Violently delicious
You play with my mind
Looking for logic i can't swim against time
Am I marked to be doomed
Am I cursed or worse already dead
I can't help to think
But thats when Iam at my worst
Its just the way we play your cards
When I think I have a chance
It all breaks down
Its a sweet party just like you Let me dance the hood of my car
Let me scream and shout
Ill wait for this time and space
Iam a lucky man
But so God damn.unlucky
Is it just all mankind
What happened in the last 5 years
What happened to luck, posterity,sucess
Do I shout out.. hey you !
Stop this merry go round
It ain't merry I quit booze
I quit weed, I quit living for the future
How can you be so proud
Just take a look at this town
If you got a better name
You better use it
If someone can stop this spiral
We better do it
Oh, overseer of precious population
waterkeeper
'tis
wastewater
&debauchery
Mentor of well being
&human aid
our youth dying,
away with immunization
prominent denier
medicus defiance,
aegrotus, the child,
mentor what is your alliance?
even when he’s cut to pieces,
a true warrior is one who fights for a cause
he never abandons the battlefield
when injustice becomes law
resistance becomes duty
a true leader leads with strength
& compassion
this one hides & denies, lies
his soul they buy
ruling with his ancient alibies
how can you protect us
with helminths of your own,
our fate in your hands
what is this that commands?
conveyor of danger
binger of skepticism
& lost cause
begone, bygone
you are not,
food for thought
Inside its host it fed.
lurking and undetected,
Yet blind to the fever of its creation.
Instigating incidentally,
It mustn’t prompt its fruit,
As mutation granted its idleness.
Upon which does blame lie
the fever,
Or the hunger?
To a human system a parasite is identical to itself:
Causing infection and illness.
However, this is not the fault of the system,
Rather fully instigated by the trespasser
Content on deceiving the hand of its provider.
Unlike the system,
A parasite is most gluttonous and lazing,
And evolution raised it as such.
Is the parasite to blame,
Or rather to be understood as a simple manifestation of its creation?
He formulated a delicate scheme,
So that he could obtain vital funds
From gullible, if friendly virtual persons
And spend his life in idle, useless pastimes.
In his egregious vanity, he concocted stories.
Thus, he would meditate on pulling strings
Of his listeners' consciences.
Insane in his delirium, he would meditate
His famous tales read newspapers for inspiration,
Send messages to all he judged to be ripe
For a monetary gift to help assuage his need:
Alas, not many took the bait.
Occasionally, someone would send
A miserable donation. Until he found
His haven in an old kindly woman who felt pity
And send him a thousand-dollar gift.
Profound words of thanks ensued.
He was courteous hoping to get more,
Inventing a lack of funds to rent his home.
FICTION?
Lo, do I grasp with my wretched fingers,
Onto where my heart it still lingers,
Tendrils hold as though a parasite,
With it's life causes my blight,
Even withered it does not die,
For its mother hears its cry,
Nurturing back to good health,
Yet it is I who have dealth,
Suttle thoughts fuel the proliferation,
Making death its instrumentation,
Rest from it comes with the welcome of dirt,
To a place where the heart shall not hurt.
dont dismiss symptoms
ptsd is real
parasite of war
there is a parasite amoung us that hides most of the year
once the temperature starts falling as does the leaves its there
right in our sight but out of our reach
so many stories on how it came about
some thought it brought fertility and others protection
it brought death to a Norse god
when all other plants are dying its thriving and even blooms
I am of course talking about mistletoe
every year I hope to find some low enough to gather myself
but more often than not I have to buy some from someone
how wonderful to have this little parasite hanging around demanding a kiss
It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind,
Ego refusing change.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task.
Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness.
It’s a parasite’s world---
Where dependence is practice.
And excuses-- strategy, to design.
Deadlines met feverishly by others.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where type of work affect quality.
Where comparison and perks galore
Stifling freedom, to create with responsibility.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where, those who do and are willing
Get busted with jargon of abuse.
Euphemisms learnt and articulated.
It’s a parasite’s world
Where fear is fed with horror.
Where incompatibility and incompetency
Rule one’s hidden strength and power.
It's a parasite's world
where love lavishes in luxury
and 'Basic Instinct' given prowess
Suck out life from the 'highest of all species'.
mistletoe season ~
time to pucker up and kiss
the dung on a stick
My pixel prison, / parasite of my mind, / tyrant of my time.
Once upon a time- a letter or a call sufficed.
Now, years vanish in a blink of an eye,
Beeps and buzzes, / rings and memes.
Panic… no time or space to breathe…, to think, to feel.
Only rumors, lies, confusion, facts, & paradoxes /
Black Hole Fury, ennui, strain, insomnia, fatigue...
A silent scream / Enough is Enough!!
I Take control - disconnect from the leech….
I walk outside, / I breathe / Fresh Air,
Weeping - I hear the distant thunder /
I gaze at the willows, roses, sparrows, clouds, & bees
Nature - my old friend, my healer, a warm breeze
Free at last - I wander at will, elated I perceive...
The path not taken.
I loathe the mere thought
of creatures so slothful and rude
as to steal their life's portion from others.
Ticks, tapeworms, leeches, and mosquitoes -
each I despise for their moral failings.
Yet, it is I who partakes of animal and plant;
I've never asked them nor any fungus for permission
to steal at least a part or even kill them
so that I could grow.
At least the tick leaves its victims alive,
and doesn't pretend it is nobler than it is
while I, haughty hypocrite,
hardly even consider my parasitism.
(A World of Monsters & Men series)
Turn off the lights
Lower the sound - or silent
Stop talking for a bit - I mean perfect decorum
Let me think
Let me sink myself in the ocean of my thoughts
I need to clear the waves in my mind
For some time - maybe longer.
A filthy parasite is eating at my core
All that makes me whole
All that I’ve deep inside
Leaves me lifeless- at least not living
The blooming flowers in me are cutting themselves
I hardly feel alive
Burn out - lost - empty - empty
I now face life in the face of a cancerous ulcer
Charles had his visits resumed,
Thrice eating what he consumed.
We were all by him deceived
And readily was received!
Charles, who had false names assumed
And that we had not presumed;
He had had it all conceived,
My present folly perceived…
Now, A Case of Food Shortage,
I plan to One Room mortgage;
It can’t be Steady Porridge.
For Vegetable Mere Cabbage…
Starvation knocking hard:
I wish I’d play My Best Card;
No pretending to Holy Fast:
The look of clouds overcast…
I now watch for Parasite
With My Clean Pair of Eyesight
Yep: could kill New Parasite
Venturing into my site.
Out of sight out of mind
Those are only lies
Even when I don't realize
You're a dedicated parasite
Out of sight but in my mind
My spirit towards you remains kind
Our memories and momentos will forever bind
Our kinship which I always thought to be sublime
Out of sight
Your absence brings most delight
We had our time but now we advance
Will we ever connect again? Not a chance
In my mind
You shall always reside
In you a faithful companion I could not find
From you I officially resign
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