tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10539625459602618982023-11-15T11:07:27.168-08:00Brandon ´s BlogWords of one who has experienced Amerikkas Sensory Deprivation Control Units I.E. Solitary ConfinementAPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09038968777225549885noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-4539872361723070022016-12-12T16:44:00.001-08:002016-12-17T02:23:06.808-08:00Court Holding (Necropolis)* Court Holding * (Necropolis) 12•10•2016<br />
<br />
In this moment I knew it<br />
Precipice bound but don't misconstrue it<br />
Insane laughter of the neck knot tied<br />
Would you take away this last victory<br />
<br />
Beseech me of you your crying eyes<br />
Tell-tale that you knew me closely<br />
Shared with me moments escaping the moment<br />
Isn't that it?<br />
<br />
In eyes thine see-eth other than eyes<br />
Isn't that what creates spectacularity?<br />
The promise of what's never worded<br />
The gain of that that's never worked for<br />
<br />
Kismet of chance unto the lucky unfortunate<br />
The poor kissed with the stink of riches<br />
The ugly boy with beautiful girl arrested<br />
Unto the paltry shoulder, plump benevolent breasts<br />
<br />
You see in the summer the thought of snow<br />
Feel in my passing a start of life<br />
Stirring in my decaying intestines <br />
Growing forth from these ancient pines<br />
Smelling of vulture droppings and fermaldahyde <br />
<br />
But haven't we been blind all along <br />
Our lips sewn shut with just echoes of speech<br />
It's my healing embers that will be my defeat<br />
And the sounds of the younger tap tapping<br />
<br />
Nails in my coffin with each new pitter patter<br />
Sealed shut with each new ink stained baby feet<br />
<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-76614791838922653102016-10-15T01:55:00.000-07:002016-12-17T02:24:26.680-08:00Subdued dungeon* subdued dungeon * 10/15/2016<br />
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Torpitude of the axed approaching chopping block<br />
Lassitude of he that's ahead when his whole life he's finished last<br />
Portrayed as a picture painted entirely of dirty shards of broken glass<br />
Can't die. The world won't let me leave until I'm sleeved in more chaos<br />
Like a bird afraid of trees. Caterpillars afraid of leaves<br />
Spent his whole life picking what he's allergic to. Afraid to sneeze <br />
Our lives on our knees wanting to flyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-16672241198600541302016-03-16T16:01:00.000-07:002016-12-17T02:21:53.106-08:00Evolved Encampments*Evolved Encampments* 03/13/2016<br />
<br />
Pulled an eye muscle watching the world decay<br />
Constantly wondering why people even try<br />
Fools pressing forward with fruitless missions<br />
Its like everyones manipulated against their will.<br />
<br />
If studied enough history predicts the future<br />
Seeing it all so soon leaves me unbelieving<br />
The wisdoms sheening the essence of events<br />
focus of the cameras zooming the pointless.<br />
<br />
Perpetuating the lives of the old parasitically <br />
Allowing religious thought into knowledge<br />
Wisdom wasted, grey faced inadequacies<br />
Like fucking a decade after puberty.<br />
<br />
Wonder why you cough when you smoke<br />
Walking weakly on lard legs of atrophy<br />
Do you shun violence because you believe its wrong<br />
Anger saved for truth memes and unpopular songs.<br />
<br />
Remorsed into an amerikkan soldier inadequate<br />
Presidentially pansied into currencies punk<br />
Dressed like the rest in bejewelled denim<br />
typing googily mash-faced against screens.<br />
<br />
The slight rush of prescription make-believe<br />
Quickens heartrates in first world apartments<br />
Rent slaves sipping boxed wines between cigarrete butts<br />
Bottle-fed false events on the teats of the elite.<br />
<br />
The coughing, smeared faces in camps of refuge<br />
Burying bodies matter of fact thirdworldly<br />
Trails of dirt piles replace repressed tears<br />
Border rushing, breadcrumb chewing peoples surround.<br />
<br />
Homo sapien advancement like the sun<br />
Rising on the pale backs of pigness<br />
Pinkness to darkness to sediment to bud<br />
Worthless creatures only useful as blood enriched mud.<br />
<br />
The Final Forgiveness.<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-15934118531945447892016-02-17T17:34:00.002-08:002016-12-17T02:25:07.920-08:00Pig Sponge*Pig Sponge* 02/17/2015<br />
<br />
Did you spend money today<br />
have you eaten the plastic packaging<br />
on timeclocks and twinkies<br />
orgasms and futures<br />
molded from primetime<br />
billionaires donations of bank interests<br />
the systems penis on your tonsils<br />
come again.<br />
Did you find the one who makes you laugh<br />
whom can delusion similar futures <br />
and forgive your pasts<br />
do your asses enjoy the same couch fabrics<br />
dinner table drivel conversations<br />
and offspring pierced and dyed<br />
for the military or police force<br />
blame the pain on terrorism<br />
chemical imbalance or the healthy<br />
unhealthy urges of dear old dad.<br />
Have you sat long enough in front of T.V.s<br />
soaped yourself enough with lotions<br />
that you can believe your existance has purpose<br />
that the phone in your face isnt harmless<br />
your bra not just a harness<br />
sins forgiven because you repress them<br />
if they could only read your dreams<br />
haltered in religious make believe.<br />
Have you had your nicotine<br />
and your children their autism shots<br />
do you still celebrate a turkey<br />
and sit in judgement of ejaculations<br />
wrongly pointed like the guns<br />
of amerikkan soldiers pointed<br />
anywhere but their coward faces.<br />
Do you have high hopes of a future<br />
where nothing changes except more wealth<br />
but more sun shortens the night<br />
and the darkness is needed or else <br />
like a san bernardino partnership<br />
more heart than a whole U.S. platoon.<br />
Overshadowing pig light with much needed darkness<br />
death to your religious nationalistic sun<br />
bask in the light of the dialectical materialist moon.<br />
Like houdini ive shucked your chains<br />
snipped your debt labor strings<br />
sit snickering at each new tragedy<br />
that befalls the spreaders of the tragic.<br />
Almost lost myself in a relationship<br />
with one who pretends worse than my relations.<br />
So bald face that i didnt even see it<br />
until they closed ranks with the serious <br />
almost cutting off my revolutionary comedic.<br />
Proved i could do it<br />
daily prove we will defeat it<br />
