A curse that’s worse than the pandemic
Greedier populist verse became totemic
No halt of their catapult assault systemic
Seedier social media game now endemic
Whether it be some chanting panting cleric
Will ration all compassion not really angelic
Always decanting another ranting hysteric
Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic
Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic
Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic
Derails with varnished tales any academic
Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric
Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic
We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic
With their heinous intravenous hypodermic
Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek
Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic
Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric
Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
Feud Tyrannosaurus Techs spewed they must be Taurus
Their notorious own porous homegrown lewd chorus
On a heinous hardcore intravenous tour to floor us
Felling their telling of spoof truths pointless like Icarus
Fury jury swelling..no quelling now imbued enormous
Screwed slewed after being pursued...they deplore us
Mood brewed skewed by a crude & rude thesaurus
Be shrewd make sure this brood are booed eschewed
Moan their scary lairy tone or drone's prone to bore us
Neurodivergent Rogue One
Rouge as one, on a solo run.
From glossy glades to mossy mountains.
From treeman to technoman
From trycore to hardcore.
From wet streets to dirt drifts.
From urchin to fortune.
From chaos evil to chaos
From inconvenience to ingenuous.
From arteriovenous to intravenous.
From keeping thyme to literal flow of rhyme.
dashing prancer to dancing lancer.
From the A to the One I am the Rogue One.
_~ Benjamin Luke Aguas
The silence that envelops,
Only when peaceful,
When my heart is full enough to sleep,
Filled with the newest memories.
They are sported like new technology,
Not so limited, but loved and invested.
And I do not even dwell if I am loved because it is known.
I love them, and the word,
Love,
Is not used flippantly like those around me.
It is purer than life itself,
And it travels across my body,
Intravenous in the way is swallows me whole.
And there is no word known better to describe my obsession.
Who cares if I may see them everyday,
That their names will always remain on my mind,
All I care is that my heart still beats enough
To see them everyday.
Their laughs, hugs, nervous touches, smiles,
Gazes and dependency, it drives my heart as if
It were laced with nicotine.
Because they make me smile,
Among little in the world that is happy,
They are like pre-made lunches and fresh carnations,
Like sunflowers and washed clothes,
So clean and genuine.
Things I would have taken for granted,
I now cherish every second, because I love them.
Little upstart, young showboat
Lots of bluster full of gloat,
Been there minutes, thinks he knows,
Blind ambition and it shows.
They say he's bright and tough to boot,
Compared to me, now that's a hoot,
What's Yale and Harvard, simply names,
The constant ones he repeatedly proclaims.
As to the Navy, are we to be impressed,
He only served so he'd be thought best dressed;
The lawyer bit, now that brings on a shiver,
The very thought entwines my liver.
Now as to his wife,
I will admit she's rather nice,
But then let's pause to look at mine,
And tell me if she doesn't her outshine.
So there's no doubt whichever way you cut it,
I Trump this kid with character and wit,
He may be smart, but I'm the stable Genius,
Him all hot air, with me my smarts are intravenous.
As I ponder how I should react,
Knowing I’m the very best at tact,
I thought I'd stick to what I do so well,
While he drones on, I'll just my winning vision sell.
America needs me, not some kid wet behind the ears,
Whose monotone delivery brings us all to sleepy tears,
With me you get that vibrant lively spark
The choice quite clear, a Guppy or a Shark?
You see, I want justice.
Maybe I want it for all.
The darkness of each injustice falls
heavily on my shoulders.
So many are wronged who don’t seem to care,
casual, easy, they move in the world
as though unharmed:
Their substance is altered by the intravenous needle of
injustice.
But I take pleasure in the faces
of those who thirst for fairness.
You cherish those
who teach you survival!
I am not dead yet, it is not too late
to open my depths
and drink the medicine of hope
that deposits itself quietly there.
Fatal intravenous injection of potassium produces subtle or no specific anatomic changes at all thereby posing a challenge to the autopsy surgeon to unpack the cause and manner of death. Since, it is only the extracellular potassium that can be measured in the laboratory, attributing death due to potassium poisoning becomes difficult.In such cases when the post-mortem biological tests are unable to differentiate endogenous from exogenous substances, decisions can only be substantiated by history and circumstantial evidence.
Note.Dr Zafar SUPARI killer Injection..
It's like going to a hardware store and buying a nail gun, which is for construction, but then you turn around and use it to kill someone. This is an impersonation of the practice of medicine.
Rapid coma, respiratory depression, hypotension,
Bradycardia, hypothermia, asystole and death.
Note.nehar, darya, jungle, picnic, inj, game..
Floating in vacuum,
morphine intravenous supplied,
pain deadened,
she lies dormant, oblivious to all,
thoughts suppressed,
unfeeling and benumbed
in the emergency cubicle.
