Villainous Poetry...: July 2013

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Poetry & Podcasts July 31

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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...

Dearest Death

Unrecognizable,

Yesterday unto today,

At war with the worgs inside,Devil wolves venomous thoughts that steal today from tomorrow,Trapped in doubt,A phoenix reborn of fiery worry!

I believe in angels,Their redemption from the dark realms of hell,Without wings they search for souls to aid,The human / angel condition.

Sold my voice on the side walk,Choking on unholy words,I the wretch love the citizens but hate this world,Tired of the society that burdens.

Twilight carnival diaries of last night's attempt to change the world,A human condition circus raining on my poetic parade,No equality today

After the burial attempt of a single charred wing angel,Rise of the phoenix long foretold,Signs foreseen in the distance,Ignored for comfort

Dreams demand a parting with star dust,Carpe Diem wishes for subject matter to contain naught but comfortable intoxicated lust,Stand or fall

#Rapeculture fiend of penetrating apparitions,Intoxication fed the blame of said avarice over a woman now dry heaving a cock down her throat

Inner assault & battery,Drastic intentions seeking change,Overhaul of the world,Unequal must become,One poet's wish at a spoken word time...

Eroticism of a war veteran,#Rape the corporal,A victimless crime if she claims,Woman in service to blame,#incest doing battle in their minds

#middlefinger to the world,Sobriety's constant battle conquers my heart in a tap out to write endless verbiage on behalf of conviction.

Emulator without plastic intentions,Drive the discs forgo the machine,Cybernetics achievement of Alternative Intelligence,Walk side by side!

Emperor of #innocence throne,Youth stolen by black outs,Reliving memories of a various format intoxication denial,Seeking finality in loss!

Berserk time mongrel,Hilarious eruption at times,Darkness hides your vaginal crimes,#rape penetrate suffocation from behind as they lay dy'n

Ancient poetic echoes of a storm left dormant too long inside,Awaken the flames of will or sedate the soul,No choice for those who dream!

Down the thighs of a bird at dusk,Eyes heat seek a moment of recluse to pillage her in most being,Drunken dialogue with day dreams in a pub!

Runaway useless jury,Catering to the crows,Murder of a crowd at twilight,Stoning a witch blamed for #rape,Stare through a hollow sunrise...!

Subliminal sunlight,Unlock the mind for hope's sake,Distil the black clouds inside the head,Internal #domesticviolence evil dispute must end

Vapid human wasteland apparel detached habit,Hand in Maiden's clinched street walking fist,Appalling topless supermodel on her lover's chest

Rogue moment in time,When I felt love...Aftermath of understanding the sentence of sound mind,Who I am,Acceptance was naught but a dream...!

No one to bare witness,Everything left behind of who I was,Misunderstood by means of the poetic dark,Lost hope of beautiful moments of love!

Digital syllables can't alter time,Faded by passage through a white tunnel of time left the world devoid of words,Died with a hollow mind.

Silence adorns a lowly shallow decaying hand of a thousand mile scattered in a shadow forest soil frozen over with rime corpse,Once mine...

In earnest anticipation of,

VoT

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Meow,

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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...

Dearest Death

Comparative nature of souls,A worrisome internal narrative that leads to reckless words,Prejudice foundation is comparison of one to another

Someday I shall day,Surely my family will say I wasted my life writing these ill begotten words,Rather than seeking friends or finding love

Caption of inner turmoil lived outside,#Syria unto #Turkey Tear filled round up of citizens,A slave I call myself free,Unto a system of debt

Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...Dearest Death, Wrap your single wing left of centre over me as I...

Some people have dreams&gifts parents can be proud of,Both of mine are pock marks of my single white stain on this ageing black sheep,I die!

#Peace sits astride a lie,Freedom a witness to apathy,The world over is denied equality for the sake of perpetuating debt for greed's sake.

Malefaction of a disgusting nature, Innocent child's womb stolen by blood after she tested positive for a beating,#Fetus lost to #Violence !

Illogical principles thrown down the stairs,Out a window the daughter flees,Victim of a #Sexualcrime in dry darkness under invisible sheets!

Nothing to hide the intoxicating shame that lies inside after the perpetrator of #rape has finished his breach,A submissive storm rages on!

#Masturbate to degrading subject matter,Real life didn't bend over until the #beating began,Illbegotten will of destruction,Invisible murder

Breach of life,Signs of illegitimate #sexuality,#Gay mandated out of me,I was born the opposite way,Never accepted,Life is oft too tragic...