by the simple fact we laugh at it<br />
as you approach the inevitable with full seriousness.<br />
We piss on your flagged graves with clean piss <br />
as the stench of your alcoholic rottingness wafts up<br />
through your uniforms sweated through with anti depressants<br />
dirt that couldnt care less republican or democrat<br />
the earth reaching upward thirstily consuming first world flesh<br />
enjoying the carnival comedic in your packed funeral processions.<br />
Laughing<br />
smiling<br />
come again<br />
and again<br />
and again<br />
and again... Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-33040299865836409142016-02-03T09:37:00.001-08:002016-12-17T02:26:10.499-08:00Dislike*Dislike* 02/02/2016<br /><br />
stock markets crashing raise my spirits<br />
the pig funerals ripping forth cheers<br />
how is it that downfalls of evilness<br />
cause pain in the creators of it<br />
like, fuck, you motherfuck. you made it now sleep in it<br />
got these last final years yet im tied<br />
to do anything in essence against it<br />
unless i want to spend my last days caged in it<br />
leftist revolutionist sought sex unto defeatedness<br />
spent ten fiending for it<br />
took three to sicken of it<br />
spent, as i said, like the thread<br />
on the backs of the children sipping<br />
mediterranean waters escaping it<br />
drowning in it<br />
like the alcoholics throwing fits without it<br />
and the status seekers seeking it<br />
posting it and updating it<br />
liking it<br />
you see them running hot streets<br />
avoiding even hotter houses in deserts<br />
militaristic mustached malnurished<br />
you see the same thing everyone sees<br />
doesnt that say something?<br />
that maybe its what youre supposed to see<br />
instead of whats there to be seen<br />
you suppose?<br />
possible, i say<br />
that feelings can be manufactured<br />
sights and sounds sold to you<br />
even though your physical and mental dont want it<br />
pukes it<br />
rejects it with every fiber of your essence<br />
but swallows it because everyones doing it<br />
and to be left out of its worse<br />
than dying because of it<br />
washed up on it<br />
like the beaches of Lesbos<br />
three foot tall corpses<br />
facedown<br />
twelve year olds gunned down<br />
in the streets of it<br />
toys clutched<br />
perpetrators forgiven because contrasts correct<br />
to the establishment of whiteness<br />
that evilizes blackness<br />
like the watered down substances of poorness<br />
but protects the bullets of blueness<br />
the more pure drugs allowd in deeper pockets<br />
threaded-much waddling backfatness<br />
pushing buttons and steering expensiveness<br />
down potholeless lanes air conditioned<br />
in and out same temperatures<br />
stagnant cellulite coolness<br />
chemicals in balance because they created imbalance<br />
mental wellness of those that created its illness<br />
when even the stickers of terrorist<br />
stuck with the sticky hands that embody it<br />
and then you want me to raise a family in it<br />
you want me to laugh beside you in it<br />
to lie to the young about it<br />
because its best<br />
for their happiness<br />
for happiness<br />
happiness?<br />
its all about the happiness<br />
the constant reaching and typing for emoji moments<br />
of insignificant happiness<br />
momentary fleeting memed happiness<br />
these words dedicated<br />
to the suffering in it<br />
the solitary confinement<br />
the bloody ghetto cement<br />
and sugar lined lips lying limp on beaches<br />
strengthen off the reality of it<br />
evolve from it<br />
as the majority pig class regresses and atrophies in it<br />
<br />
an illegal truthAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-21933821594715171012015-10-29T01:06:00.002-07:002015-10-29T01:06:41.872-07:00*Lead Tall**Lead Tall* 10/29/2015<br />
<br />
Subterfugal Emoticons Tattooed Across Make Believe Members<br />
Us sitting like our asscheeks imprints make a difference<br />
Like anything we leave behind that isn't money<br />
Cars, Houses will be grasped and kept by those close<br />
<br />
Just forgotten and parceled up<br />
Between feuding factions of degrading relatives <br />
Each generation worse off than the next <br />
More dis ease, dis comfort and dis informed brains<br />
<br />
You know when you see it just for a second <br />
A purpose in all this and then its taken<br />
Told like a secret in the eyes of the inanimate<br />
A face post mortem you can't erase the expression <br />
<br />
For all that you believe you seem mighty unsure to leave<br />
The things of make believe you thought worth not thinking <br />
For all you that seem mighty <br />
Its just your weakness dancing with others weakness<br />
The not worthy identifying with the not worthy thinking up worth<br />
<br />
The outer reflects the inner of the one able to reflect<br />
The inner just covered with the outer mess of the reflect less<br />
The building of the one day to do lists<br />
Completion of this list the accomplishment of greatness<br />
And the non doing pessimist in the stranglehold of longer lists<br />
<br />
The allusiveness of the accomplishmentless is evolutionlessness<br />
Those that complete to complete the next task<br />
The reason some fall back<br />
<br />
And like a Mighty Stag in a bitter October wind<br />
The Alpha stand and prance strong<br />
On the bones of the Beta herd instinctual <br />
The weak Doe Eyed who follow<br />
<br />
Dying choked on their worthlessness<br />
Strangled in imagined innocence<br />
Feigned purpose and mile long To Do lists<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-10711443528857583822015-10-17T22:58:00.000-07:002015-10-17T22:58:56.023-07:00*When**When* 10/17/2015<br />
<br />
When the power goes out<br />
And everyone's left looking<br />
I will already have seen and left<br />
<br />
When your everything's gone in a blink<br />
Mines just beginning <br />
Eyes opening while yours are closing<br />
Life fertilized on your losing<br />
<br />
Get up because you're laying down<br />
Soon<br />
Arranging necessities not for forever<br />
But for soon<br />
You can't continue in this vein eternally<br />
Dalliance with the inevitable<br />
Cringe or applaud upcoming boom<br />
<br />
Simplified beyond the just simple<br />
So centered lightning flash doesn't surprise me<br />
Tragedy just the next step along your way<br />
<br />
Down with all the failed evolutions<br />
Treading lightly over your misconstrued conclusions<br />
<br />
Invalid misconceptions<br />
You're winning while I'm losing <br />
At least it seems so<br />
In your eyes<br />
<br />