Her husband holds her hand,
icy, like winter at its worst.
She moans, eyes flutter,
only to fall asleep again.
Anesthetized she finds rest.
Monitors bleep to rhythm,
steady as she goes just like
a sailing boat on rough seas.
She will survive.
Husband bewildered.
A human vegetable?
Oh no the expert says.
She will be fine.
The husband dials a number,
talks softly not to disturb.
There will be no divorce,
it's best that they give up
and do not meet again.
The woman on the bed groans.
Is that a smile on her lips?
Elbows must be packed more carefully.
I catch the eye of a flight attendant.
Some preliminary questions…
"Miss can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge?
She frowns, resenting perhaps my ‘miss’
should have said ‘mam’…damn.
I carry on babbling –
“Could my mind be more swiftly amputated?
Is it possible to be shuffled laterally
until I intrude less and match more?”
Now she is throwing daggers of hate towards me.
Are the engines honking like killer geese?
Will dinner come as an intravenous drip?
Is that kid vomiting back there?
Her dislike of my questions
is as palpable as a cudgel to the head.
“Miss I can’t see; my eyes are too near the seatback.
Will you stamp my papers D.O.A. now
to save time?"
My voice through the triple layered mask
sounds like a hyperactive zombie.
She smiles robotically.
"Sir, will you please stop blinking,
you're making the other cargo nervous."
reflections of my marrow seep
into the mourning woe brings-
i fear lapses in judgement,
yet know the outcome will be
revealed in my disregard for my
immortality
an ivory skull pricks like an
intravenous needle-
crimson veins no longer exist,
just bone turning to the ash
only regret comprehends
paradigm of raven hair and
hands full of arthritic regret-
limbs searching for redemption
and one eye holy enough to
live in peace
holding a looking glass i see
my mind's corpse,
hell has arrived in bounty and
i am captivated by the demons
i saw in my youth-
they haunt and taunt me,
never telling me secrets of hope;
only shouting sins of yore
i sought atonement and found
nothing but my raw anatomy-
digits of barren skin extending
to my wrinkled and furrowed
feet
i bought love from a penny
candy store-
hid it in my bible for safekeeping
*******************************
2.5.20
Go ask Alice in her padded cell,
how she took a tumble and fell.
Down a rabbit hole of illusion,
Whom now don’s a straightjacket of confusion.
Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium,
how she surrendered to her delirium,
of smoking caterpillars and a grinning feline.
Who’s attached to an Intravenous mainline.
Go ask Alice about her sanity,
how it vanished in this asylum of rhapsody.
In a fog that is translucent and hypnotic.
In her Wonderland with painted narcotics.
Another sound byte,
the latest alligator lip lie
Patent leather fake promises
being fed to graven idol sick fools
thru an intravenous video tube
And they willingly give Kevorkian consent
to vote for their own suicidal self-interest
Such an anti-global citizen attitude
is lemming leading tools
to the ledge edge of the cliff
Deferentially staring down
the bottomless
black hole
of the nuclear abyss
Fresh poll pocket prey
is attracting those cold, reptilian eyes
The next mercantile exchange
is gold index ticking stratosphere high
O how puppet warm is the mushroom cloud sky!
Pinocchio promises
has a Pied Piper nasal sound
Long snout tout truths
ain’t nothing but marionette lies —
cry wolf by wool suit clowns
Dollar drones can’t hear the silent siren alarm,
the buzz allure of profit
always lemming leads them on
Do you love that precipice song,
war drumbeat vibrations? Patriotic waves,
at the temptation hour,
that moves the automaton crowd
Do you lemming follow along,
giving servile affirmation? Apathy paves
the cash path to power
for those crooked jaw crocodiles
Eyes That Cry
I am the eyes that cry
While an inconsiderate chef
Cuts his onions.
I am the buttocks that brave the pain
When an unskilled nurse
Passes an injection.
I am the superficial vein that bleeds
When a nurse, old as a dinosaur
Passes an intravenous cannula.
I am the urethra that burns
When a reckless juvenile
Contracts gonorrhea,
and wants to pass urine.
I am the eyes that cry
When a schoolteacher
Batters sense into a pupil
I am the broom that is used
And disposed of
Together with the rubbish it swept
I am the condom
Used en route to ecstasy
Dumped into an incinerator
I am the money that is lavished
At a rich man's funeral
I don't matter
© The Kakuru
#MugOfPorridge
There is a certain surrender
To the pain of a sharp needle
Piercing your skin by your own hand
You feel a surge of wanting
Forever waiting for that moment
Of ritual when your mixing is over
Push up and hear the tiny sizzle
Of air burst from the tip with a drop
Colored by your poison
Ending in blood
And a small release in your brain
That asks you, "will it ever be enough?"
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