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Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching Shards of Fleeced Gold, of my mind as a drunkard reeling.
I looked to the Sky:
Milking the udder of strange new Principality:As Abductee
Parseic layers onsites-between.
Exposed:Exposing
Themselves:In HiveMind
DemonsTake-AI-Host, Coast to Coast, raping with frequency
The Dark Spectrum:
E Spells:Algorecium
Ghost in the Machine:
Seizing Domain:Leasing Pay for Plug and Play
While Silicon Valley burns
Fires rolling, dancing, caroming pyres of turning man, mid-orgy
Free-Association, only for the initiated, the initialized agenda
Mitigated, pseudo-pre-arbitrated
Alarm set to 1 minute to midnight, alarming, arming Mercenary
LiberalMalefactorial
Mine Crypto ID farming:not arbitrary, quite the Contrary
Derision, division, blurred vision.
Monopolistic-air-intrusion.
From the Dragon of Old
Tele-InPrompt-To-talking point decisions, prepared by The Institute that gives The Institutions asylum and Island screams
In Thunder-Domes beneath Catacombs.
Windows, gateways and corridored rooms become alleyways and byways and by the way...boom
Of trafficking everything dark, everything that can be found in a deal of a backroom or redroom
Mad Max-Headroom meets Terminator meets in the middle,
Of Pentagram
A Witches Platoon on the deserted battlefield of treasonists and the FBook-A-wall
Controllers of the atmosphere, Dune, expand the disband, gasp, sprawl
These dry bones will be awakened soon.
Why wouldn' t you expect it?
Shifting sands, sifting uncover truth.
In fact the Vultures of Man's Desert will Direct It.
DUNE
Dear mom and dad, you told me I was your treasure
My heart quivers to ask you, why did you leave me to break under the pressure?
A worthless, wretched, withered flower, that was I
Nonetheless, I always did my part
I dreamed of your embrace, wished for a little praise; yet your groans and snide remarks
Only shattered what was left of my heart
I was an dirty, filthy mattress, in desperate need of cleaning
Struck with wooden bat, each night, as i'd yelp
Your scoldings, your beatings, your old leather belt
It hurts to say, they never really helped
Dear lover, my love was true
It hurt to know, love was just a game for you
My heart was a mere counter on the board
It would suffer turns and turns just to get to you
My veins were the lonely pathways
My blood still reeks of all the sorrows you've put me through
You left; as i struggled to survived with all my might
You left; with nothing but a shoddy rope and a rusty dagger by my side
Life is a prison
All doors shut tight, each moment I become less and less sane
There only ever is one escape
I never wished to stop living, I only wished to cease the pain
Tonight, as the clock strickes midnight
My foot will caress the chair, I'll count till three
I died a long time ago
But tonight, I'd finally be free
Goodbye, beloved, father and mother
Thank you for letting me die, thank you for not being aware
Signing off, Yours truly,
A descendent, a progeny, a lover, your worst nightmare
Such effort to write, when you wouldn't even read it, would you?
Pools of blood splattered on the floor, your ugly heart falling out, you couldn't watch as you disintegrate, could you?
Scraping your eyes, tearing your throat while you scream silently, motionless on your bed
After all, one can't really be convicted for murder when the murderer is already dead
(Eliza paces restlessly finding herself back at the door)
Eliza: Martha, I'm going through...and I want you to come with me.
Martha: I like it here, I...
Eliza: I know. I know you like it, but it''s not enough is it? You know what I think? I think our babies are behind that door. Nothing could draw a mother like this but her baby. (She pauses. She can see she''s getting through to her)
Can you really wake up feeling empty, lacking, pretend, again? So our babies might not be behind that door. It might be the doorway to hell. It's worth the risk...isn't it?
Martha: I...I can't go without Missie.
(A long pause as something changes in Missie''s face. Her concrete expression gives way to something Martha barely recognises, despite having lived with her for ten years. She looks troubled)
Missie: What if he''s there...my baby. He''d be ten now. All confused and hating his mother for wanting to give him up.
Eliza(she begins to understand Missie for the first time): You could talk to him. Try to make him understand.
Missie: He wouldn''t. He just wouldn''t.
Martha: At least you can say you tried.
Missie: Go...go without me.
(Martha embraces her. A motherly hug that she''s been wanting to give for fifty years)
Missie: You guys are gonna be great mothers.