I wish my epitaph read,'I was born this way & accepted,' Sadly the #homosexuality was preyed for comfort out of me,A trap perception of love

Clear your mind,Fade the glacier of illegitimate logic out,Try to remember the peace of fairness,Foundation for equality,Signs of peace,Lost

We're undone,Staggering in a weary long overdue endless eclipse,Dark swallowed sanity's plea for inner peace while sitting silently at night

Share what it is I am with the world,Knowing the thoughts of my insane streaming of endless conscious poetry will advice love against me...

Men have died for less,The achievement of love, Echo upon my lips can't describe the blossom inside, Shadow the sun & I should still smile

Familiar constellation of a smile,Like waking beside hope,Cuddling hand in hand with an unforeseen everafter dream,Edge of hope is this love

Tragic lonely life sign apparel,Stranger offshore treading water in a sea of battered hope,Distance leapt of faith by a lean in,Kiss of lips

Beautiful amidst battered dreams,Chivalrous notice left on your heart,Kind words asking 'please heal me, I'm already complete,' I found you!

Scenario of hopeless desperation,What to do next,Closed my lidless inner eye&turned off the imagination,Living in the moment I met her skin

I looked into my dreams & saw today,It's 1:17 AM & I'm still up writing the hope inspired version of my heart in text upon invisible pages.

God damn my intentions,Inadvertent subconscious depths of selfishness,Where does it sprout from,Nature's grasp or Nurture's broken heart...

Stand with me,Hope is on it's way,Eventually time explains all lose in the last breathe,An epic realisation that a reason ignored did exist!

In earnest anticipation of,
VoT

Out to Afterlife

Come now my child

Chromosome denial of life

Early mourning memories

Your heart silenced by

A choice & flames

Coalesce the child out

Defenceless to poison

Flush 'it' to try again

Come now my child

I know you have died

Tell me of your birth rape

Suffocation throat tube

Pain asphyxiation bliss

Met me in the afterlife

Coalesce the child out

Defenceless to poison

Flush 'it' to try again

Come now out my child

Murder amidst a pendulum swing

Birthed kicking & screaming for life

Lessons never learned & history repeats

Double X again, toss her to the flame

Monday, July 29, 2013

The Mending of Self: Courage to Believe...

In earnest anticipation of,

No one ever believed in me, but look at what I've been able to do despite the silence amidst my art, which was and is healing. Over a thousand lyric style poems, hundreds of poetically infused prose paragraphs of fluid imaginary empathetic flow, hundreds of Spoken Word Podcasts.

Still there is silence, not a single person in my family reads nor listens to anything I create, yet I don't even pretend to glimpse the past for a moment any other way. That my parents should have empowered me long ago, at any point at all, that I should have been discovered for my endeavours by now...? No, I simply am and exist.

If people ask me what it is I do, I should answer 'I am a digital busker, a poet of sorts.' But really I am a blue collar, sub proletariat nearly broke artist. Not broke because I don't work, no, I have a full time 40 hour a week job that pays the bills and I'm able to save a bit here or sometimes there. I cycle to work, which adds another hour on each end of my shift as I have a free wheel single speed.

I also have a other duties to attend to in life, one of them is chivalry, as an adapting hero in the mirror on behalf of one I love. If not engaged in those stat priorities or the few hours of sleep I manage to rummage about in dreams at night, I am writing and creating to heal the heart of the world, to give hope to others via the identity with that which I have made.

Everything I own is second hand, charity shop or thrift, not normally vintage. I like my simple life and the view of the mirror now. For once the mental illness of Anorexia and other Eating Disorders were deep within me, holding me captive to sorrow and much woe. I was also the victim of childhood sexual abuse, though not from those I love, my family. At least that is what you would classify it as now, uncool to say the least.

I've had to rebuild my body twice from accidents and my soul once from a near death from depression long lasting incident on behalf of an illogical concept of love which lead to a broken heart on my wrist, below the sleeve where it waited to show itself to bleed for the world again, or just for one...

However it is that I am able, I am. So I shall continue on this journey of mending hope's inspiration, for it has only just begun.

