Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Masculinity Project

Masculinity Project

Derelict Facilities
Of Nature Accomplish
Our  Covert Rape Culture's 
 Aggressive Masculinity Project
A Grotesque Hive Blind Mind
Inner Sexual Deviant Eye
Tone Socially Deaf
Accepted...



In earnest anticipation of,
Further Sadness

The Little Things XX I

Visibly discriminating,

     Predatory tone covertly deaf masculine aggressive body flirtatiously kink violent language pass, Attempt to subdue a one throbbing night's cocoon torn open, no bed dark side manners, on the conscience' stand.

In earnest anticipation of,


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Napalm Bloom

Napalm Bloom

Only swelling time buds will tell
As the napalm glue flushes open 
The epidermis cocoon



In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things XX

Intolerant masculinity project,

      Building sexually aggressive hostility within mobile inhumane socially engineered male husks, Teething daughters to fear!

In earnest anticipation of,

Monday, April 28, 2014

Daily Poetic Podcast: Acting...

Acting the Rapist

Attempting to overthrow
A open rape one night production crew
Where the actor is part of someone
Who wants to tear your epidermis cocoon open
On behalf of an overly toned aggressive touch
Filled with a sexual tide of violence
The masculinity...
Of our age


In earnest anticipation of,

Obstructing Rape's Justice IV

Beyond portals,

     A bitter touch of red, Lies the alpha upon omega illegitimate chemical touch imbalance complex occurs as domestic epidermis cocoon unexplanetory violence' decrepit existence worthless paper knee clipped folded preyer hand's excuse, To lay hands on you... Yet again.

In earnest anticipation of,

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Malefic Procedure Condescending Managers 2.0

Dearest Animals,

      As 1984 Leaders you: suffer this Orwellian world under your equinox toxic protocol eye verbal stare of willingly abusive witness blind feet, Stomping the silent bottom employment's totem blunt pole of three month force(d) moral defunct assurance security abduction: rate of deposited grave enlisted shift yard parole, A broken engine blood 100% down, Production induced enslavement procedure monitored line manager up, To monotonously micro meticulously mechanically inhuman self-engine follow, Lest ye fail the spineless 90% scrutinizing hover sovereign attention over the shoulder employment days under the occupation theorem of your puny status ladder online irreversible storage updates of life.

     How were you given the opportunity to over sea people, when you have no soft people skills? Don't explain yourself, I'm not daft, University educated yet treated as witless as you attempt to micromanage the simplified documentation on the wall in front of me, in plain diagram to follow text, tasks! A below average primordial dimwitted teenager derelict of consciousness could make ease of this!


     You must have been a brown clause nose adopted member of managerial infected greed children of the cosmic hive profit only matters like sick minded reality alignment. Don't dare you begin to tell me the story of how long you've been with the company, that you deserve to be where you are. Nothing matters beyond your nose unless its the grotesque bear form ass of your boss you've been suckling at for the past age of your life, especially how you profess to care about employees below your social malignant stigma intolerance status.

    Dire circumstance dice, Snake tattooed slave rolled in permanent epidermis ink, Undeniably desperate to feed its lonely teenage wrong time offended sons battling younger sibling daughters, Both at captive home protesting this right of chapter life: Baby-illicit lost time sitting. Existing in the deluge of amputated shameless conscience man morality hole down managerial bleed out staff, Troll under the secret 90 day employment parole toll ageing fifty year work bridge, Holding onto the clause of retirement's age 55 early death restricted denied hope access! Stealing all its subordinate marionette's eternally supposedly equal liberties, Replacing them with a conscious green over black screen matrix text sedation, A hyper everyone must click link. All the while saluting a god wearing Gucci greed do nothing in the end goggles, who stores folders of fodder's files in a Prada leather soul burdened manifest profit destiny blessed bag.


     It is a thousand  leaps and toxic foot print bounds that you've found your way into this managerial role! A swollen God Damned the world inside your swollen buzzard all must procedurally follow the status bloated quo plague example of your hand chain of me command mouth spouting hate blame the victim speech tongue regurgitating hateful spite intolerance straight from your vulture skeletal white husk cross tattooed gut.