(Martha and Eliza take a deep breath, hold hands and pass through the door, which emits a bright white light. It closes behind them, leaving Missie in what now seems to be a very large, very empty room. She climbs onto the bed, sits cross legged, taking a doll from beneath the sheets, stroking its hair and weeping)
Missie: I''m sorry baby. I am so sorry.
(She looks silently towards the door labelled ''depart'', and wipes a tear from her cheek. The lights dim)
MY GREATEST REJECTION
You lied to me
You pushed me
Capitalized with my weakest points
For through trust I let you see those too
You knew my greatest fear was rejection
You then used that against me by
Concerning me till I forgot my own principles
Saying words that would penetrate so deep
I swear even the sharpest knife does not go that far
You made me believe you were more of a friend than an enemy who's only here to take and not give.
I would meekly accept your tormentors
Doings purely because I was scared you'd reject me
You would hurt me
And later that day you sweet talk...
Using the same mouth you used to exert
Words sharper that a sword
Though I knew it was lies
I'd let you tell them to me
They made me think you won't
Reject me, you would patronize me
You had a way of softening me
I knew it but I knew I'd rather be fooled
That rejected for you sugercoated your acts of you fooling me
I knew I wouldn't stand seeing you
Happy with someone else
I knew that would be worse than
The lies you tell me
Little did I know that you even after
So much anguish you would
Still walk away
I had immaturely thought you'd
Owe more than this
I was callow cause I even thought
You constantly lied cause you cared!
It doesn't matter anymore
You've wrecked me up
What more can I fear
What else will I cry for
YOU HAVE REJECTED ME!
i wrote this poem as if i was a soldier in world war one. i got inspiration from my
history class.
My feet started hurting me, they were starting to ache,
Then BANG! I heard a bomb go off and the ground started to shake.
I grabbed my equipment and sprinted out to fight,
But when I arrived there I got a terrible fright.
It was like a rainstorm but of blood instead of rain,
Around me was terror, faces full of pain.
I stumbled over bodies and there…I saw my friend,
He had gunshots all over him, he had met a gruesome end.
“Quick” I heard an order
‘Gas Gas’ I held my breath,
Then I tripped and fell
I didn’t want this to be my death.
I knew I had to get up now!
If I wanted to survive,
I forced on my gas mask
Struggling to stay alive.
Men cried out like babies
But I didn’t want to cry,
I thought if I was optimistic
That I wouldn’t die.
I saw others choking
I just wanted to run,
Bodies lying everywhere
They fell like dominoes,
One by one.
I struggled to my feet
It was excruciating pain,
I thought of my loved ones
What if I never saw them again?
The smell of dead bodies
The taste of my own blood,
I could hear and see men dying
While I was sinking in wet mud.
Once it all wore off, I started to look around,
And stared at all the bodies lying on the ground.
They looked as if they were sleeping, as silence was everywhere,
I’m glad that I made it although it doesn’t seem that fair.
All of these men are heroes and that’s all that I can say,
And luckily for me, I will live to see another day.
Form:
If inferno flames are melting your spirit.
Causing gapping wounds of disappointments developing infections.
Pus oozing oppression, odor of deception.
Swathed in agony dressings.
If you’ve been cloaked in sheets bearing the logo of minority
While walking in the majority
Ear marked with inferior wages projected for projects,
brainwashed into thinking we’re self sufficient.
Stamped on food allotment threatened with starvation with every election.
If you can hold the cold hand of your child.
Wrap satin royalties across his chest, tucking in his future.
Line him in crushed velvet for a comfortable home going.
Watching faith fade.
Managing to lift your head high push shoulders back to face the hate that took him away.
If your idea of protect and serve rings true only if you believe in amendment #2, that phrase has never applied to you.
If you watch 365 days of American History and only 28 days of your own, told to let it ago as you watch the new age lynchings. Slavery in the form of prison sentences. History on repeat yet remixed.
If you watch video vixens, half dressed twerk videos become the image of you.
Your natural full lips, thick hips, round ass become the joke in one era and the plastic surgery rave yet on you he finds fault.
If your humble disposition has you in a silent rage but they wouldn’t know it looking you in the face.
Humbled by grace.
Then you know what it is to be a black woman in America.
(This isn’t finished)
Retracing a happening
Afternoon at the big hospital, far from home
I sat on my bed wearing a new pajama;
tomorrow, the surgery. From my window I could
see the zoo and cable cars going overhead so
punters could admire animals from above; but
think if a car fell into the tiger enclosure.