Juton

VoT

Spoken Word Podcasts July 29th

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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits... Poetry

Dearest Death

Comparative nature of souls,A worrisome internal narrative that leads to reckless words,Prejudice foundation is comparison of one to another

Someday I shall day,Surely my family will say I wasted my life writing these ill begotten words,Rather than seeking friends or finding love

Caption of inner turmoil lived outside,#Syria unto #Turkey Tear filled round up of citizens,A slave I call myself free,Unto a system of debt

Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...Dearest Death, Wrap your single wing left of centre over me as I...

Some people have dreams&gifts parents can be proud of,Both of mine are pock marks of my single white stain on this ageing black sheep,I die!

#Peace sits astride a lie,Freedom a witness to apathy,The world over is denied equality for the sake of perpetuating debt for greed's sake.

Malefaction of a disgusting nature, Innocent child's womb stolen by blood after she tested positive for a beating,#Fetus lost to #Violence !

Illogical principles thrown down the stairs,Out a window the daughter flees,Victim of a #Sexualcrime in dry darkness under invisible sheets!

Nothing to hide the intoxicating shame that lies inside after the perpetrator of #rape has finished his breach,A submissive storm rages on!

#Masturbate to degrading subject matter,Real life didn't bend over until the #beating began,Illbegotten will of destruction,Invisible murder

Breach of life,Signs of illegitimate #sexuality,#Gay mandated out of me,I was born the opposite way,Never accepted,Life is oft too tragic...

I wish my epitaph read,'I was born this way & accepted,' Sadly the #homosexuality was preyed for comfort out of me,A trap perception of love

Clear your mind,Fade the glacier of illegitimate logic out,Try to remember the peace of fairness,Foundation for equality,Signs of peace,Lost

We're undone,Staggering in a weary long overdue endless eclipse,Dark swallowed sanity's plea for inner peace while sitting silently at night

Share what it is I am with the world,Knowing the thoughts of my insane streaming of endless conscious poetry will advice love against me...

Men have died for less,The achievement of love, Echo upon my lips can't describe the blossom inside, Shadow the sun & I should still smile

Familiar constellation of a smile,Like waking beside hope,Cuddling hand in hand with an unforeseen everafter dream,Edge of hope is this love

Tragic lonely life sign apparel,Stranger offshore treading water in a sea of battered hope,Distance leapt of faith by a lean in,Kiss of lips

Beautiful amidst battered dreams,Chivalrous notice left on your heart,Kind words asking 'please heal me, I'm already complete,' I found you!

Scenario of hopeless desperation,What to do next,Closed my lidless inner eye&turned off the imagination,Living in the moment I met her skin

I looked into my dreams & saw today,It's 1:17 AM & I'm still up writing the hope inspired version of my heart in text upon invisible pages.

God damn my intentions,Inadvertent subconscious depths of selfishness,Where does it sprout from,Nature's grasp or Nurture's broken heart...

Stand with me,Hope is on it's way,Eventually time explains all lose in the last breathe,An epic realisation that a reason ignored did exist!

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In earnest anticipation of,

VoT

World's Over Journal VI Redwood

I know it’s been a few days, lots to catch up on, though as I write this... I don't know if I have the heart to tell you of the past few days. Charles managed to engage the fusion core, we were both so thankful to have more light than the unstable emergency ones. We got the external cameras online and were able to take in our surroundings.

Our tomb was in the centre of a forest of the most majestic trees either of us had ever seen. We stared in awe at the two monitors as they panned back and forth over the forest floor. The Bahamut was propped up against a most unnaturally large tree, gigantic Sequoia, larger than any we had ever laid eyes on. Charles decided that the moment needed some tension defusing.

'It would seem that a trek into the wild wouldn’t be such a wise move since we know next to nothing biology of the flora and fauna of the region,' Charles had said, in an attempt to defuse tension. He quickly noticed that it did not work, he promptly leaned in for a kiss, I turned to him and he got one. I had been mesmerised by fear of the unknown. Lucky for me, my husband knows me well, even if his humour never evolved, his mind stuck in the stone ages of dreary scientific logic.

Later that day Charles ran some tests and discovered that there was enough power left in the fusion core to use the secondary laser three or four times, depending on length of use per shot. After that there would be enough to charge the laser saw twice before all being completely drained.

After that I managed to find some food while rummaging through the compartments which had been power locked. My day was made and I sat back happy with my hands tearing at protein bars and a special cranberry juice, which was still quite tasty. Seeing that I was content Charles kept up his work in front of the computer screen. Later on he advised me that he was devising a plan to make a tree house. But that it would take meticulous planning before he could implement it.