The eyes of surprise<br />
Deer in the headlights of the last light<br />
Your dying light<br />
Warming the hands of those left<br />
<br />
Your replacements<br />
Betterments<br />
Wearing your leavings like stains of grass<br />
Building the future because your past is past<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-40779728487270001142015-09-28T23:33:00.001-07:002015-09-28T23:33:25.899-07:00* Marble Countertops * 09/28/2015<br />
Two years two months two weeks two days<br />
To teach me to think totally opposite<br />
This body and mind in decay isnt the same<br />
The whole pathway i walked in vainly insane<br />
Went from waiting on a parole board<br />
To waiting for social security<br />
The most avid exerciser<br />
To just catching my breath walking<br />
The defeat in me isnt Name-Brand<br />
Its the generic Age-Old inability<br />
To coexist around others<br />
To love without smothering<br />
Just that after witnessing all the deaths<br />
And wondering if they worked up until the moment<br />
Does anyone ever get a month to reflect before going<br />
Does the Rat-Race become your life<br />
And if you stopped working<br />
Would you stop living<br />
Youve seen me and what ive completed<br />
As a person dealt a shitty hand<br />
So why do you mourn my Step-Back<br />
My momentary hands on knee reflection<br />
Havent I earned it<br />
When others would sit passed out from psychotropics at night<br />
While everyones passed out drunk in the darkness<br />
My mind sits pondering meanings and connections<br />
And its always amazing to see the peoples reflections <br />
Reflecting themselves upon the judgements<br />
Instead of looking inside at why they judge<br />
Building the things others started instead<br />
Of planning and creating yourself<br />
Focusing on the focus placed upon<br />
Instead of sharpening your own focus<br />
Sharing 'In-Common-Nothings' instead<br />
Of creating 'Somethings-Alone' to share<br />
You can become caught up in the roads<br />
Forgetting each paths meaning is destinations<br />
Would never throw away this pristine consciousness<br />
Built inside Supermax buildings hallogened<br />
Over beer, drugs, thinking Herd-Intilect<br />
When one learns thats the whole point of this<br />
To just exist painless<br />
Too many caught up with kids<br />
And the total focus and raising of this<br />
To be just the most facetous mother<br />
Of the most flaky, purposeless kids<br />
That hang themselves<br />
From your Empty-Room-Minds given them<br />
Question Mark Gallows<br />
Your Cross-Border like the Rabbit Hole<br />
You escape periodically bourgeoisily switching<br />
Personas and clothes to Infatuate<br />
Enemyize your friends soley for the push<br />
To your next tragedy left<br />
She's worse than him but you would never guess<br />
Because she hides behind productivity like her breath<br />
Same sized livers, hearts and gross amount of tears<br />
Just that one gives a shit about society<br />
And the likes and comments<br />
Of cardboard cutout calcified peers<br />
Companied each morning smelling of soaps<br />
Six a.m. sharp with teeth gleaming<br />
In order to enhance the $35 millions<br />
Driving home on an empty tank of gas<br />
Sore muscles can't even afford the bananas<br />
Fucked her pussy so long cant pretend<br />
Both rolling eyes when the pants come off<br />
Like oh fuck not this again<br />
Fuckin tire blows, out window half your paycheck goes<br />
Have to buy my water from the city<br />
Suck the dick of the power company<br />
Just for lighting<br />
Meaning lost in all of this<br />
Infighting of the incrowds<br />
Status and marble countertops<br />
Holding more notice than the chiseled dates<br />
Of the dead that did without<br />
All you do all day<br />
Like any of you have meaning<br />
Or any of this roboticism <br />
Can unmagnetize your bloods direction<br />
Of six feet in the graveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-2247014328292228802015-09-22T21:51:00.001-07:002015-09-22T21:51:03.737-07:00*Umbilical Gun* 09/22/2015<br />
<br />
The pinnacle of delusion<br />
Looking down<br />
Had it with it because for a while<br />
Had it all<br />
From nothing to something<br />
To nothing <br />
To thinking about jumping<br />
<br />
Bouncing back and forth between emotion<br />
Wishing for the body slam<br />
Dirted disappeared hurting<br />
Listen to the townfolk thinktank<br />
About his problem <br />
Soon favor extended in solving<br />
<br />
You should never peel back calous<br />
And then run<br />
You should never whiten teeth<br />
With lemon<br />
Outlive teeth over brushed<br />
Or dedicate yourself to a perfect woman<br />
Cause she'll consume you<br />
Let go of heartbeat with lost lust<br />
<br />
Letting go of a chemical high<br />
The love of a woman<br />
A species I'd not seen ten years<br />
Was all mine for eight months<br />
Same age yet ten younger<br />
Because mentally caged as a boy<br />
But her blasé blasts my soul like shotgun<br />
Leaves me a bloody mess<br />
Spongeing myself with my carelessness<br />
<br />
Each sopping up and dirt slapped nerve ending<br />
I give up every second <br />
Each and every minute a casket<br />
Hours like cremation<br />
Days like the roots into brain <br />
Lying dust under her tree of everything<br />
<br />
I watered her with my soul unknowingly<br />
One should hold back a piece<br />
Just in case lying empty outstretched<br />
Hands beseeching from casket easy chair<br />
<br />
When you just become the old oil painting<br />
Hanging from the wall in faded rose<br />
And passing processions silently tick by<br />
Wondering how he did it so long<br />
Alone entombed only to give up consumed<br />
By the most beautiful thing<br />
<br />
Bore by a vagina and broken by one<br />
Suckled the teats of life <br />
And breastfed from my grinning reaper<br />
As the little laugh she left me with resounds<br />
In my thin skull like my first cry<br />
<br />
The blood drips smack earth<br />
Desperate eyes looking up at doctors finger noose<br />
My nervous system one last time reaching for her<br />
Nothing <br />
Silence<br />
With my last breath wishing <br />
Heart attack upon her breast<br />
<br />
Or the doctor would of just dropped me<br />
Before i felt the coldness<br />
And loved her eyes so much<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-77353548362425120012015-09-21T20:16:00.001-07:002015-09-21T20:16:59.713-07:00*Little Death* 09/21/2015<br />
<br />
A sigh<br />
After so much <br />
Relearning to just sit <br />
To unhurt<br />
And feel the coolness of icewater<br />
Lick my guts<br />
<br />
Learning to live in the stillness<br />
