
humility should run parallel to greatness
“pride is the mask of one’s own faults”
your mistake? attempting to step into the ring with a bull,
possessing rails as arms,
frailty, your only charm,
absolutely failing to protect your facade from harm
bitches like you get torn down,
mandatorily suicided,
compelling emaciation,
you would get world traded stepping in the street with real dirt
i bet you cower in your pokemon-adorned bedroom wearing real skirts
and being called on your zeal, hurts
 fuck noah the poor
your useless like a broken door
laying in my path of destructive lore

A River You Can’t Swim In

A trillion blades of grass, forming knolls, stained with
truth
sheltering sod from shoes surely that trample
evidence ample, sometimes
life forces , the strife we torch, agitprop machines blast, no worries, i know deceit
about to meet fevers’ edge, with one slash, this is a cleaver pledge,
don’t dredge upon unfamiliar turf, you might actuate dark thoughts from a darker realm,
at the helm, rain pours,
noah the lame whore
it was cute to watch you pretend to be tough, inspiring me to coax you to feign more
your dame bores, but a fitting couple, i know your not hitting supple
thats why your heart bleeds, ah the angst as you grieve
true thieves of delight, keep walking away,
never a conjuration of courage,
i bet you hide in pews
pride is few
and i doubt to you, this ride is new
i know the pathways you walk,
sullen specters that stalk
and i know you ain’t on the mound, midway through the pressure crumbles you,
batter balked
where is the retort, or are you too sad?
not getting that skeeve porked,
your beat dork,
time to back away,
why don’t you sack and pray,
you aren’t touched by the D.U. getting iraqis slayed

Pain is only semi-universal

Why fight
for one over another when both bleed
the same
Supporting satin antecedents, ones
that benefit someone
even, against the flames of liberty
Horns form to spur opponents
to spar over claimed territory
lacking legitimacy, they are one and same
words now, worthless
dollars go into the bombs,
the fear and submission bubble, carpet vaporized
hard to render this blood bath deceased in rubble
too naive to understand why
slaughter is necessary
and dedication, allocation of mandatory donations and our reputation
at stake, while the fray would be flattened
if they could comprehend their fate
folly of their actions
pain would only begin to lecture
ripped fingernails isn’t even level one torture conjecture
lose your life for those who did nothing to you, and lost theirs
misplaced, fooled and misled optic nerves, leading only to ends,
never realizing, destruction from means,
they prove that pain is only semi-universal

Failure to fully disclose upon inductio

Oh, oh, blizzard blinds weak passers

cannot pay attention with cash and condescension

glass encasing faith laid to waste,

ego death in your disgrace,

fealty, misplaced

the race racing

dilapidated basements, a loyalty loner

lost in ages past, cannot you see?

rage=wraith

stuffing your face, deadlier

heart race racing,

busted, cardiac friction, the pace maker wasted now,

i bet you would feed on a basted cow,

fall on boned knees, as your deception drips from the faucet,

taste and bow,

hesitations aroused, scared, now the fear leaped forward,

deceits important,

proofs=impalpable

our natives scalped, kool aid pitchers shattered,

now the red sugar is on your hands, portray scams, stalking foreign suspects, travel in bands,

oh, oh

they didn’t say freedom tasted like this,

whoa, out of control now, speakers blown,

monitor thrown,

the weaker bones fall, cuz you dodge it scared

logic impaired

keratin closet naired

oh, oh they never told me the burden so heavy,

bevy of

atrocities failing levees: the prevalence

and a fucking paucity of evidence

you cannot handle breadths of vituperation

you racist

you, the basest, despot

failed regime, blowin failed schemes,

attacking innocents because of your derailed dreams,

as i impale your esteem

sins will fail you, indeed,

sloppy with greed,

truly still under misinformation consternation

they always told me money tasted of power,

all around me are soulless thieves, motives gone sour,

so impotent, they all cower,

insinuating glowers

and i won’t stop until the truth comes out under towers


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

Insults with gun to head shoot real bleed violence war

Knowing
For what you search, an
exercise in degeneracy
Nitpicking horizons for signs
of brutality
compulsions for convulsions
eyes gouged for eyes
a pain proctor,
thirsting for shock value,
broken bones, marrow
released from bone like veinous prisons
your vainglorious deception
your invidious march toward weapons
nothing twists entrails you,
screaming in orgiastic desire, a fatal attraction for fatality
society’s vitiate, bastard offspring

Quintessential Abashment

Rollback your misinterpretations of the present
nothing left to support the non-profit orginazation of lies
they somehow succeeded, in glee, reducing spectrums
of political thought
divide, you will prevail
diatribes about the protection of life, while simultaneously
strangling adam apples while their children wail
the search for humanity has failed
pretend not, you saw blood on the horizon
you saw goldstein being despised and spit upon,
in streets of mania and depression
Posters plastered with a mujahadeen visage,
rusted relics being artificially reawakened,
synthetic riots exhalting the baseness of aimless aims,
bloody corpses lay dusted, now nameless names,
riding nuclear bombs on a war-fed aimless train
it is you who are the bane,
of which omnipotence blames,
and will burn eternal in agony,  for all slain
shame on you, blinders
readily accepted into your perdition
truth never capitulates,
lies never die, following
the bete noire of destruction,
your tyranny of nothingness
and they stand in awe of you