The plan was to cut down the tree which Bahamut rested against and make our home in the hollowed out stump with the laser saw. Charles decided to stop the tree from disturbing the forest floor next to the tree by using the cable launcher to pull it over so that on its trajectory down it would hit the mightiest branch of the neighbouring tree, but that the cables would be fired then, pulling it over the branch so that it acted as a leaver. The tree would then be slide off the far end of the branch and down a slope, sliding away from the our would be home.

The next day the forest would wake to a calamity, a blizzard of wood chips, branches, leaves and earth. A might thwomp that shook the forest's floor as it slid down the slope towards a ravine. Then we would leave our tomb forever...

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
With Charles

The Power of Voice, A Sibling...

My broken vocal chords of empathy's imagination

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In earnest anticipation of,
VoT

Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Power of Voice

A Spoken Word

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Spoken Word July 28th

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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...

Dearest Death

Cobwebs on compassion, danger zone of the heart, under tow of society, dredge beast of thought crime, come into us renew our crime, single digit raised fist to accommodate change, we hate sedated pacifists.

Cobwebs on compassion,Danger zone of the heart,Under tow of society,Dredge beast of thought crime,Come into us renew our crime,Flesh & greed

Rage single digit raised fist,Monetary aftermath generation of crash,Too highly lit on fumes of a dying greed plot existence,Never denied...

Stolen library book told the time of fair keep play of the mind against nature's morality vs Nurture's gradually imposed safe of selfishness

Feet to the fear of music's beating on the little drummer everlastingly dreaming inside,Dance in the sweet feeling of the moment's vision...

Spineless clubbing of children as thorns into my eyes,Self inflicted in the twilight years of human hope,After my prize faded from my side.

Ghosts of memories haunt the seeds of day dreams symmetrics of discussion within,I'm divided by crowds of shadow,No silent nights for heroes

Reassembly configuration attempt left something unrecognised from the schematics within the silent scaffolding where no one walks but ghosts

Nowhere but now,Handshake the knife blade to severe the lifeline of past's reflection,Only the mirror of this moment exists,Nothing else...!

discarded

I couldn't come up with anything else, and I am inadvertently intense due to equality as a conviction and the chivalry gained in my youth that I never, no halo... But.

There is a hole in the earth and poetically I'm trying to fill it.

My mother used to say I know you better than yourself, she still believes that to this day, even if she can't fathom why her eldest would wear a dress, paint his nails and put manhood to the test.

Parents always say that we're accepted,

They always said I was accepted, as long as I wasn't gay, no teen should witness love this way, that love has permission to act this way,

Pick a point in the universe,I dare not render tomorrow with doubts that fill today,Yesterday is a comet naught to catch,Live in the present

May patience be short of breath against the night trade where dreams are sold off for comforts buzz rebirth,Will our potential die this time

Despite an ever present risk of repulsion,I write,Nodding at the mirror's overture of silence,Decompress the sombre atmosphere for absolutes

Ring of a storm-scape,Land alive with ember fire,Dying in an emotion apocalypse,Seismic activity pinned down the breaking point of the heart

If you ever

If you've ever been in love, you'll understand what I'm about to say, if you haven't them take notes for I shall never again be able to configure this constellation of words this way again.

Solitude after inspiration Is worth the heartache,Every ounce of effort blood droplet of sweat & hopeful tears shed,She is worth it:Absolute

If I ever...Raised a hand even to the stars that back lit her shadow,I'd have to end myself,Suicide just cause right of the domestic abuser!

Her favourite moment was reopening my hear and like A secret Santa she was presented with a gift I didn't even know still existed, love... She is worth it.

Because of love I'd never look and certainly never touch, I've got an angel at home sitting on the throne of my year, she is worth it.

Never have to explain the trauma of bruises as an epic fall down the stairs instead of the abusive truth leads the headline of police truth

I have witnessed a myriad of satellite lonesome astronaut men fall to ash when beauty's love masquerade falters into truth from both sides.

Star gazing for my dancing satellite,Seven lions rendered the tree of life inept when the sky fall began,Twilight shadows angelic tears.

Follow the world,If it meant an opportunity to inspire but a meagre moment in another person's state in this human condition life sentence!

Fear,Life's ultimate weapon,Stepping out against selfish seconds of a manifest destiny taken on by Carpe Diem's greedy throttling of dreams!