Again<br />
Without needing or conversation<br />
Without wondering<br />
What she's thinking<br />
And why <br />
If this is loving<br />
Why is it so full of hurting<br />
<br />
It isn't worth it anymore<br />
To play along <br />
To exert effort upon effort<br />
Upon something so distant<br />
Towards somebody that keeps moving<br />
Dodging my heart like the enemies<br />
Loveplated bullets<br />
<br />
See how far and how much <br />
How many times the downs<br />
Can turn into ups<br />
And the chest pains<br />
And liver pains<br />
Will let me up<br />
<br />
Empty<br />
Gutted out my penis<br />
By her sugar scented breath<br />
The constant nightlong cuddles<br />
Attempted unto limb atrophy<br />
The fake smile held upon face<br />
Sending forth condolences<br />
Upon condolences<br />
Until empty <br />
Silent breathing<br />
<br />
The hurt<br />
That's supposed to help<br />
And prevent future hurt<br />
Just a pause button for more hurt<br />
Forgot the lesson of pain<br />
In the game of love <br />
Insane buried in mud<br />
Prayin for rain<br />
<br />
Sit muddled unmuddling<br />
Okaying the not OK<br />
Just focus on falling and waking<br />
In a centered state<br />
And look forward to a little something<br />
During the day<br />
Even if its just the ice water<br />
Even if its the thought <br />
The truth<br />
<br />
That she's just way better off<br />
And my ending is just her start<br />
A beginning my ending<br />
Like it always was<br />
Like I'm used to <br />
Sang he who's been the boogeyman<br />
He who knows the strengths <br />
The benefits and lessons<br />
In all ego deaths<br />
In each broken heart<br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-30675959619232222112015-09-13T16:33:00.001-07:002015-09-13T16:33:27.567-07:00*Sandman's Song* 12/02/2012<br />
Wanting eternal winter<br />
Seeking another ice age<br />
Single white male seeking speedy execution<br />
Death wish, damn this life. Arrghhh<br />
Exhausted sea sick sitting solitary<br />
Sartre's nausea sprinkled with<br />
Marxist materialism, Staind lyrics<br />
Sung beside Soul Asylums<br />
" so long ago i don't remember when" <br />
" because inside you're ugly- step"<br />
"You're ugly like me- to the ledge"<br />
Seeing modern conformity as below me<br />
Been there. Done that. Don't want it<br />
Feeling better than everyone <br />
Haughtiness hurts me worse than insanity<br />
KNOW I've done this all on purpose, this<br />
Place, this pain manufactured myself<br />
Isn't anything i wish for or miss<br />
To do or not to do--- the question<br />
Out of sight out of mind equals oppression<br />
Unless minds are sour from parasitic<br />
Consumerism. Thirty Decembers I've studied<br />
Pain, Rage, Love, relationships, happiness<br />
Hurt realest emotion I've experienced<br />
Crack fiend speed walking Las Vegas<br />
Streets. Meth addict missing teeth and heart<br />
Beats. Captive caged inside modern day<br />
Dungeon. Drunk on it, staggering<br />
Drueling deprived so deep<br />
Me and mine. Where last name becomes<br />
Ones crime. Want this? Do you? <br />
This only thing left me, expressing<br />
Diseased western societies downfall<br />
In rhyme. String Theory beside Spiral Nebula<br />
As humanity starves to death<br />
Suicides, cries out for something<br />
Anything. " god give us a reason please"<br />
To be. Nothing. Happy. Nothing. Except<br />
Wanting things. Taking things from<br />
Third World, oppressed, coal colored "things"<br />
My people. My species. My holidays<br />
Are days held in infamy, are<br />
Nights those i loved chose sleeping<br />
Eternally instead of continuing faking<br />
Happy feelings in front of fascist T.V.s<br />
Saddest part is wanting t.v., me, even<br />
Though knowing the adverts and propaganda<br />
Showing. Painful piece understanding <br />
Pornography, Playboy and womens oppression<br />
But still seeking, peeking clandestinely <br />
Wanting it, needing it, knowing its<br />
Wrong. Its all wrong. Oppressive this<br />
Emotion. All ive left, this love called<br />
Oppression. Called sickness. Give me pistol<br />
Bridge, train, suicide by cop. Violent<br />
Violence silence sick materialist happinessAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-39262731193624548462015-09-13T16:32:00.001-07:002015-09-13T16:32:41.560-07:00*Sahara* 12/08/2012<br />
Caffine twitches during psychotropic sniffles<br />
Intermittent comradeships between paranoid enemities<br />
Witness one soul in us all screaming ABSURDITY<br />
Given short end of stick since birth but still swimming <br />
Making it in humorous interactions and trifles<br />
We are just boys being caged by boys<br />
Males punishing males for what males do<br />
Dear cruel world ten years of my existance <br />
I spent huddled around flexi-pens fighting this<br />
I'm spent now, huddled in on myself seeking comfort<br />
Seeking something other than this<br />
Forgive me my stubborness, craziness and weakness<br />
I miss things. I want things. I need things<br />
Its taken me ten years to understand this<br />
This mind. This body. This pain is<br />
Pristine, poetic, put it on each second <br />
Like a feather headdress, broken sunglasses<br />
Came, saw, conquered, was conquered, left still looking<br />
Did what was made to do, what had to do<br />
Do you out there do what you do for others or you<br />
Does doing things depend on who<br />
What's left to be said, speaking of what's left<br />
Empty inside, barren surroundings, fearing<br />
Skin sand dune, bone basin, greasy leftover residue<br />
Of blood left seeping into unforgiving cement<br />
Nothing left but these eyes staring childish<br />
This grin accepting what's nextAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-3592506005130438882015-09-13T15:10:00.001-07:002015-09-13T15:10:08.310-07:00*Hold Me* 10/15/2012<br />
Sixteen soldiers can reannimate an idol<br />
Revolutionary violence and study go hand in hand <br />
More you are willing to die for revolution<br />
More you will deepen knowledge seeking solution<br />
Take torture remake it strengthen off it<br />
Make death poetic end agitational statement<br />
Let young know can kill flesh that's all<br />
Live on in essays, hearts, minds poetically immortal<br />
Bodily hungers surpassed by those for the people<br />
Switching objectives scientifically as needed<br />
Sniffing air ascertaining fear to target into<br />
Lowered shoulders heightens heart rate like pow wow drum<br />
Shrouded facial pain beneath sweat slicked skin<br />
Veins in forearms like mighty root digging in<br />
Body, mind willing as heart begins skipping beat<br />