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 

 

 


Illusionary Consecration

headlines so  laughably contradictory
Everyday ” Wall st. swoons as stocks soar on news of the fed rate cut”
very next day,
headline reads ” Stock market stomachs biggest loss of quarter”
How do you reconcile those differences?
How is it possible for the stock market to have the best day of its life
Rise to never-before-reached heights,
then take the biggest plummet of the fiscal year
THE VERY NEXT DAY
I am no hound dog
but I know when i’m being taken for a walk
and holding the leash is the criminal cartel
And I don’t accept bones like a dog either
The bailouts have all the air of elitism
covering that as “Scandal from Spitzer”
not blinded by glitz
behind its a blitz
the phosphor hits and
 by facing that onslaught you face
great risk
I bet cholera’s not great bliss,
as it eviscerates miss,
then you will know,
as the shrapnel falls like kill snow
villians walk free,
tortuous and willing to reliquish the moral high ground,
it no longer exists, for us
we are the imperial, leading to peril,
we are now the redcoats, taxing your ass 
and colonialists, raised to arms,
now it is the brown people,
welcome to the mesopotamian tea party
where it is your money that goes overboard,
cry yourself to sleep as it sinks to the floor

Slave to Substance

Laying more broken on dirt-weathered floors,
I am what the status quo abhors
Refusing to chew punditreason,
a revolting assault on reason
Pardon me, but while this misapplication of logic cascades into mentality
Skin on elbows begins its’ boil 
55% of right kidney springs into action on my behalf,
Adrenal glands rebound, inject my instinct back into me
Picturesque view prevails for some, the fooled,
the ones with wool covering their faces,
like confused californian eskimos
my body rejects it like poison
Excuse me for over-heightened expectations,
or assuming that deplorable lies will die in fire, they still burn bright,
like fireflies flickering in the night, blinding you to the electronics behind it,
making it move
I apologize for being a slave to substance,
an addict to substantial arguments,
and using logic as a crutch,
I am so obviously the fool, closing my ears to manufactured reality,
sparkling as farce, deafening to the laymen
insulting at their fortitude for failure,
or just intellectual laziness
there is no excuse for hanging gallileo now
because he was correct,
the truth needs no protection from the bludgeon,
it is the lies they are vanguard to
lets see if you sink when you hit the water

Land of the Thieves, Home of the Slaves

Welcome,
To our beloved homeland,
two nations, two colors, under fraud
easily divisible, with media misery, 
and justice for few
Welcome to the land of the thieves, the home of the slaves,
where you are a criminal for keeping what you earn,
you are a criminal for speaking what you feel,
you commit crimes, if you, like castro,
refuse to tow our line
Welcome to the land of the blind, and the home of the graves,
where pretty faces litter shiny vision boxes like bloody graffitti
bloody thieves with red hands and full pockets, yours empty
they claim “god sent me”,
while your bread is stolen, accept it serf
Welcome to the land where others bleed, for our homes, depraved
Your domecile sitting atop skull dust and dried marrow,
no more pleasantries for the natives,
And what you own, is not really yours
and you are no one,
deserve no status,
if your afflattus reads: Ive tried, ive cried, ive strived, ive plied, ive belied, and i am nothing, but really poor
Welcome to the home of the moral diseased, singing the chorus of thieves, through loud speakers, to proud tweakers,
believing those with skin brown, are weaker,
while your commerciallay stained dreams are bleaker,
Welcome to the land of the imprisoned, and the home of the gracious,
you praise the lord in buildings, but turn your back on the salacious,
homeless heroes are dead, except to the cement and mice,
all because you spit on him, when he returned, forever spurned,
you’ll never learn, forever cemented to fiat vice
I don’t see freedom in bondage,
i don’t see treaties still true,
except that when you make colossal mistakes, you see it through
That is ultra-blindness, like a farmer left swineless
and the criminals that bond you remain falsley sheltered and spineless

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  
 
 
 
 