All I ever wanted, A shot at the centre of your heart with an arrow labelled 'my whole life for this moment,'Survived the impact of abandon

In earnest anticipation of,

VoT

Saturday, July 27, 2013

World's Over Journal V Day's Light

When first we took in the sight of our surroundings it was dawn, the light was streaming through a dense forest of the largest and most wondrous Redwoods I’ve ever seen.

‘Sequoia darling,’ Charles corrected me as I gasped ‘Red…wood,’ slowly taking in the immense sight beside us. It was nearly a seventy feet round, its bark was thicker than Charles’ arm and so red it seemed as though the blood of all the warriors who died in the last war had stained it so. The tree was nearly the height of a towering sky scraper and at its top were boughs of dark green, beautiful. All around us in every direction, save east, for as far as we could see, the canopy of Giant Sequoia trees surrounded us. Immediately our eyes were drawn to the dense undergrowth of beautiful purple flowers, much like a giant Orchid. There were many other unique flowers nearby, though we did not linger long in them for our eyes were drawn to a second species of tree that grew close together underneath the Redwood, they were Arbutus trees. They had formed a second canopy below the Sequoia's, the trees had managed to create a twisting labyrinth as the branches that formed their boughs grew together. It was an amazing sight to behold.

Our little hollow, was but a glad in the majestic forest which was to be our home the Bahamut resting silently against it, our comrades hibernating inside. Beyond the tree, to the East, was an open field of tall grass before the slope. The rock was dark red though here and there were large blots of gray stone. Flowing steadily nearly a few thousand feet below us was a river of deep blue.

Next Charles mapped out a floor plan for our home, powered the laser saw and went into the tree about fifteen feet from the ground, he promised to build me a grand staircase. It took him a few days, but he managed to hollow out two floors for us to live in with a fantastic, broad and deep step staircase, I was very impressed. After that, the fusion core flicked out and all was silent inside Bahamut once again. We left a note in the hand of each of the comrades, though we posted one to the casing which held three of them captive inside the gunnery core of the right arm. We left the Bahamut’s large rear hatch open, for the angle it sat on no weather could get inside, though at night we closed it for fear of… Whatever might be out there, in our massive new world.

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
With Charles

July 27th Poetry & Podcasts

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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...

Dearest Death

Premature emotions born as an early rose unto an unidentified discarded curb dumpster child,Sick as the ghost who discovered the sight!

Lethargy instilled by the time we came to terms,Learning to live with the socially accepted trap of conventional greed called debt,So sudden

Broke every little porcelain thing resembling love in my life,Warning signs to anyone who draws near:Step back from this coward in flames...

Lost my name to the lonely silence of light's breaking point,Appendix scar opening of the wound of love beyond the fingerprints of the heart

Memory picture,My nemesis,Discarded genesis of my vocabulary plague,Disregard my epidemic of hope I prescribed via pain from my lonely life

Fail safe tab of pdf file except from deletion,Folder of salvation from the forgotten realms of destiny's dream instilled in mankind's time!

Discarded vile specimen deserving of suicide without redemption or forever change is a man who raises a hand to his eternal choice partner.

Strive for meagre life of loathing in the aftermath of a piano's ivory tale of loss great captive via gun shot ending teeth played as keys!

A thousand silent eternal harlots watch over the storm by night, One winged angels embracing to support one another on their redemption.

Killing time off the shadow of change,What kind of most men won't take a stand for the signs of the fate algorithm to suffer themselves...to

In earnest anticipation of,

Woof!

Friday, July 26, 2013

World's Over Journal IV Just a Dream?

It wasn’t a dream;

Lights, brilliant blue illuminated the silent steel husk of Bahamut. Whether by some tampering of Charles earlier that day or the lifting of some magic from our tomb, the fusion power core had become active. All around us the silence manifested itself, once our minds rested in the darkness and flickering of blue, now that we could see everyone around it, an eerie feeling much like death was upon us.

We began looking around only to find all the others situated in a state of hibernation or death without decay. Edgar, Motron and Boren a heap of crumpled armour sealed behind the protective shield that now held them captive inside the cannon core.

Maggie along with her husband Leinis were both huddled together against ammunition crates near the bunks to the right of the command console; Croglin with his wife Celise were cuddled up tightly together in the bunk just behind them. Ceska, the wife of Motron, had Priscilla, the only child on board, wrapped tightly in hear arms on the floor just behind the center bulkhead along the right shell wall behind the others. Ruldo sat motionless his head bowed with both hands upon his lap in the command console. The solitude of silence steals heartbeats from my chest.