Everythings your last, better make finale' sweet<br />
Internal laughter as suited swine tighten torture<br />
Hurt me motherfuckers, that's right hurt me more<br />
Return in kind in future all you can create<br />
Build in this body and mind more reason to hate<br />
Love for women diseased patriarchy thus far prevents<br />
Causes this masculine skin objective to invent<br />
Grey matter in back and brain tuned into species<br />
Able to hold future in nerve cell prior to creating <br />
Underneath these stars prison hallogens prevent seeing<br />
Beside this mountain razor wire prevents touching<br />
Progression knows these phenomenon are within reach<br />
Must build and break superstructure slowly for offspring<br />
Become beacon broadcasting intermittent energy<br />
Huddle into this rock naked Morse Code like being<br />
Fits and starts with fingers on insanities pulse<br />
Control Unit Solitary I.M.U. creates and destroys me<br />
Like suicide bomber blowing building then disappearing <br />
Live like its my last breath modern day revolutionary<br />
Live like revolutionary woman sleeps soundly beside me<br />
Future exists already in the blood of our youth<br />
Beware poisons young comrade as they enhance what you can't do<br />
Learned one thing, isolation increases equal to ones progression<br />
More one stands alone more you only count on you<br />
Now bury these bones beside the rest and keep on<br />
Masculine pain reearthed into feminine embraceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-19937914616631459832015-09-13T15:08:00.001-07:002015-09-13T15:08:57.162-07:00*Revolutionary* 09/28/2012<br />
I eat when I'm hungry<br />
I sleep when I'm tired<br />
I do what i must do to survive<br />
I train my body on a schedule<br />
Wash myself only when dirty<br />
My life is geared on slowly die<br />
I sweep the floor daily<br />
Cleanliness becomes best friend<br />
Wrists chapped from rinsing underwater<br />
I agitate like its my last essay<br />
Chew bologni like its T-bone steak<br />
Fresh black top laid outside plexi-glass<br />
My red carpet for upcoming release<br />
Air vents unplugged every centimeter<br />
Cement shines like glistening emerald<br />
Goatee and mustache twisted perfectly <br />
Ponytail ponied beneath bleached bandana<br />
Ingrown toenail removed with staple<br />
Paranoia and pain eased by sweat<br />
My mail feels sealed by monarchs<br />
Opening each letter revealing seven secrets<br />
Licking shut letters like building pyramid<br />
Scribbling zip codes like death row pardons <br />
Cucumber soap dances with ink fragrance <br />
Scientific wind chime causes voices to sing<br />
Mountain out window a clenched fist<br />
Cold chills on skin standing ovation<br />
Perfectly placed necessities spell combinations<br />
Only hung peach blossom goddesses unlock<br />
Voice box underground with months of disuse<br />
Forebrain sizzling synapses to wrists<br />
Pointer middle finger and thumb revolution <br />
Scribbling game plans geographically induced<br />
Pass out periodically easing tension in back<br />
Body will tell you when its tired<br />
Masculine skin requires imaginative attention<br />
Cinder block shades sparkle in sun reflection<br />
Lenin's tomb photo remembers ones past<br />
Oxford dictionary thumbed well like hammer<br />
Curl water-weighted mattress like swinging sickle <br />
Sweat dripped cement smelling of earth<br />
Stainless steel glistening with bleach<br />
Live like everything holding me pushes me<br />
Like the long march and Maos Arabian mounts withers<br />
Trample these pigs smiling beside meAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-30002864290638122522015-09-13T14:04:00.001-07:002015-09-13T14:04:05.124-07:00*Cultural Kinetics* 09/17/2012<br />
Blood runs onto cold cement<br />
Tears drip into plastic pillow<br />
Heart squeezes this pain through tired vein<br />
Brain surveys insane like thundercloud to rain<br />
Back bent twisted inward loud popping twinges<br />
Knees crack then snap, dying by inches<br />
Stomach attacks hourly chewed on like bone<br />
Kicked knee bends back, it just won't let go<br />
When this pen bleeds beautifully creatively agitating <br />
And this skin seeps salt creating my animation <br />
Eyes of the hurricane building body, poem making<br />
Can convince skin its not living alone<br />
Able to outwit bourgeois nervous system<br />
More one hurts because what kin created<br />
More one wants to see kin failing<br />
Technological advancements enhancing suffering <br />
Take technology advance revolutionary beginning <br />
Outwit halfwit palefaced sneering mustaches<br />
Outlive fat fucks then recruit sons and daughters<br />
Smile to those not believing solitary cell burning bright <br />
Laser to lantern pigs better fear the night<br />
String from sock hangs staple from letter <br />
Revolutionary art spinning circles round recycled air<br />
Find comfort in length and weight of uncut hair <br />
Rusty steel door covered in postage stamps<br />
Toothpaste sealed off infestation <br />
Perpetual calander decades in advance waiting<br />
Steady strengthen each second buried in isolationAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-81261727989920613502015-09-13T13:25:00.001-07:002015-09-13T13:25:41.760-07:00*BORN AGAIN* 10/29/2012<br />
From a womb to a room to a cell to a grave<br />
From darkness to sun to darkness and death<br />
Hurts me to breathe already at thirty<br />
I hurt digesting, tasting--- hurts being me<br />
Heart has been busted, breaks each second passing<br />
Give me a gun and I'd end it, my truth, no laughing<br />
Hurts walking, sitting, sleeping and thinking<br />
Hurts me wondering why i hurt you for hurting me<br />
She plays when dead serious, lies behind her loving<br />
These eyes see deceiving and leaving in her believing <br />
Pain from cradle to grave shoveled on me all sides<br />
Worst part is people believe hurting me will save me<br />
Been like this since birth, tough love, tough life<br />
When all along looking for reason in real eyes<br />
Read my gravestone curled fetal in bed at night<br />
Feel those standing over me more question mark than cry<br />
Even in all this desolation do not want to die<br />
Do not want to play-act living society beside<br />
Belong buried between two stages barely alive<br />
This why remaining locked down deep inside<br />
Doesn't bother building excuses to remain reasons why<br />
Autopsy reveal brain, stomach, heart tumors<br />
Notice doubled up nerve endings and vein capacity<br />
Stomach twisted knots eating holes bloody lumpy <br />
Spine cracked several places held together just barely<br />