A Plea for Benevolence

Getting lashed by sudden consequence can be such a bitch,
The foretold NEVER eclipses the unseen, the unheard,
as this rock spins a trillion light years per minute,
it removes the civility from the one “advanced” species,
 Supposed, higher intelligence, critical thinking, comprehension
Where is all this?
Pretel where the intelligence is, in self-preservation? To live, to propagate, to dominate?
Self-preservation would hold water, if only it wasn’t filled with holes,
swiss cheesed and useless for all intents and purposes
There are no selfless acts,
There are murderous acts,
bloodshed and sweat,
tears coaxed from beyond the veil,
dripping forth and then back
Where is the self preservation in genocide?
Where is the self preservation in thermonuclear machetes?
These breed of humans seem to want to preserve one thing: The right to self-destruction
Keeping that right for themselves, blind with greed,
salivating over judicial despondence
yearning and contorting for the chance to press the big, red button
There in no honor, in believing you are an advanced species,
only to look at brothers wearing your same skin of carbon,
slash it with a blade,
and snuff out your reflection
That is what we have become
We have submitted to ultra-blood lust,
willing to forego your grandchilds grandchildren into the empty void,
willing to burn off your baby’s face
Willing to drink acid, methyl-alkenes,
and end your own miserable existence
There is no honor in death,
There is no honor in killing,
Nothing is gained, by compelling kin to stop breathing
A million calls from arms couldn’t stop it either
The war machine has prevailed,
obscene is victory, purity has failed,
and the maturity of our species is forever dereailed

Returning to the burned pastures

Barren lands that lay before me tremble, they
know what is coming, beliefs held in grasp,
locked away in casks and flasks underground, reeling
Submerging from the depths, with hands as my weapon of choice,
never knowing whether it will bring me through another minute,
a quotient for survival,
Once again, repeating my used-up, recycled words again:
it is amazing,
earth-shattering,
and unbelievable how
close love lays against pure unadulterated hatred
Five minutes is more than enough,
torture under the hotlamp glares of a womans putrid scorn
Walk along my benches,
for unrelentless battery,
mental forethought compared with civil unrest and savagery,
Watch how this mammal mistreats its supposed equal,
saliva dripping down its face, stewing
in vapid guilt,
taking splendor in the destruction of my self-centered production
I am pushed into the corner by,
the one who claims to care
From the lips i once kissed,
now spews only the vitriole of true, motivated soldiers
 ready for the breakdown of consciousness and non-salvation
Wow, turned away again,
did not surprise my shoes, which walk the paths along with me,
thanking them for staying connected to me, if only by cotton, nylon and polyester
I have learned, through tribulations that might seem futile and frivalous,
but i would dare one to attempt it and then repeat the blasphemy that,
I am my own best friend
I have ten fingers that utilize the pain and force it into tangibility
My ten toes fight alongside
Not cowering to your continued callousness
I love my skin more than i will ever love you, or ever have
MY skin protects me from your sewage and situations
an epidermal armor that stratifies relation,
degradation,
and the omniprescence of manipulation,
So many dead-end ultimatums,
so much hot, wasted air,
So much time burned into the glass of the hour,
all the sand, on every beach imaginable,
could be melted, reshaped, blown, thrown, flown,
to places in the outer solar system, unknown,
and it still wouldn’t wipe away the dirt from your actions
Loving myself is so much more envigorating,
to preserve all that i have left,
and to shun the frivality of the rest of your days,
refused to allow it unto me,
Count the freckles on my spine,
each one, a goodbye to you,
farewells of what little fun did happen,
you are now forgotten,
my purpose not yet found,
                                        and still basking in your humiliation

Conjuration lackadasia

Don’t you dare become portentious,
pliable and poor,
your visions are unreliable,
weak against the walls of conscription, walking along
halls of contrition, whittled away, your excesses drowning your capalaries,
while your white brothers divide into dusted particles,
pitiful remnants of the proud people they once were, wishing you
would become like the dinosaurs,
not extinct, in the actual sense,
but just misplaced from atop the pile
you still can’t see straight, and your mouth is like
your body, weak and wiry,
unable to withstand the forces, bastions of soldiers,
battallions of stallions that buck mortars at you,
the right to bomb to the stone age, still accepted as truth,
when it is all lies,
just like stating that you deserve to be above another,
you truly don’t

Deaf to Natural Frequencies

How much squalor will it take
Hours burning like paper, no
escape mode prevails- reminiscing over meaningless details,
selling your soul for the garbage of retail
[HINT](In two months, those shoes you bought cost 50% less)
 Ouch, singing the praises of resale, it hurts
like feeble morals in church,
 
Viewing hexagonal visions, don’t flex toward me, when you know
in the trenches you collapse like plastic benches,
horror tension, back burns,
the slack you allowed in iraq spurns,
tacit herds, while the words still burn your mouth,
cant speak,
 
death makes all nauseous,
frost on skin, can’t wipe away your failures,
submissions to darker sides
a mission don’t harp on it,
 
 find a tarp to sleep under, because thunder follows rain,
no way to abstain, pause…….your blunders are hollow pain

Slammed into Reality

Nice to meet you, allow me to meet and greet you, 
in hard times like these, it does not appease, to tease,
charging massive amounts out of poor people for fees
the enemy is the fuckin disease, thieves, 
racoon’s in van heusen and sassoon,
you say im crass,
cuz i flash,
see a fat ass walk past,
subtle but brash,
throw a wad a cash, antithesis of a pastor,
causing subcutaneous skin friction, straight sin diction disaster,
stroking one harder than pompeii under plaster