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War Haiku #649

build perimeters
chain off all the entrances
and prepare for death


War Haiku #16

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


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

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


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

War Haiku # 82

power thirst prevails

black sky sometimes rains bombs

tragedy entailed


war haiku #01200

tears weigh less than gold

and cost less than oil drums

expendable life


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