Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

Posts tagged “slam poetry

War Haiku #649

build perimeters
chain off all the entrances
and prepare for death

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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


Optic Nerve

Salesmen
Sales, Men
To them, Sales/men
Sales=Spend
Stale Scent
Hellbent
Impale,
Debt-to-income ratio Dent
Sins Fail,
No Grin
Haggling Skill not Frail
Not Opulent
No convents salivating
Over what I spent
How Dishonest
No bow, Salute
Cheap handshake
Words are sour
Fist Promise
Betraying
Non-verbal glower
Fascists Islamic
Breeding fear, intervention
Compassionately comic
Harassing
Disease Tonics
Ignorant  prima donna’s
Laughing as dance floor skeeve’s vomit
she must have had like six drinks
in a two-hour span
no water in between
don’t know what is this trick thinks
Doing her best
impression of glamor
Drinking AMF’s
Vision fucked up,
No stairs in this club
Stumbling around still and stammer
No affairs, or rotating ex-subs,
though weakness for women with fair hair,
Stares  still into the face of Hammer
Displacing shadows
Adjusting its’ contrast
Watching disgraced executives get tax bomb-blasted
Nationalization as an only choice?
Deaf from an earsplitting scream of greed
Inflationary economic stress
Fed Reserve heating up the presses, I smell Heist
Deficits spiked, few banks blessed
bailouts, TARP, turned out a losing roll on the dice
Climbing out of an impossible chasm
All the fat cats want their slice


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


Dangerous Humanitarian Assumptions

Let us never make such a grave mistake, as one of pure ignorance
and depending on foundations built of mendacity: Having a high degree of confidence in the belief that we are anything above beasts
Let us never forget our genetic roots, trillions of biochemical strands in a cosmic swirl of destiny intertwined within pure anarchy
each strand, stratifying all cerebal function, supporting such frail and futile institutions, to the gravest of insanity;
An almost relentless devotion to self-preservation, except when relinquishing our control into weapons of great fire and destruction
submitting to a notion that our races’ survival is consequently dependent upon further malicious institution of these massively heinous bludgeons
Feeding kool-aid to masses that our savior lies within our tools of ultimate demise
How absurd an idea with such forceful preponderance,
kilotons of fissile material brewing beneath a mile of granite stone
Undulating throughout several thousand centrifuges
Awaiting sirens for activation
Silent screams of a tacit nation