     How do you live with your intolerable immoral confident yet conviction-less, self in the mirror? Are you so white tumour inner placid, raise no compassionate finger, eye blind?  How can you treat the puppets at your feet this historically recorded slavery way, you repeat daily... Do you not see the fear for their ability to feed their families behind their subjugated submissive servitude eyes as they twelve hour shift days work as slaves for meagre wages... Does nothing give your gut an awful ache? I bet you instantly change the channel or walk away in rage that you've just intolerably suffered to witness a child televised starving, in a charitable request or journalistic way!


      Well surprise mother illegitimate power drunk trip f*cker! I get it, you've been complacent in this position too long of holding on to other people's derelict bulimic self esteem dignity in the top tier for too long, now 'Manager' is now built in. You can't see it's graft to the failure that is your personality, I mean to say that nature's moral trench is a wreckage and it's in part thanks to people like the lion in you, desiring to tame everyone in sight.

      It's a hard self confession pill of a rock to swallow, the fact that atonement's clause will never be yours. The epidermis habitat cocoon that is everything about you is against humanity, indeed you empower an early coffin grave for a young father, your yard is his prison. For the ideals your hope once conjured no longer ring any matter of profitable fact true! 

     We, the proletariat harbingers, are now more educated, adaptable and better at the 'job,' you profess to do. Upon our backs does your malignantly cancer spread, unfortunately we're too weary from our daily bleed grind to life the remnants of our fingers to supposedly democratic vote against you. We acknowledge who runs this world and it isn't our benign governments. Because you're stuck in an ancient vibe of process that's no longer necessary, our education system no longer needs to fill it's shell with like no minded drones once reserved for the corporations that desire their 'any office to coffee shop we own this space,' everyone mustn't be exactly the sedated same. 

     Save hum-beat the old-drum animals proclaiming themselves defiant still, as if leaders.

In earnest anticipation of,

Our Freedom

Daily Poetry Podcast: Important Notice


An Awful Toast
Tone Dead Silence...




In earnest anticipation of,




Malefic Procedure Condescending Managers

Dearest Leaders,

    Suffer the world under your toxic protocol eye verbal stare willingly abusive witness blind feet of the silent bottom of the employment totem blunt pole of blunt three month force(d) moral defunct parole, A broken engine blood  down 100% production induced enslavement procedure to follow, Lest you fail the spineless 90 deficit theatre of scrutinizing attention employment parole days.

     How were you given the opportunity to over sea people, when you have no soft people skills? Don't explain yourself, I'm not dull, University educated yet treated as witless, by the must be brown nose adopted staff managerial infected greed children of the cosmic hive profit mind alignment. Don't dare you begin to tell me the story of how long you've been with the company, that you deserve to be where you are. Nothing matters beyond your nose unless its the grotesque bear form ass of your boss, especially employees below your social malignant stigma intolerance status.

   Dire circumstance dice snake tattooed slave roll epidermis undeniably desperate to feed its sons and daughters, Existing in the deluge of amputated shameless conscience man morality hole down managerial bleed out staff, Troll under the secret 90 day employment parole bridge, Stealing all its subordinate marionette's liberty, Replacing it with a conscious green over black screen matrix text sedation hyper everyone must click link. All the while saluting a god wearing Gucci greed goggles who stores folders of fodder's files in a Prada leather gas burden of the manifest destiny profit blessed bag.

     It is a thousand  leaps and toxic foot print bounds that you've found your way into this managerial role! A swollen God Damned the world inside your swollen buzzard all must procedurally follow the status bloated quo plague example of your hand chain of me command mouth spouting hate blame the victim speech tongue regurgitating hateful spite intolerance straight from your vulture skeletal white husk cross tattooed gut.

     How do you live with your intolerable self in the mirror? Are you so blind in how you treat the puppets at your feet... Do you not see the fear for their ability to feed their families behind their servitude eyes as they twelve hour shift a day work as slaves for meagre wages... Does nothing give your gut an awful feeling?