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
With Charles

Ps. That is all my heart could bear to write.

Tweets + Verse 26th

Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...

Dearest Death

Linking moments agenda,I'm from nowhere but this moment,The past doesn't exist & the future will never be,Ask me who I am & here I shall be.

Consulting memory to construct a shell of who I am,Establish a timeline to present, A system to trap the question from this very moment...

Girl I once knew inside my head,Hung by a 'no homo' church culture or gimped rap prodigies,Attempting to circuit break resurrect her...Fate.

God damn I wish my eulogy read,Born this way & accepted,But gay isn't a closet to be had,Kept tidy & silent in an atmosphere of bigotry...

Signed off on destiny,Gone afk to fate,Be my only friend today,Stuck in a moment with me,As the world's future grows silent to the present.

Six billion seven hundred & ninety nine percent couldn't care less if I wrote a single word,Yet the signs transcribed a future of fire...

I deserve the attention of none,Save death...

When the cauterized bullet holes of land mines protest the pacifist heroes on foreign soul,The echo of delight will clutter our ear drums...

The Poetry Malfunction

Contaminated wealth,Every coin renders

No one can be taught the meaning of life,Love is a beautiful balance that never stops growing if you discover it,To live without is darkness

Living in pretend,Shadows of my intoxicated eyes,Sore from appeasing a whole earth perception of equality,It's okay though,I'm removing it

You admit that I didn't make sense,Broken conjunction of verbage given up from the lowest tier of my soul,Intense & inaudible the words flow

Yesterday's memory,Somebody I used to be,Knowing that I was broken inside,Today I'm someone else,A pilot episode for tomorrow,Hope you stay.

Poetic malfunction on a strange melancholy day,Structure of dancing broken rhythm in my mind,Love is endless & I just can't comprehend...

Contain the madness of value,Realize that insanity is a medicine of beneficial,A small dose crisis benefit for the crucifix of normal life.

Complex interjection unabated aid,Light from a pyre left far behind,Renewal of a blinding eruption,Moon's flames intoxicated a storm inside.

You are not human but a projection of a label raged against

Generations fought to rid society of what you perpetuate

A remotely accessed transmitter for lustry pleasures

No sensory organs remain for love

Only consciousness for perception

Publicly shared greed apathy mode

Death to the greatest reason to live

Those worth a damn... Care

Blue collar operator doles out words correctly

Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy

Share the stability of a single digit fist disrespectful cliche

Worked so hard for equality now to prey against it

First world citizens of comfort merely surviving

Sedated on the evil beauty of material wealth

Give no quarter to habitual disrespect

Those who dish it out like its a fashion

Statement that needs to coming back into style

Cause ripples effect demand mutual recognition

So the hatred inside behind a false smile can die

Those who cannot adorn your greed are toss aside

All the while unaware of their commitment to a just crime

Sleep tonight amidst echoes of an inner voice

Chiming the world's denial of the unnatural

Surely your vapid avidity must hang

Under a cobweb noose of shadow

Accepted the dreamstate demands

Habitat for the human condition

Won't allow avarise to spread

Accept & seek an alternative

To this unhappy ending

M.L.K spilled his words like a million men into the streets

While you milk the stereotype for its minority report overrides

Rule breaking with verbage that would make generations long past cry

They did not slave in a new world blood sucked until the last drop

Just so you could profane an immoral image a half immortal stereotype

Find yourself living proof that a true price had to be paid for equality

Stereo poet operator doles out words correctly

Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy

Perpetuate daily the disrespectful cliche

Once upon a working class day spent toiling

For equality now to prey against it

Like the first world do to live

In greed without rain

Lethargic of heart

To all virtue

...Love

Long ago,In realms of mourning,Just before the dawn,There exist

Beautiful matter,Conscience at work,Special heroic code of conduct,Moraless values subject to display in a stable greed society,I'm appalled

F*ck you stranger,Weight at a distance around my neck from your clause,Witness stand to your rape I plead guilty to silence then,But not now

Tragic distance of the vulture,Carnivore stuck in a conscience war,

This hell,Doesn't feel right,Appropriate for those driven far away from virtue by avarice,Greed's ready accomplice to carpe diem moments!

