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Turpentine waters of paranoia
  ripple beneath an opaque surface,
    merging with the burnt umber sun,
      ravenously setting
        over the savage distance.

Did the earth just crack open within its core...?

An ungovernable fear
 hastens—
    up my spine
       tracing each vertebra
          meticulously,

as the flavor of iron
     and
      burnt charcoal
          plates my tongue—

leaching into
 semi-paralyzed bronchi.

Each breath
 of stained oxygen
   gets harder
      to inhale—

Hypoxia,
   smiling mechanically,
        rears
          its ugly head...

and the tips of my fingers
 turn from
   porcelain
     to
      ultramarine.

          Trying to scream—
               yet silence
                       is all
             that escapes.

A  plethora of thoughts
  buzz—
     like a horde of bees
       within
          my mind.

If the earth did crack open,
     then
    why is everyone acting
      so nonchalant?

Conspiracy theories
         ruminate;
           paranoia-fueled
             delirium
             takes full control.

Consumed
               by panic,
        abdication of rationality
            unfurls—
           amongst the
             receding world.

© Sara Jama  

it isn't in the time, neither in the dream 
nor in the feeling's vagueness 
but it is to what uncertainty 
as well the ungovernable hopelessness 
- which here outline the notes 
of a forgetful page, like a mark 
will be going to melt away in the snow - 
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that 
you hand over, what of yourself 
the memories leave behind and what never 
admired you won't be able to gaze at 
anymore... but it's the instant 
it is the instant which snows of memories 
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating 
memories, unforgettable emotions which 
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into 
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear 
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents 
further on anymore, as under the dismayed 
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes

© Weightless Pen  

Where was I?
unusual.
behind 
the dizzying looking glass,
cement block,
panelled windows,
noonish saloons 
sipping my loathing 
like mosquitoes 
milking stone veins 

constipated. 

contemplating pretty suspects 
and their banditry of spotlight and shadows;
cute fashions with their dreamboat accessories. 

Snatched away! 

Who was I?
a deserted
quotient. 
All of me, crumbs 
sucking thumbs, 
snorting baby powder, perfumed by heaven's hope,
resisting hunger 
and decomposing
inside career mascot attire - 
long-sleeves and layered layers 
buttoning down body shame. 

Where were we?
Ten-and-less aisle, 
bargain corner debates.
Okay, maybe unquestioned.
Neither taken, 
nor given as a suggestion, 
no soft eyes
pursuing my pepper coarse afro edges,
rising bust, diffusive thighs 
and stooped shoulders.
Hominim deflated,
experiencing overqualified non-affection
as a ruminant beast, 
between ungovernable lioness 
and resigned kitten. 

I was left holding a pen,
multiplying stereotypes 
around fatherless girls 
without an agreeable image 
of self 
who fell for blank pages 
to redraw the stages
that had 
failed
hearts.
Flesh.

© Trina Layne  

Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed. 
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.

That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and in with the new.
No need for God, man is his own master.
Experts and scientists are the new gods.

Man has no natural, God-given rights.
The unelected experts who make laws,
who enforce them and judge violators,
determine man’s rights and how he should live. 

Under the new order, man is a slave,
to passions, merchants, and material wants.
The merchants market their wares and new goods,
and untamed passions demand what is new.

Out with the old God who gives what is best.
In with the new gods, who chain and oppress.
Out with morals that refine and uplift,
In with new fads that confuse and degrade.

Out with values that promote stable lives.
In with fads that lead to unstable lives.
Out with the traditional family.
In with the experimental household.

Out with a stable society,
and in with a violent society.
Out with governable citizens,
and in with ungovernable rebels.

Out with a progressive society.
In with a regressive society.
That which promised the advancement of man,
will lead to the abolition of man.

Citizens of the world open your eyes.
Look beyond those who pretend to be gods,
to the true God who only is all-wise. 
He is the only Savior for mankind.

© David Richmond