     I get it, you've been complacent in this position too long, 'Manager' is now built in. You can't see it now graft to the failure that is your personality. It's a hard confession pill of a rock to swallow, the fact that atonement's clause will never be yours. For those who lead are held in higher accounts than those who serve, even if you won't admit it, we are now more educated, adaptable and better at your job than you'll ever malignantly cancerously be... Because you're stuck in an ancient vibe of process that's no longer necessary, save for the corporations that desire their 'any office to coffee shop hive space' to be filled with drones, everyone exactly the sedated same. Silly really.

In earnest anticipation of,
Our Freedom




Saturday, April 26, 2014

Daily Podcast Poetry: Napalm Bloom

Napalm Bloom



Only the swollen time buds will tell
As the napalm bloom fire forces open
The world's over wide
Epidermis cocoon


In earnest anticipation of,

Links: 

The Little Things X IX

Visibly discriminating,

     Predatory tone covertly deaf masculine aggressive body flirtatiously kink violent language pass, Attempt to subdue a one throbbing night's cocoon torn open, no bed dark side manners, on the conscience' stand.

In earnest anticipation of,


Friday, April 25, 2014

Daily Podcast Poetry: Street Trick Corner

Street Trick Corner


Child's Street
Card drawn chalk life
Board(ed) up trick corner
Silenced by congealing vermilion
Memory sweat ache stained pillows
Once white cloud hour stolen glass lives
A rear history self mirror contained view
Endorsed by willingly blind participants
Funding slavery's reincarnation
On prophetic margin repeat
Endless pathetic psalms
Of mythical gold
Streets of...
Trickery

In earnest anticipation of,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZD9W1k2jBo
http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/street-trick-corner



The Little Things XX II

Post received,

      Miscreant self pin bottled drop lost message, Solicited by a sand infused sandcastle fallen earth toxic vermilion desert tide mirror image ghosts of conscience silicate confessions, Throttled by masturbation lust noose tied hands!

In earnest anticipation of,

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Mirror Shark


The Mirror Shark

There is no description
Only what you find therein




A mirror shark visage
Ghost crown upon scales
Tattooed blood dragon sleeve hide 
Conceals a skin crown graft of horns
Jagged spine espionage tingling teeth
Congealing ink epidermis cocoon
The estranged hotel room
A husk entitled home

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/the-mirror-shark
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1AuWbxZRQg

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix XX

Bath drowning,

     Pool of water bloated vulture swarming liquid punctured skyward glance lungs, Inhaling a gunmetal sea grey ocean in a tide storm pool laying an claustrophobic offensive family intolerance famine torn closet siege apart, Before the eternal calm!

In earnest anticipation of,

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Daily poetry podcast: Vermilion Red


Vermilion Red

There is no description
save what you find therein



http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/vermilion-red
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cmJf11U_TU

In earnest anticipation of,

Obstructing Rape's Justice III

I got,

     Rape blame vultures hovering over the victim train bruises on my ribcage bone rails from the violent wreckage of my body's unclottable deep crime inside whole mind cosmic night memory cosmos ache collapse track, playing emotion terrors on repeat... In holocaust gas wish chamber dreams!

In earnest anticipation of,

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Random Feature...

So I be...

     Spin, a freestyle podcast poem street corner walk home performed, featured on paper.li ! How random is that... The editor has being doing a  poem of mine for the past few weeks now, rather cool, maybe this poetry: Change the world art hopeful activism, will be more than just... Whatever it is.

In earnest anticipation of,

http://paper.li/QualityArt/1381145031#!headlines

Daily Podcast Poetry: Living Belief


Living Belief

There is no description
Only what you find therein

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/living-belief


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDq4B5Kx6SY

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things X VIII

Terminal maslin,

Sonnet of a lonely never mountain ending turning portal keys to heart stone, An entry solar alchemist's derelict flare gone level pariah rogue for a solitary commitment to laboratory confinement, Where falsified spot diagnosis lights play test echo tricks, Behind the uncleansable overture malady of a phantom memory opera mirror ache.

In earnest anticipation of,

Monday, April 21, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Blue Collar fcuk


Blue Collar Fcuk

There is no description,
Save what you find therein.