Knee tendons snapped so much numbed beyond nerves<br />
Pupils nearsighted never looking beyond bricks<br />
Died from deadly disease didn't know he was sick<br />
Used to tremors, twitches, quivers, deadly bodily twinges<br />
Frequent flyer miles sitting pretending living<br />
Smile rictus no humor left in these teeth<br />
Everything beyond this second too much to believe<br />
Steady struggle with this feeling all i am capable<br />
Gotta make it till tomorrow, survive it till mail call<br />
Dwell on dead buried beings become brainwaves<br />
He was my age, she was pretty, both bones now eternity sleeping<br />
Will have nails filed perfect with teeth gleaming<br />
All that brushing for nothing when worms begin feeding<br />
Sleep dreams regress childhood places and memories<br />
Gone back not forward welcome to institutionalizing <br />
When reason to live taken build reasons not to die<br />
Seasons drag like decades as years fly by<br />
Monday today begins week of daylight savings<br />
Dead walk hallows eve with millions captured waiting<br />
Paceing, trick or treating, societies monsters or those imitating<br />
Take candy for now before pigs begin chasing<br />
Take pork young thug before broken entombed waiting<br />
Comrades forgive unintentional cruelty lacking humanity<br />
When like this eating self sometimes passes on chewing<br />
So many buried before me, so many after<br />
So like our bourgeois upbringing thinking one matters<br />
Let one poem reach one poetic youthful revolutionary soldier<br />
Allow one essay to create insight in future agitator<br />
Spent life living for future being slowly devoured by my past<br />
Been damned since birth, genesis all builders of life<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-33394888444027734902015-09-09T18:28:00.001-07:002015-09-09T18:28:38.396-07:00* Hert * 09/09/2015<br />
<br />
I wish to pass from this existance<br />
My only fault is i began to believe<br />
Was taken and molded into compliant form<br />
Starry eyed dispersing every particle towards her<br />
<br />
Now i sit in this house alone<br />
It was all for her<br />
Feel like a fool of the utmost<br />
How could i be taken <br />
Why do i sit waiting for more<br />
<br />
In the window listening for her car<br />
Rearranging things perfectly on the off chance<br />
Her favorite box of crackers on the counter waiting unopened<br />
Her favorite expensive Starbucks brand coffee<br />
Tilted just so to catch the dying light<br />
<br />
I knew this day would come <br />
Undone completely in every aspect<br />
I've proven my point that i could<br />
Could my heartbeat now let me go<br />
<br />
Can my family understand that my hurt<br />
Unnumbed like the rest i sat smoldering <br />
And i shouldered the moments you all escaped<br />
Like a champ but I'm through please<br />
<br />
Carry my body with your drunken steps<br />
Drop my casket into the grass <br />
With your atrophied limbs and sickly breaths<br />
Let me go for once<br />
<br />
Euelogize your son not for what he's done<br />
But what he didn't <br />
Because i lasted for the fact of learning<br />
Something worth mourning<br />
And she was the one<br />
<br />
Found her and lost her as is life<br />
I just want one more night in paradise<br />
Assuge this pain that's been tearing at me<br />
This hurt that's written plain behind the soberest<br />
Greenest, saddest eyes the worlds ever seen<br />
<br />
Now take me into your inky blackness<br />
Like your pupils or the dark cleft of skin<br />
Between uneven appendages porcelained<br />
Protruding second big toe obscene<br />
<br />
Like my poisoned blood and shrinking brain<br />
Like the violence just inches away<br />
Like if i could of just known it would end this way<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-52350202083753419952015-09-08T00:02:00.001-07:002015-09-08T00:02:30.524-07:00*Curtain Call* 09/08/2015<br />
<br />
The problem with a person who writes is every new creation must top his or her last creation. <br />
If you think about it too much it fucks with creativity. <br />
I'm sitting here, man, at the very edge of everything I've experienced. I'm broken down. Eventually the table of life just tips. Too much weight. My major problem is the time clocks and gas meters ticking off time and cents. Fuck you. Fuck your measly system of sticks and carrots. <br />
I've got a girl in mexico waiting on Visas for her and her two children's return. Me and her were inseperable for eight months. And I've not seen her in two weeks. <br />
Part of me understands she's really here, in the states, but she's avoiding me because i became too obsessed. <br />
Reality is smashed upon me. My uncle Randall, who has struggled with schizophrenia his whole life, and diabetes, is just a pale, staring mute being led around by my limping, cancer fighting, 80 year old grandfather. My brother, an intravenous heroin and Christal meth user, just went to prison for at least five years. My father, an alcoholic who once took so much of the Anabuse alcoholic drug that supposedly cures the " disease" , that he was paralyzed, walks around town drunk, picking fights with everyone. My other uncle can be seen blowing on his alcohol interlock device in his truck, a machine that prevents anyone who had beer on their breath from driving, or driving his other truck without the device. <br />
The dead or dying. I've not even drank a beer or a joint in ten years. Granted, i spent ten years in prison. Been on parole two years. Just completed it. <br />
Whatever. <br />
<br />
The charade. When all i want to do is look into her eyes one last time. Feel her skin. <br />
I'm just this insane prick. This 33 year old man that's destined to go batshit. Its my turn to accept the baton. To run my guts out. Fuck. <br />
I'm going to the university of Utah for hepatitas treatments soon as I'm insuranceless and they need guinea pigs. <br />
I don't know anymore. I wanted to help my lady get her papers. To get her children their papers. To be legal. To be citizens. Its what she wanted. She wanted to get our own place. Now I'm in this place alone. Waiting. <br />
I'm this over cleaner. This over organizer. This person with three abodes i look after. <br />
Its a fucking trip. The heart beateth no matter what. <br />
What's real. What is the truth? <br />
Everyone has their truth. Can i create my own truth or the truth of others? And isnt it all just tied into money. Money and truth. Truth in money. <br />
You can buy truth. You can buy someone's time. <br />
Bought people. <br />
The purpose? Is there reason in this? <br />
