Grease the binary palms ...
singular greed motive,
zero moral qualms
Paper cancer in the brain —
MRI diagnosis
(make riches increase)
reveals a tumorous mental condition:
Malignant Reptilian Imaging
Scaly thoughts
of poor widow inheritance devouring
Integrity bought ...
bottom feeders bank account scouring
Saliva secretions are amphibian amoral alien;
acidic lust spittle salivating,
queen Borg demands be ere evergreen pagan
Moss-colored bile offering
is an unctuous byproduct of ink greed
Slimy covetous proclamations
strip the pockets of those most in need
Bottom line projections
show gluttus in reel time parasitic feed
Darth Vader holographics
is a leech reality of virtual insensitivity
Waste landfill spill on a moral bleed ...
unctuous byproduct
yields a gutter harvest of dirty deeds
For the past I pray in the tumorous night gone heavy and long,
Churning in the chirp of the tree frog’s soporific song.
The air thickens like cream churned thicker into butter,
Spinning in the muttered fumes of mind’s fogged clutter.
Coagulating light into an onyx-colored yet broken stone,
A celluloid flash of silver shines sight into solid bone.
From the peek-a-boo split of an aperture’s peeping pupil,
Pours an undeveloped pity in a dope’s pathetic scruple.
I seek episodic hippocampus Netflix films inside me,
For memory is better than that which my eyes will ever see.
Beneath this sordid stanza's, storm swept night such, eroglyphics ?
Frost upon his warping, window panes; oozing opaques, of blood red crimson's
Bleeding from these burnt sashes crying ashes; screaming amid the rain, Do you really
Know pain while shadows be her world and they all, but turn away ? Rotting
Flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed, as countless loved ones they wept
Deep inside she weeps ? Chasing off their waiting vultures, these; petrified spirits....
Sown beyound time's wailing trees; ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roaring
Latex lions cataclysmic lightning fables now colliding; the craving sea ? Apothean's, midnight winters recital.
Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night
Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes
Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes
Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....
"Do you really know pain," they asked
As the shadows of this world, did all but turn away
Rotting, flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed
While the countless loved ones wept; deep inside they weep
Chasing off the waiting vultures these
Petrified spirits, sown beyond the wailings trees....
Ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roarings; latex
Cataclysmic lightning of fables, now colliding, with the craving sea ~
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Apotheans, midnight winters recital!?
Note: Smile ~ This poem is about the darkened oppressions, repressions,
sufferage & plights, amid humanity within this, "Our World Today!"
Brain crowded with stratigies to survive the next four seasons
Because death peers it's ugly face with out conscience of reasonable reason
Angel of death leaving it's waste on the cement
Puzzules to pieced together by confused policemen
Your best day can be your last day breathing
A good nights sleep can be your last time dreaming
Many die forgotten
Sent to rot with no meaning
Fill your belly good it may be your last time eatting
Lifes first promise is death
You slapped by the doctor and uncertainty comes next
No promise to have strong heartbeat in your chest
This cancerous flesh
This tumorous flesh
Children living with death as thier birth defects
Life is slow but when death is near in seconds it reflects
Only playing your best memories the rest like smoke up the chimmeny
Sentenced to death by GOD never the enemy
Killer just a game piece from the incurable infections
Deaths close calls are concitered valuble lessons
Given to us by earned blessing
The reaper takes a shot and keeps on steping
Let your guard down you may learn your last valuble lesson
Remember waking up is a true blessing
So stay awake or you'll be permently resting