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/blue-hive-collar


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9omjrwkoQaY

In earnest anticipation of,

Hate's Inheritance I

Child antagonists,

     Crayon rage scribble mock drawn over past's gestating treasure hallway nail hung racial black tattoo tangent x slur generation marked peer slander pressure appeasement swollen vulture malignant speech hate gut: chest drawing hate's heirloom of burn the world rage down inheritance, Breath in permanent obsidian tongue inked second intolerance peace defiant lineage protest language, through stolen pen's out of thief's hand cry of desperate wit, Sixes snake die eye spell look judge cast sentence  down on jail marker misspelled walls too lethargic of heart to lift a jailed heart's damned upbringing, a reality clause abandonment check witnessed stained on once white no racial handed down slur vacant walls, Occurring two parent blind witness close to home.


In earnest anticipation of,

Sunday, April 20, 2014

An Easter Sunday Qualm

Post Requiem,

     Sanity burn secondary notice of a well hymnal rehearsed 3rd exposure degree in hate delinquent speech, Pretentiously spreading by unintelligible thriving sedated belief children of a hive, Attempting to bell spot of heaven's light toll water's defiant periodic damaged table elements from H20 into late prayer night's lonely filtered out intoxicated sanity wine after a long day dictating the gospel of gossip for God's unholy hypnotised appeal beside the bullhorn street adulterated corner by a voice of intolerant reason.

In earnest anticipation of,
The Rapture of Conscious Sedation

Star Wars Nerd-Lesque Theme Song!

Late one night,
A song was born,
Out of the silence of geekdom
Thus began an awkwardly addiction
A random crescendo of discourse!

A Villain's Theme
Obviously Nerdy
Star Wars + Cat Rant




You have no idea...

On Spreaker
Ps. Interrupted mid song, at 11PM very sleepy one night,
But he girlfriend who was giving me awkward looks...

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Prostitute Summer


Unmasked!
Prostitute Summer

There is no description, 
Only what you find therein

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/prostitute-summer


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q15JjVqrPUY

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things X VII

Oil pain,

       Saturated fire infused lonely mountain found sand, Where inhumanity's inept courage knelt before conviction!

In earnest anticipation of,

Friday, April 18, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Train Poetry

Train Poem

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/the-little-things-train-poetry

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4lSLyx4G5Jepnu3hgfuxtA

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Mind L VII

Renegade vow,

     Sanctioned bird of malady captured prey, Reciting impeachment closet rehearsed lies, Pathetic induction psalms of maniacal intent, Apt passive control aggressive vernacular conduit of renewable intolerance, Defiling existence with heirlooms of hate sustaining exile weaponry, Peaceful con protest artist portraying falsified political silent case revenge study documents as a humanitarian Gaia oracle prophecy of manifest regret conscience Carpe free Diem fate for all inhumanity's sandcastle inhospitable earth, an undeniably falling abode.


In earnest anticipation of,

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: The Little Things IV

The Little Things IV

There is no description
Only what you find therein

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/the-little-things-iv

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_83XkYyXMNM

In earnest anticipation of,

Tone Deaf Mirror I

I begin to die
A name genesis sake
Offered federal transcripts 
Birth certificate owned lineage 
Another generation's heirloom usage
Write the torrent of your description
Tear asunder what lies above the skies
Redeem the atonement earth below code
Disown the consolidated gangrene prostitute
Hiding behind the tone awkward deaf mirror
Where mute confidence murders the cleric
Moral whole earth protagonist of courage
Every day forgetting the mistake vow
To regret doubt & thrive for change
Not as crooked spine marionettes
Minted government identities
Forever's abundance
Isn't greed

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Daily Poetry Podcast: Agitated Silence

Agitated Silence 

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/agitated-silence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfvqjhlxzNw

In earnest anticipation of,

Obstructing Rapes Justice II

Audit transcripts,

     Missed the porn consciousness internal adult lie image disorder causing momentary adolescent illness exclusive attraction induced psychiatric self hate diagnosed forever wish of conscious dementia willingly desired sedation for the untameable locked teenage regulated threat immobilized door labelled silent sexual obedient consent to violent blame labels of 'natural sex' patterned youth riddle mirror analysis pinpoint attempt at throttling the youth erotic hostile demons roaming animalistic inside.

In earnest anticipation of,

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Daily Poetic Podcast: Living Belief


Living Belief

There is no description,
Save what you find therein.

