Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies,
Puking riddles on those tolled.
Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.
Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
The obscenely convincing,
have arrived in their stealth mobiles.
We are made to unmake-belief,
to regurgitate Saran wrapped words.
Wide-eyed we watch the spreading creep
of windowless thought-factories.
Druids rage for the loss of their tongues.
Magic dragons puff obesely
and cannot now climb their spines.
Combative batmen tussle
with spitting cats.
It all makes no-sense, and yet
we know the fantasy is built
on self-destructing concrete,
we see now how red lipstick
smothers us with a smirk
in the dark.
Too late to run for cover.
Even as we slumber
the mother of all bombs
gives birth to yet more
pre-packaged fictions.
So, you had a childhood.
That doesn't make you special,
I had one too.
You consume the trauma,
regurgitate it
so others can say if we had known
we would have done something;
but they did know
and did nothing.
Now you make sure they squirm
as you stick hot needles
into their consciences,
let their guilt undo their platitudes,
and let me watch you torture;
let it cleanse me,
for I am your sister
and have eaten from the same bowl
of trauma as you.
Frazzle dazzled Summer escapades,
a wave of madness hoists a red flag;
Fuchsia allows my brain to defrag,
sunsets melt hues into softer shades;
I can now turn down those hot coals
that my emotions have been tossed on;
Acting impulsive is frowned upon,
or be seen as the Queen of Sinkholes;
Do not panic drifting out to sea
you are still able to swim freestyle;
Poisonous thoughts regurgitate bile
starting dry heaves almost instantly;
Into your stomach they creep upset,
it can feel like a merciless sting;
No need to entertain cowering
before what’s only a baseless threat;
Sinking without a life preserver,
it’s not needed if your mind is strong;
Repeat like a mantra that plainsong,
tumult will become caricature.
Time passes, conversation and music ends,
light refracts, shimmers in water, bends.
Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break,
stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water from lake.
I know that things change, the erratic constant that needs be,
but this loss of you I can’t fathom, grieving the shift from us to just me.
The itch to love
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self
Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic
This love,
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets
And supernovas
Must rest.
Rain falls like the tears of some unseen god.
Tapping against my window like the persistent fingers of a pianist.
The music is out of tune, and the wind provides the groaning song.
I'm so used to it but I'm tired of starting over.
This emptiness eclipses the memories of feeling whole.
My life is a book full of pages falling out.
My tears race down my cheeks eager to escape my ugly face.
Sifting through discordant thoughts not sure which are real.
Mind trapped in a haze forever damned by fear.
This buzz in my ear is all too familiar.
Ringing out like church bells but also like an alarm.
If bliss cannot be found I'll drink until I find the abyss.
We're born to die, to be expendable.
The life of man is unceasing agony.
A wall once full of friends and loved ones is devoid of life now.
And all I have to show for my experiences is hate and crippling anxiety.
Every shadow becomes sinister.
Every noise is a nuke dropping on my mind.
I have been forsaken by reason.
And as the rain washes over my face I close my eyes.
With these tears I regurgitate the lies.
I'm a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
Sooner or later...I'll be dead.
One is over-senile
the other over-penile
One opens our borders
the other issues loyalty orders
Our execrable Presidential candidates
presage a once-great country’s fate
Two utter buffoons America rushes to nominate
~ I think on my ballot I’ll regurgitate
Old Testament where are the words that you spell are they having blessed those words that you spit out I speak letters that are confined at it make words I speak words that make sentences audibly I speak aloud I see with my eyes Visions heard I speak the words that are unsettling and settling all the words that I spew out I regurgitate and spit out words that are not sponsorful or blessing person all the words I no longer use blessed is the tone blessed in the syllables in the letters in the words that I now use environment no more enchantment or curses I speak a lord I speak in a happy love I speak the challenges none are flying blessedness those words that I speak and like it but I am the light in Jesus is the walking word
The end is nigh.
As the sun goes down
on my life aboard a Titanic-like ship,
infinitesimal time
is being sucked into death's vacuum.
Amid all the frenzy
and anguished screams,
a fiddler still carries on
with devil-may-care nonchalance.
He has accepted his fate,
but I'm in a race against time.
How much is left?
How much time
to regurgitate
all the things I've long digested?
The suppressed words
deep within me
that has rotted in abeyance?
How much time is left
to vomit all these unexpressed words
upon family and friends?
Will I finish in time
saying my final goodbyes
and expressing
how I truly feel to all and sundry?
Making apologies
for all slights I've ever caused?
Do I even bother visiting
regrets of unfinished dreams
or mulling over life not fully lived?
After all, these are slowly drowning with me.
All hope is gone,
but I do know one thing,
I shall make peace with the Lord,
praying that he has mercy
on my soul.
A door made from the haphazard weaving
of wood, rust, and ivy.
Smudged newspapers flap their wings
in a wayward wind. Bird feathers
emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms
spill to feed the mouths of empty cans.
The garden has no house,
rubble and broken verges limn a floorplan.
Weeds grapple, roots maul residual slabs of concrete.
Black bags regurgitate desiccated bacon rinds.
A boy finds treasures,
a nickel can opener,
a pen with a lady, whose clothes fall off
when turned upside-down,
a dog-chewed superman doll.
That night with dreaming eyes
he flew over the city with a half-naked lady.
while a can-opener
slowly opened up his adulthood.
Minuscular press
Of keys that regurgitate
Numbers of success.
If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?
The herd that thinks the same thoughts
They recapitulate the same words
Or, they remain quiet
A pot never gets stirred
I prefer to ask question
I don't want to believe, I want to know why
Yet every time I ask
I'm sarcastically met with a sigh
God gave me a brain
To think, love, and to grow
Where my thoughts end
I guess that's a place I don't even know?
You see life's full of uncertainties
Full of mysteries that go undefined
But remember, the moment you name it
The mystery becomes your story, not mine
So, I'll continue to seek
Holding tight to the truth that I know
But, when I learn otherwise
I have to have the resolve to let go
Or else, I'm holding on to emotion
Like a jeweler trying to sell fake gold
It may help in the moment
But ultimately, it cripples the soul
So, think a new thought
Question every single word
Never remain silent
Don't become part of the herd?
Male Parasite Stabs Female in Neck With Peenis.
Males,which live up to six hours,fly around looking
for these embedded females,with which they'll mate
and then die,After the larvae emerge from the female,
she dies too.This is called suicidal sax or lethal sax.
Pacific salmon die after spawning the chinook species.
After her first batch of eggs hatch,mothers first
regurgitate food for newly emerged spiderlings and
then let the spiderlings eat her.Sperm competition drives
suicidal reproduction in antechinus and other marsupials.
These marsupials show extreme sexual behaviour and physiology.
Note.Are you ready to die Miss Luna Silver??? tha tha injection??
God is a gentleman
A gentle loving Father
He will ask you always still
Never force you into His righteousness His love
With aligned spirit He would
Gently whisper in your ear, always still
will you allow Himself to soften your heart
He will you allow Himself
To sweeten the part, always still
That the sour spot
Renew His heart He loan you
That you regurgitate, always still
You will you'll allow Him
To soften the stoned hardened heart
You will you allow Him to remove the Pains The strife, always still
Will allow Him to dissolve that which is not
Renewed The mind and Spirit rejuvenate the heart
And soul His love pumping nothing but love, always still
Virtuous juices holy spiritually filled you behold
A renewed Beauty a renewed heart
A renew mind you're His alone special, always still
Is the heart that becomes a new witness
With the love of God illuminating fires from The Father's Heart
Always Still
Hallelujah
3/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
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