Am i this disfigured face, sexually spectrumed, anti social, institutionalized, crazy man for a reason? <br />
We just want to be told we are sometimes. That we have purpose. Meaning. . . <br />
What's expected of me after all that time in a solitary cell? I mean goddamn. You should see her. The beauty. I was the most unalone I've ever been. I'm caught up. Wantless and Waiting. Seeking more from something that's been gone for so long. On the edge of abyss knowing, just KNOWING, I'm the puppet of puppeteers with their own purposes. Slowly ingraining me with their meanings. Carefully skirting the sad possibility which is me. <br />
The don't look at hims, snide under breaths. Hands over the mouth. Behind backs and behind the scenes. Just wanting a moments clarity to show me what I've suspected all along. That I'm just this experiment experiencing what I'm meant not what I've been dealt. <br />
Dealing with this. The deepest which is only shallowness. The meaning which is meaninglessness. The voices of the voiceless become delusions of the disillusioned lumpen proletariat. The chain the only thing left to lose in this society of depressed lifeless. Welcome to our world. The specieless, emotionless wrecks. Where workings all we've got left and dyings shamefull. <br />
Guilty of loving too much unto the death. Maybe the whole purpose right there. Love Death. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-25307523998470770472015-09-03T21:29:00.001-07:002015-09-03T21:29:16.406-07:00*Lolligaggin* 09/03/2015<br />
<br />
The throbbing in your right abdomen persists. Its the sign of impending death. What to do... What to do... What to do.<br />
Immobility eases it some. Its funny, i lauded myself for so long for my ability to keep a clear head and equanimity through anything. Now i feel like a drowning rag doll most of the time.<br />
And the nightmares. The waking up suddenly after four hours sleep to full body cramps. Just want to lay here but i get hungry...<br />
I go around. See people. People i knew. But... I guess people i KNOW (?) Why is everything in past tense now? Like i used to this. I used to that. Even as i do it i used to do it.<br />
Found myself at the liqueur store the other day after my doctors appointment. But it didn't open till noon. It was 8am. I don't drink. I shouldn't really. I get crazy.<br />
Vegas sounds real good. <br />
I wish to remain clearheaded as possible through it all as its getting real crazy deep lately. Its like tasty. Life has become tasty. I'm savoring the tragedy around me. Its everywhere. Pain, sorrow, confusion. Yummy.<br />
If you try to avoid it'll get below your skin. Not good. Savor, buddy. Taste, retch but do not swallow. <br />
It's all a game basically feels like. Like, ya, there's purpose to it all somewhere but fuck if i know what it is. Its just like checkpoints are crossed and i acknowledge them with a tip of the hat and continue. Onward. Always forward into the mist. <br />
I've did it. Everything set out finished. Done. Stick a fork in me.<br />
Fingers itch knowing the grand finale is nigh. <br />
The damn graveyard doesn't seem very comfortable though anymore. I used to go there after work when i used to walk. Now i figure to become missing but presumed sounds funner. To find some blue lake to be found in as skelaton. Poetry.<br />
Everytime i end something completely something begins completely. Its why i enjoy startings and finale's. <br />
Poems, relationships, steaks. <br />
Shits getting wild in the Rockies motherfuckers. Better hold on. <br />
Kisses. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-8894890200802663262015-08-30T06:00:00.001-07:002015-08-30T06:00:02.601-07:00* Never Mine Always Hers* 08/30/2015<br />
<br />
It was like a whirlwind<br />
Temptuous <br />
And as i sit windless, alone<br />
I miss the feel of the gales bloodily<br />
Tearing away cruelessly at my skin<br />
<br />
It was like in eight months<br />
I forgot all about those ten years <br />
Solitary and Alone<br />
But now they're here again<br />
Like sandpaper filled seashells stepped on<br />
By bloody, windblown skin<br />
<br />
Never once did she rub my back<br />
The money i made was hers<br />
She even left me on my birthday<br />
Never mine but always her hurt<br />
My concern <br />
<br />
Total focus <br />
Now I'm left with nothing except all I'd given up<br />
You can't imagine it<br />
The way her brown eyes conveyed mystery<br />
<br />
Asian eyes on latina ass cheeks<br />
Her toes and fingers those of Mayan princess<br />
Hair cascaded down shoulders of an Aztec queen<br />
Her walk the most preciously obscene<br />
Jeans, black eye liner and nail polish <br />
<br />
Beyond angelic speaking her new language <br />
Driving her stickshift Tiida in anger<br />
Walking through the door after work in tears<br />
Up and down in constant emotion<br />
<br />
I was crushed and beaten with her feelings<br />
It was always too much and never enough<br />
It was she's needy and I've nothing left<br />
Wishing someone can handle her<br />
<br />
Wanting to kill anyone who touches her<br />
Touched her so much that now I'm dead<br />
She's gone now a country away<br />
And now I'm here again with my feet on the ground<br />
<br />
And i don't like it i want it to stop<br />
Just end please this feeling<br />
Read meaning in these bloody footsteps<br />
Of a man who flew because of a woman<br />
For so long he forgot how to walk<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-61450255302809444312015-08-25T21:18:00.001-07:002015-08-25T21:18:24.712-07:00 *Shitty Fingers* 08/25/2015<br />
<br />
Weight lifting and watering the lawn<br />
Not working to enrich the man anymore<br />
Set on using my wiles to gather others waste<br />
Enough of everything floating around to subsist <br />
<br />
Preparing for the worst by relaxing<br />
Letting it happen while muscle builds<br />
Bilking the government for pantry paycheck<br />
Going to use my prison mental upset to get<br />
<br />
Manipulate the system until system implodes<br />
Until the land earthquakes into sea<br />
Or falling rock rockets cometesque earthward<br />
Collapsing the tunnelworks hidden like Mormon swearword<br />
<br />
Not gonna do it anymore<br />
Playing along with your consumption<br />
The playacting of wanting blasted upon brainstems<br />
With trivial knowledges driveled unto deathishness<br />
<br />
Made up histories and make believe futures<br />
So out of reach and out of touch<br />
Beyond retching and explatory motherfucks<br />
Like shitting the only truth we've left<br />
<br />
On the comode with the one remaining truth<br />
What goes in must go out<br />
And what empires rise<br />