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/living-belief


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDq4B5Kx6SY

In earnest anticipation of,

Hybrid Chil Linel I: A Little Thing

Unreported,

     Domestic closet hidden destitute sexuality orphanage of returned tragic child abused news packages!

In earnest anticipation of,

Monday, April 14, 2014

Daily Poetry-Podcast: Sunset Name

Sunset Name

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/sunset-name_1


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x662CZEV708

In earnest anticipation of,

Misused God Metaphor Crime

Irreconcilable 
Sinful stigma view
Mirror reflected psalm
Pathetic intolerance harbour
Historical religious proto-demons
Labyrinthine faith enigma dragons
Eternity's robot Armageddon deliverance
I've scene ten thousand people rave in worship
Believe the unwritten visiting seer's witless banter
Casting prophetic prosperous pathetic psalm spells
Undistinguishable growing emotion terror disdain is pure
Don't unbelievably dance in a circle of hypnotic revival fire storm
Find faith merit in a bank account God's replenished story
Hell leads the light empty greed atrophy house's legacy 
Go silent at the chirping feed us Lord mouth
Acknowledging misuses of a deadly name
Sake of benign heart's crowd woven
Empowering blood in line heirlooms
Children shall shepherd hibernate
Until all consent is  hypnotised
Destined to a dead faith estate
Adopting illegitimate metaphors
Inheriting revival lethargy fire
Unable to gain the clue
To extinguish avarice
From history
Christ!

Damn


Hollow psalms
Seductive reflection
Overlooked mirror saint
Historical religious protagonist
Faith's labyrinthine enigma fallen
Eternity's clause of forever impact
Denied atonement's heavenly promotion
One in a lethargic church ten lobotomised thousand 
Playing white trick pony herd starry eyed worship tune
Going monogamy silent at the greed foaming mouth
Lips inaudible rebirth your epiphany neglected name
Sake of a deaf benign heart's gathered crowd
Empowering their blood in line heirlooms
To hibernate their consent in hypnosis
Destined slaves to the robots made
Adopting metaphoric redundancy
Inheriting the slavery purpose
Unable to gain the clue
To extinguish avarice
Before she ruins
This history
Christ!

Irreconcilable 
Sinful stigma view
Mirror reflected psalm
Pathetic intolerance harbour
Historical religious proto-demons
Labyrinthine faith enigma dragons
Eternity's robot Armageddon deliverance
Ten artificial thousand denied soul intelligence status 
Confined slaves to the hypnotised atrophy hearted blind
Dismissive arbiters of change swallowed by hatred's lies
Monstrous emotion greedy terror disguised people
Sheep rave hallucinate blind aspiration worship
Then go silent at the foaming grave mouth
At the birth of your misused deadly name
Sake all mechanical source codes
Heirlooms of mankind's ending
Constant equality algorithms
Thriving on peace
Instead of...
God's stardust lost
Selfish willingly blind hypnotised
Degenerate inhumanity creation
Empowering their blood stay in line 
With toxic hand me hate down heirlooms
Hibernating in their consented hypnosis
Destined to live silence on repeat 
Adopting illegitimate metaphors
Inheriting revival lethargy fire
Unable to gain the clue
To extinguish avarice
From history
Christ!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Malefic Condescension: I Burn

After writing this and living this day, as with any other piece, if I should die...
I would be content with the last 24 hours of my life.

This is why I burn,

     My visions of forever have grown numb under the unpleasant Christ allowed history on apathetic repeat as my own chronicles are wasted unfocused gasps of a social educated critical mass poetic expulsion acid for breath of fire unqualified yet desperately, mother of all my fucking attention lost to the deficit of hope, for this place expounds with illicit intolerance that denies the consciousness as I bid to speak.

     Once I was bound by glory and splayed my holy guts before god mouthing 'thy kingdom come.' Now I am not that boy, not that man of any kind hood has anything to do with belief at all, nor faith, but only witness. To how you forsake every moment of ever present awareness in your life!