Whatever becomes of tomorrow,Echo the moral storm inside within every moment alive,Virtue for love's sake uncompromised,Nothing is better.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Spoken Word Podcasts July 23rd

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In earnest anticipation of,
Woof!

Tweets & Spokenword Podcasts

Conscience is now but a chill to the spine,Comfortable tolerance is a hybrid theory of apathy & disregard rampant in the blood stream of society this very night!

Wings of darkness blot out the skies,Host of angels lost in shadow,Destination treason from the triple seated wooden throne of eternal life,Rue that fateful day

Archer of the apocalypse several paces before my closed eyes,Volley of arrows let hell go,Fools believe under comfort's candles they'll be alright,A sad plight

Cut myself on edgeless paper,Whim of the fragile flesh to bleed,Tinity of memorized wounds opened up again,Double wrist & shins iron spike tapped for blood!

Crown of the apocalypse,Vermilion brow of thorns appeasing the beast,Long forgotten goverment issued certificate of birth,Mark of ownership:666

I'm in love with the imperfect image,For the first time in my life the mirror seems to reflect what is right,A moral son of a beautiful wife to a hero,He is me

Austerity birth right to life,Existence package handed down under arches of the political court of demons guised as jesters who fire endless arrows of fears!

Is this poetic quest pointless,Spouting off trophy words merely for crows,Carrion worms devour without a courtesy warning,Corpse of truth forgotten in decay

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World's Over Journal III Breathing Awake

Early this morning our tomb’s silent darkness was broken; I call it morning, but honestly I had no idea what time of day it is. The flickering of fusion energy within the tubes, which we usually slept through by now, stabilized into bright blue beams of light all around us. The floors, walls and ceiling lit the entirety of our once corpse like shell.

Though much of our little world seemed more alive than we had ever known it, no one else reanimated. It was eerie, as for the first time we took in with our eyes the full weight of our tomb. Those sleeping remained in their slumber, heads bowed with clumps of matted hair hanging over their grimy emotionless faces, uncaring at the change in life around them. Silent guardians in their combat armour sat or lay about us where they had fallen. Some in their battle stations or huddled against one another beside an ammo crate or cuddled together on a bunk arm over arm. They weren’t even breathing, all at once this fact, which we had been oblivious to until now, hit the both of us hard, how didn’t we notice this before?

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
With Charles

Tweets 25th

Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...

Dearest Death

Load up all gods, an event funeral pyre I missed to smoke a last cigarette,

Flames of the unknown haunt my desires,A description of love's dual body intertwining,Loneliness echoes the storm inside,Price of a voice.

Strangely dim notion flow,Always thinking of an end amidst time,Carnivore of mine,Swallowing destiny,Killing the star inside,I would flee...

Cloud generator of an every day rain up to ninety percent participation of falling tears of angels forecast for #Glasgow,Home of hope.

Time,Unusually funny weapon of time,Pushing dreams further away from arriving today,Echoing the tone of our sold off moments of this life...

Son of the centre,Creat'n on behalf of history's youth,Terrorists of a former mentor,The mad hatter of greed,Within their own selfish hearts

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

World's Over Journal II Time & Place

So Charles and I had been attempting to work out where we were headed. Mostly we rambled back and forth in the silence until our voices were harsh or we one of us fell asleep, head upon the other’s shoulder. One night after a few hours of what could only be described as banter Charles blanked out, I looked at him and he was as white as a sheet with his jaw hanging wide open like a cod fish, and his eyes we lamp in the darkness. He stirred suddenly saying “Antioch, we’re supposed to meet the mobile fleet there. But we won’t make it, resistance at Three Rivers, tell command.

So he believes we are now just south of a place called Three Rivers along something called the I-Five, and that we were on our way to a place called Antioch. Before being hit, or falling asleep whichever came first, we were on our way to join the massive mobile core for a flanking assault upon our enemy’s rear guard. Along with Bahumat there were three other Ghost XI model mobile tanks, six single man and dual operator Crab II model quadruped tanks. A total of thirty seven well trained soldiers and seven stole away civilian family members in the Bahumat.

Supplies of water are getting short, the silence haunts our dreams, soon we will have to move the others to see if there are any liquid rations in the crates they are slumped up against. I hope Charles can get the power core back online, every day he spends countless hours in the darkness underneath the commanders console where the fusion reactor resides.

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
With Charles

Tweets 24th