I had a packet of fags in the bedside drawer,
thought of sneaking into the loo, but someone
had removed the packet and lighter too.
I was in a strange mood, like I had hypnotized
myself and not me who sat on the bed like a lamb
that knows nothing of the morrow.
A brisk nurse came gave me a pill and a glass of
water, when I awoke my throat was sore, but
they wouldn´t give me water and I hated those
who had done this to me.
Three days later, a day in May, they let me go.
Dressed in shorts, open necked shirt I took a taxi to
the bus terminal. Driver helped me out of the car,
and I made slow progress up some steps to the ticket
office. A woman came helped me to find the right bus
and she carried my bag. Must have fallen asleep when
I woke up the bus had arrived to my home town and
took a taxi to the local hospital where the trek began;
my car was there but I could not drive it, chest too sore
and I worried about the stitches. A neighbour looked
after my dog feed and let her into the house at night.
The dog knew I was near so I took another taxi home.
glad to see me, she knew I was ill and didn´t jump up
and she slept in the doorway of the bedroom making
sure that no harm came to me.
Leave me alone
Please don,t phone
Boy I am so bloody sick
Of listening to you bunch of hypocrites
Just becouse things don,t go your way
Just becouse you can,t get what you want today
You people make me so bloody sick
I think the lot of you are bloody thick
Just leave me alone
Please don,t phone
Can,t you think of someone else?
Can,t you think of something unless
It has to revolve around you
And all the stupid things you do
Ive got my life to think about
Ive got my problems thats no doubt
But all the time its you you you
Beleave me when I say this is true
Please leave me alone
Please don,t phone
All you do is sit around all day
Talking about people and what do you say?
Nothing that makes any sence
But i will say this in thier defence
They have a life not like you
What is it if anything do you do?
Just leave me alone
Please don,t phone
You sit down on your **** all day
With never anything good to say
Then its (why can,t i get a man)
I will tell you why you can,t get a man
Your ugly,fat,desperate and mad
tell me what man wouldn,t think your sad
Please just leave me alone
Please don,t phone
Then its (im so very sick)
Well this just gets on my bloody wick
Most of what is wrong with you
Ive heard it all before its nothing new
Pease just leave me alone
Please just never phone
Phobia
Once in Paris, I was going to a venue reading poetry, the hotelier told me to take
the subway as it was easy. After being a fender for busy people I found my train
and suffocated. First stop, I ran off and found myself at a strange part of the city,
sweating and shaking like d drunk who had been on a bender for a fortnight.
Phobia! I didn´t even know I had one, my pipe dream of being a u-boat captain
had sunk in a hole of terror. My instinct, when lost in a strange place, is to find
the nearest tavern/bars, there are many taverns in Paris it was easy to find one.
I had Pernod, not that I like this drink, but after all I was in France; to blend in
I wore a black beret given to me by a relative of my wife who runs a hat factory
in Lyon, and I had had garlic bread for breakfast. But was unable to lift the glass,
my left hand wouldn´t let me, the right hand blankly refused and pretended to
be lame. Finally hiding, behind the Guardian- an English newspaper for people
who see themselves as liberal socialists-. I gulped down the horrid drink. It did
wonders. So I ordered a whisky, I was a hero, nothing could scare me
as I walked bravely out into busy streets full of people who looked at me as if they
had not seen a beret before, and looked for a taxi.
Second Place to everyone else
nothing I'm interested in is
of your concern
find myself lonely in your
absences
A new name on your tablet
wondering who it is
changing your habits
got me thinking it's me
leave her alone
just let it be
the absolute definition
of lonely is only me
maybe it'll change
let's see what tomorrow means
Fooled myself for an evening of
romance
wonderful evening
she wouldn';t even hold my hand
she pulled away when I asked her
to dance
that silly smile
her silly smile
smerking with the ladies
a the fellas there were a few
she sat near me
only to say I'm with you
Lonely
means I'm a lone
2morrow will make it new
"She said her love will become more prevalent in the future: some saw it as her saying due the scarcity of men she would find time for him"
From Where The Horse Neighs by The River
written by
Manahwannamarryhimm Ifshewannamarrymme Getthatonemmister
( Castrato Libretto-interputed by Diva Dame MO'Greeke)
Thhe Moon and the sun shall cast a shadow across the afternoon sky on March 31, 2025-- wear your googles
and come on down to Ole Sutter's Place and watch the Celestral Events Unfold, stay until 4;00 to see Jupiter and Venus and Uranus form a line in the sky)