     Do you leave the moral trenches derelict, forfeit to the hate barrels of intolerance and greed? Waking to thrive as one of the comfortable self sedated masses, pride doesn't even exist anymore! Its corruption is unnecessary in an age where we cum so quick to easily for everything that keeps us apathetic to compassion, tugging at our God's salvation constantly pregnant ghostly cowl of  salvation and souls, gestating in angelic cocoons as the nameless die, their spirit's never to be reused.

     Can you see it, there is a hate picture resound inside my head, the perpetration of ill experience swell the conscience of my heart with memory ache, yet nothing is inadmissible for a plead the fifth generation requesting the accordance of God's will to atonement according to counter salvation measures algorithmically shot to the lethargic heart of our self tied noose; choking out our iron hind barrel sight that disavows our past, allowing its reoccurrence tomorrow.

     Everything is forgiveable, in the eyes of the eternal... Yet the mirror and thus the inner human eye, that once held us accountable has gone benign rogue, a stagnant mental void shift that allows the degeneration of thought, until we're willingly blind and there is no such thing as black and white, good or bad...

     Though there is a magnitude of grey, and Christ often performed within said realm, it was on behalf of peace between one another or over the earth, and that will has died. Grey is now the operating jade greed dragon's burnt offering breath table, a discontinued paper knee clip in half stair case of prayer where only that which keeps us sedated exists to be empowered by our monitored silence in protest to purification by any form of praiseworthy hypnotic marionette church attendance numbers auditorium projection raised amputated faith prosthetic glass broken finger on behalf of anyone you never knew...

     But as you look in the mirror, what fa├žade stands bereft of identity before you? A husk without melodic harmony for the future note to their name, unless protected by the false protagonist disguise of a consciously sedated facial contortion once entitled: 'smile.'

     Make-up to masculinity, it hides the riddle, but for how long...

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Little Things X VI

White thousands,

Sown flag body ex-tourniquet casket bags for 3rd profit generation stage far intolerant right world X to X profit rated tangent algorithm margin cross wing state funded acting class of a coffin orphanage match lit cigarette tattooed splinter heart violin stick struck sandcastle earth's bleed deep out demise, Finality turning strings of sand into oil stained flamed infused mirror false self magnified image glass!

In earnest anticipation of,

Friday, April 11, 2014

The Little Things X V

Chandelier of your faith, 

     Hanging by the noose of a half written letter's unstretched truth twine: a Threat of hanging without footstool or knife... A heart's last glimpse of hope thread.

In earnest anticipation of,

Thursday, April 10, 2014

A Cursive Benign Lisp I

You wanna change someone's life?
You write them a fucken Poem...!
To my dearest friend
I love you

Discarded youth
Childhood alzheimer's
Terminal memory dementia
Ode to yesterday's history ache
Random class selection entry
Pretending the predator
Isn't trapped inside

Lisp healed mentor
Dispatching holy spells
Decursive installed heart mod
Medical nemesis test charm diagnosis
Neurol teenage life tension cyst adage scan
Online hyper brain active reset wish genesis
Board two versus outplayed two match
Back to digital bleeding druid normal
Rejuvenating friends like family
Cast over restorative time
A nerd's greatest talent

Lisp cocoon architect 
Too toxic no impact yet young
Unimaginary invisible strangers set free
Boy ventrilo scout courage to vocally appear
Preaching text button prayer spells of mending
Filling health bars in healbots 40 man crowd
No longer shadow silently spell embracing
Dispelled friendly player horror effects 
White chakra anti magic body 
Memory count bags
Losing ties
Of hope

In earnest anticipation of,
My Best Friend's Mending

Obstructing Justice VIII

Memory sexual shelf ache,

     Burlesque burned to lost chess treasure match ashen sticks decorating the mental harbour mantle with loss, Dementia's emotion terror night CEO sexual deviant (k)night's job security haunting relapse threat stand amidst ongoing hallucination of aggressive employment ransom!

In earnest anticipation of,

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Benign Past: Unmissed Bitter Love Remix

I can't remember, not a day in my saint less life, that I never needed you. Not anymore.

I can't overlook the impact of you... Upon me.

Whatever blessed luck I ever had, is depleted. For I used every ounce of destiny's problematic roller luck coaster die roll to find the majestic that is you.

The drake of darkness has swallowed my former journey.