Must be wiped from the face of the world<br />
<br />
Skidmarked like cheap gravestones <br />
Trailing like skelatons behind amerikkan flags<br />
Flushed away like lower class families dads<br />
Imprisoned in noncorrectional sewers<br />
<br />
Making it another day in order to flush it<br />
That's it<br />
That's all I've got<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-40084954855566767602015-08-14T22:30:00.001-07:002015-08-14T22:30:09.377-07:00 *A Step Up* 08/14/2015<br />
<br />
Occupational safety hazard<br />
That is<br />
Your life's killing you<br />
Just waiting patiently for the grave<br />
Silently wishing you outlive the others<br />
<br />
A non contract signed with life<br />
That so much effort must be set forth<br />
For so much rest inbetween<br />
Tit for Tat<br />
Deathbedded amazed wondering <br />
I did this for that<br />
<br />
You know when you see unchanged<br />
It changes you<br />
Maybe thats why the unchanging never change<br />
They can't see you<br />
<br />
Why is it that death makes us live<br />
That a funeral makes us feel better<br />
Why do we wish graves<br />
Upon those the closest to us<br />
But pray long lives on strange celebrities <br />
<br />
When non buisness becomes felonious<br />
And non cooperation becomes terrorist<br />
The act of not paying idolaterous<br />
The establishment ravishing you into the perfect consumerist <br />
<br />
Immersed in bullshit a constant<br />
Damning yourself for playing along <br />
Can't them sorry motherfuckers just get it over with<br />
Die already you bastards <br />
<br />
My future family seeks your soiled place mats<br />
Lives full of future and meaning <br />
Verses your smelly alcohol breaths<br />
Full of pain and confusion<br />
<br />
Let those who seek less consuming <br />
Replace the consumed<br />
Its the right of the evolved beings<br />
The shoulders of the weak non doing <br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-60353627216156054142015-08-12T22:34:00.001-07:002015-08-12T22:34:38.106-07:00*Absence of Needing* 08/12/2015<br />
<br />
So you think you can dance<br />
Motherfucker<br />
With the Demons enchanting<br />
Solo thoughts in solitary cells<br />
<br />
So you think this existence<br />
Has meaning <br />
Like clean shirts and shiny cars<br />
Or is it all just made up<br />
Make believe until we leave<br />
Must to Dust<br />
<br />
So she's the one<br />
And he's finally come<br />
And your new toys are perfect<br />
Fit to fit just like it was meant<br />
Sleeping good wrapped up in consumerist delusions<br />
<br />
I say so you think you can die<br />
This minute without regret<br />
So you think you can live<br />
Without regretting moments<br />
<br />
To leave it all<br />
On the doorstep of the banks<br />
Take yourself to the woods<br />
Rot your teeth as you feed your being<br />
<br />
Being nothing<br />
Planning nothing <br />
Getting up<br />
Chopping firewood<br />
Chewing jerky <br />
Falling asleep<br />
<br />
Total disconnect from oil roads<br />
The daily here to there<br />
The worry of your smell<br />
Or shinyness or dullness of hair<br />
<br />
Giving up you might say<br />
But its not<br />
Its... <br />
Like... <br />
Just finally<br />
<br />
Evolving up<br />
To the trees and the dirt<br />
To being a being<br />
Without needing<br />
That which isn't worth needing<br />
<br />
Its... <br />
Finally...<br />
<br />
BREATHING<br />
<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-21602154305404804572015-07-31T21:52:00.001-07:002015-07-31T21:52:15.781-07:00*Pretend* 07/31/2015<br />
<br />
Temporary insanity pleaded<br />
As you lie kneeding<br />
Illusions of granduer<br />
Of the utmost and lowest<br />
<br />
Its happened many times before<br />
This fucking hostage situation<br />
This drainage of your being<br />
Because of total focus on another<br />
<br />
What do you do when your whole life<br />
Feels orchestrated from the get<br />
Like the paths you walk and decisions you make <br />
Decided upon. Traps set. Some mathamatic kismet<br />
<br />
Fucking shit<br />
Sitting here after so much<br />
My fucking struggle with everything <br />
Plain as day its got me shook up<br />
<br />
The givings up<br />
The gotta gets<br />
The need to this<br />
The have to that<br />
<br />
Fuck you<br />
And everything<br />
<br />
The overdraft credit cards<br />
The gas tanks constant thirst<br />
Bills and ultimatums<br />
<br />
Urges urged upon<br />
The dirt we tread forgotten<br />
For the minutes of pop songs<br />
Scratched on ears <br />
<br />
I've been here before<br />
Just yesterday we played this<br />
Hiding and seeking meaning<br />
<br />
I'll do this again<br />
With the wind as my foe<br />
And the sun as my friend<br />
<br />
Peeking blinds<br />
Bleeding inside<br />
The only difference I'm sober this time<br />
<br />
Dulled<br />
By mountains surmounted<br />
<br />
Darkened by the hopelessness surrounding<br />
The eye smiles I've passed on countlessly<br />
Infected by your sadness <br />
<br />
Felled by your sickness of fear<br />
In the coward populace<br />
Of the mainstreams<br />
<br />
Prying eyes<br />
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053962545960261898.post-43414676720341320892015-07-26T13:30:00.001-07:002015-07-26T13:30:34.245-07:00*My Curse* 07/26/2015<br />
<br />
Free to believe <br />
That you and me<br />
Can see <br />
The edge of eternity<br />
<br />
Free enough to live pantless <br />
In a shack<br />
Between two rivers<br />
Underneath the trees<br />
<br />
You should of seen my face<br />
That day a year ago<br />
When my parole officer uttered<br />
One more year parole<br />
<br />
One more working<br />
More exemplary conduct<br />
Or else<br />
Was almost felled <br />
<br />
True. True heartfelt <br />
<br />
Been treed by this system so long<br />
Grown tail<br />
Learned the fine art of slow motion<br />
Hanging silently <br />
Alone<br />
<br />
I did it<br />
You dirty motherfuckers <br />
I beat you<br />
For the sake of them too<br />
Had nothing to do with me or you<br />
<br />
The times you told them never<br />
The moments you snickered at their genius<br />
For your momentary boredom relief<br />
<br />
Saying never enough to clever<br />
Creates symptoms of forever<br />
Animosity aimed <br />
<br />
And animosity aimed at the unclever<br />
Fells trees on your boredom<br />
Drowns you in your two rivers<br />
<br />
The same landscape i retreat to in victory<br />
Will be your apology<br />
Unaccepted yet taken<br />
<br />
So hang silently reversed<br />
Oppressor scum<br />
Your worst is yet to comeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com