Your anonymous blog
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.
And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay
body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing tripe from stomach, and from breast
the heart, those fingers worked maliciously,
dismembering each inch of skin less fair.—
I know not who it was who flayed my chest:
I? or that demon called Society?
Stupid Art. Intelligence
AI Could Say
Anything I See
With Ease And
Ambivalent
Opportunity.
Random Chance
Has It Every
Which Way
In Mood And
Flavorful Favor.
Yum. Yum.
Every Measurement
Made In Units Or
Measureless - It
Knows All The Cuckoo
***Karma Supra.***
Wowwee!!! And
Makes It
Funny Funny Too!
Buncha HooDoo
Maliciously
Curmudgeonly
Ker-Pompous
Kahhh...
Blooie.
Soooo SeXXXy,
Though,
RIGHT?
Pardon Me.
-Gray Squirrel
05-23-2025
Veracious vanity about victories over
veils shows vain values corrupted by
vicious volatile villains in hopes for
votive to vindicate,
Grossly gluttons gain grains over
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities,
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily
drawing delusional dimwits to drown
devishly in damnation,
Multimedia manipulates millions
maliciously magnifying multitudes of
mass misguided many,
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered
logistics layering subliminal taxations
lowering lifestyles lived by the
Land of the Limited.
In a letter curt and bitter cold,
Words like ice, sharp and bold.
A missive wielded with willful disdain,
Dismissive of all warmth, maliciously slain.
Lines etched with callous pen,
Rejection sealed, again and again.
No comfort found, no writer even to scold
Just echoes of a preposterous tale untold.
Dismissive missive, harsh and clear,
Leaving wounds that never disappear.
Yet amidst the chill of its embrace,
A glimmer of strength, a tiny trace.
For in the face of unwanted rejection,
There lies within, a resurrection.
From the ashes of disdain's abyss,
Rises resilience, a defiant kiss.
Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
Republican governors agree
Solving problems is not meant to be
Just take a peek
At Trump's technique:
And re-direct most maliciously
The best intention is still rude,
If into others’ affairs intrude:
As two hit each other over food
And you don’t over restraint brood
Nor from the drama keep away:
A begging role of a stowaway …
For this resent I John Jude
Whom I address as The Rude
And would maliciously exclude
From honors I should him include.
The intruder shooting others’ trouble
Could his house end in rubble,
For its rebuilding spend double,
The clean-shaven keeping a stubble.
I reached out
stretched farther than ever before
I'm not sure what I expected
why I thought it might
end differently this time
Audentis fortuna iuvat
Fortune favors the bold
My fingers pass through
shadowy specters
grasping at ghosts
phantoms of fantasies
mocking me maliciously
leaving me to languish alone
lost in a mist of nothingness
that swirls like smoke and ashes
cremated creations of my own mind
Hope revealed to be but a vine
covered in thousands of thorns
in which I am entangled
slicing and piercing my soul
in its most sensitive places
as the clouds above burst
soaking me in salt water
Yet I will dare to dream
again tomorrow
that someday my hand
will take hold of something solid
Someone in that mist will grip mine
the stinging silence broken
by a simple 'hello'
Open Wounds
Eyes perceived anxiety on a face
Nemesis offers tainted bread
Empathy urges passions to brace
Channel to hell scorching red
Denials viewed as a cowardly act
Incubus maliciously intended
Truth dried tears lies kindled fact
Open wounds will be mended
07/29/2016
7:09 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
She says “He treats me so well!”
I say “I can hardly tell!”
She says “No one understands him
but me!”
I say “Sista, I hear you, but why are
you on the floor with bloody knee. . .caps?”
The rhymes and the reasons given by women
Allow them to mistakenly drink the vermin
Embodied in the shape and size of a hue-man
Designed by the creator to love and protect them.
Now everyone please, don’t get me wrong.
All men are not like this.
There are some that will give you joy.
And bring to you pure bliss!
It can be tricky, sometimes.
The love you want and the love you yearn for
Can be the very thing you’re sacrificed and
maliciously burned for.
The winding and binding mysteries of love
Can give you a glimpse of heaven above.
But if you’re not careful and don’t choose well
The choices you make can take you straight
to hell!
Every day is a challenge, a toss-up if you will,
To examine the faces of the men you meet
But in reality it’s simple, just remember one thing
Everything that's pretty, ain’t sweet!
The California GOP
Does not believe in liberty
As sly as foxes
Fake ballot boxes
Swallow each vote maliciously
The Texas GOP decree
People of color need a knee
One travels far
To vote per car
But only when one's white and free!
*"There is no bottom to how low
Trump and McConnell will go
to retain their power"
Void to live in frost bit pain
Maimed by thought made like Cain
Comatose element numb with spite
Corrupted veins sinister mindless night
Devour the sand reverberated Time
Decay for filth screeching chime
Clockwork putrence constructed door
Misery wasteland voidless core
Correct the heart paradox repeat
Volatile time disrupt discrete
Puppet string maliciously control
Mirror reflective of a twisted soul
Bestowed vividly abysmal thread
Fateful sustenance restless dead
Corroded souls absolutely prime
Paradox repeat swelling time
Final concept vivaciously stored
Overflowing clock fire poured
Scorching below time bitterly perceived
Breathless paradox end conceived..
In America teens prank neighbors for fun, sometimes maliciously
by throwing toilet paper over branches on their trees. Today, not
a square would be spared for such frivolity. Not every day is a
parade of roses but every day can be filled with the joy of the Lord.
MONEY ON TREES
would that rain could erase the ill — wet paper wrapped around trees
3/13/2020
From calm and quiet sanity
The source of my confusion
Brought riot to reality
And force behind delusion
Assaulting me and leaving me
In silent desperation
Affronting my humanity
Inside this degradation
What unseen force maliciously
Devoid of good intention
Is crushing me perniciously
In thoughts of my invention
Binding me with indecision's
Deepening despair
Blinding me with visions
Of a world that isn't there
The shackles of this grand design
Are chains I cannot see
And yet they check this life of mine
Through false reality
In crushing weight of hopelessness
I suffer silently
A victim of this mind mess
Some might call insanity
Some struggle for the right to live
While others live to die
Or battle through the night to give
Some meaning to the lie
The mystery they can't reveal
Is one with no solution
How can I know if life is real
Or really an illusion?
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