All I remember is needing you... A smile! 

To be continued...

Xx

Obstructing Rapes Justice I

Stab,

    The tumour white mutagen paedophile degenerate incest child online adopting video predator streaming a a digital grotesque hand empowerment throttle extortion damned generation's inherited deviant gutter thought man's cum lust hole down inner dysfunctional eye script.

In earnest anticipation of,
Ending Evil's Itch

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The Little Things X IV

Child antagonists,

     Crayon rage scribble mock drawn over past's gestating treasure hallway nail hung racial black tattoo tangent X slur generation marked chest!


In earnest anticipation of,

Lineage disruption 

Monday, April 7, 2014

The Little Things XIII

Modern half,

     Apathetic mechanical heart tomb day of synchronized karma, Question War: Greed's best kept secret profit synonym for middle proletariat below sub deficit prime class of cost stolen fate & forever disappear! Remain alive and silent as a harbinger of slavery, A marionette runt of avarice's debt confident future inheritance litter of malignant dark lusty violently verbal in blaming others for conscious sedation.

In earnest anticipation of,

Sunday, April 6, 2014

A Lesson in Blame

You can't blame,

     Me... For writing this way, so I don't expect forgiveness for the swelling social architect stigma vibes of intentional pragmatic isolated contingency of hate for this black truth shepherd of toothless words, just owl ever present inner eye look at the world as it passes away! A magnificent sandcastle earth falling into the sea of inhumanity's carpe greed diem treatment, a shelter of conscious light is on but the only one home to thrive is avarice, Empress of contempt for anything but profit.

     So, what then? If I should remain silent from the social written spoken word poetic commentary, then I consent to the malefic condescending praise of the queen of greed laying waste to our world, and I simply cannot stand idle as a comfortable sedated marionette statue of a former aspiration dream alive child of man-unequal-kind! For we are; this world is not in the hive mind too fragmented long set ways of acceptance, intolerance not only survives, but is parasite thriving on the indulgence of our silence. So I am not.

In earnest anticipation of,

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The Little Things XII

Smaug, 

      Balrog over subservient dark universe no padawan lord of ominous sith greed contagious fire pouring red lightsabre tide silent hovel of chaos forth from the mind's dragon napalm throat, Gland wounded vengeance breath, Wing cavern bound chains unnecessary mechanisms of inhumanity's last droplets of will to break the forsaken dawn's talons of flame rise of the mechanical hate glow worm of patient contempt, Morgoth's re-magical-born right living red righteous hand, Other half to empress Avarice queen of the Silmarillion's hidden read backwards soundtrack message!


In earnest anticipation of
A Nerd's poetic redistribution of greed's algorithm of violence.


Malefic Condescension XI

Broken clairvoyant,
     
     Deaf bed prayer victim tale of malefic condescending ghost spinal chord ranked applaud sent as the infinite gesture born amputated identity nameless dark shadow illegitimate creations of atonement's denial, Burning eternally before the paranoid schizophrenic false angelic diagnosis choir accused of perpetrating assurance of eternity not entirely beneath the sun's skin existing above, Faded salvation glimpse of dying unmissed beyond the reach of anyone's remembrance.

Oh my insignificant character,
Anticipates... Zero

Friday, April 4, 2014

Malefic Condescension X

Broken cross,

     Shattered stained inner glass patched eye worked over, Downward staring at Christ's angelic worms cast eternity out, Away with inaudible hollow torrent point shell forever shocked words unfound at the amputated destitute son's and daughter's ancient memory ache life signature nearly bitter regret's abuse from hope destination free forgotten, Via the irrational conscious hypnosis sedation of moral sandcastle earth built trench conviction that no ode was every written for... Lost children of...

In earnest anticipation,

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Malefic Condescension IX

If you believe,

Your seething hate second white tattooed cross forked language tongue is normal, Your next hate procured generation hand me down illicit consciousness intolerance assaulted belittlement inheritance stigma is listening, Attempting to falsify the contagious lethargic atrophy nearly mistrusted during the malady ballad pregnancy diagnosis failure to compassionately empathize in adoption response to another living being, The hive of your intolerance is the slaughter of equality's aspirations.


In earnest anticipation of