The Little Things: Apocalypse Change!

In lieu of our participation in,

      Barely hovering above truth... In the bliss of our losing the battle ignorance, A sandcastling palace of our best inherited by illicit falsified justice nature, Lies every mirror's self inhibiting ventriloquist mouth begins to damage over time tell us...

In earnest anticipation of,
Bidding good bye
To lost potential!

Hive Mind: A Willingly Ill Response

Cruelty's unawares,

      Pledging sophisticated motives to disassociate the moral vapid oozing black apathy trenches seeping incoherent accomplice venom from our churning near suicide neo obliviated double thought technology wrist tattoo severed heart's beating remembrance pulse implant, Kin of the blank trajectory of hybrid awakening sleep where hope is no longer in attendance having ascended the empathetic imagination engine the lost human regime of depravity has willingly with acknowledged inherited foresight malnourished. 

In lieu of our participation in,
Renaming terrors to escape!

Hive Mind: National Contemplated Pacifist Debt I

Peace be upon...

     No one but those trapped in the decrepit cycle of the 1%, Marionette's swollen knee bowed to avarice staring through hollow inner blind eye kaleidoscope pendulums, Swinging vile trapeze architects of our sandcastling earth's subprime unjust hope mortgages of a prejudice karma, Finding the common in high esteem of doubt to be relieved of the regretful day of unrecognisable dark faithless dream to tomorrow via honest destiny healing that in the tragic wake of inhumanity memory compromised forgot lost interest in saving anyone at all...

In lieu of our participation in,
Hanging our own nooses
Without remorse of shame

The Little Things: Mistaken Dreams I

Some dreams are broken,

      Hovering amidst dampened clouds, Having left hope's impressions on heaven's breathe stained memorial of humanity's glass complexion of ill tempered relief, A botanist concoction of an unyielding tempest held in a beaker; Labelled heart, All too unhappy to awake revive that which is willingly cursed.

In lieu of our participation in,
Spending the good on the bad...!

Maleficent Condescension: Paper's Split Edge I

The curse,

     Is our stage, Court of witless double willing to think heathen's devoted to the religion of no conviction, Their courage compels violence by a disgraceful unnatural creeping sickness against all they disagree with. Thundering emotion nightly terrors haunt the phantom depraved graveyard plots of dead unproven in life hopes, Obsessed pacifist pocket fists save for violent means stabbed out the dreams within themselves... 

In lieu of our participation in,
Leaning to lie
To ourselves

The Little Things: Her... IX

She was...

      The first and last best thing I've ever born luck's infinite gesture of witnessing, Unknowingly collaboration born of my heart disproportionately tampered hope's only destiny on earth; Love!      

       She... Did all this and helplessly more, yesterday, today and into our ring fingerless heart tattooed commitment tomorrow. Because not every loving one can show all content's of joy via digits they may no longer amputee of existence's daily war bare their inner never departing universal star frame of morality; which is two bound by every moment with only the truest conviction trench of courage's intentions for another; One!

In lieu of our participation in,
Thriving in hope
Amidst unrest

Maleficent Condescension: Dedicated Inaction I

Unwanted epitome,

       Killing hope's spacial deep archetype inside heart reawakening never attempted in lieu of our participation in hate's prejudicial make room within for passions and aimless fears, Back accomplice seat lonely isolated cold beckons the procedure of empathy's numbing, The guilty collecting dust conscience radiating the bliss of our sand castling disavowed internal smouldering fire harmony put out by a social distant memory compliance with lethargy, Swearing impending eulogy unread oaths in solidarity unto a miss alternative target by fearful unguided emotion terror unrecognised hearts in the mirror! 

      The time to harvest joy's wild tangent uncounted sum of honesty is uneasily sunken into pacifist calloused phantom trenches renowned for subliminal flames of withheld too fateless luck long! Shame...

In earnest anticipation of,
Human change
Without G-d
Or addiction

Hive Mind: Ill Hope I

Merciless joy,

      Uncontained wounds left mortal last death breath coil unclotted, Lingering amnesia paradox unscathed memory tormenting rival aching factions, Blotted heart sickened skin entombed non-libel falsified dictions reminiscent of sand infused mirror flames lying every hopeless day; To the eyes daily forgetting the recognition of your face.

In lieu of our participation in,
Wounding the already wounded

Hive Mind: Crimson Origin I

Judicial prejudice sway,

    The noose stems the unclottable sickening tide of unacceptable poisons that riddle our minds, Half in; Jump at them muddled noise of socially inept centurions without answers! A silent portion out, foot lingers beyond the infinite door, desiring a bullet slit blossoming chaotic bloodless wrist ending amidst the emotion terror of choice, Stand as an Phoenix orchid strangled under deadly white toned lies of snow! Deaf out cast of equality's history lost dreamed unfathomable up hope!

In lieu of our participation in,

Minding silence

Instead of speaking

Hive Mind: Tainted Extinguishment I

Tormented vigilance,

      Expressionlessly absent of hope amidst the congealing apathy; of compassion lost in hollow fall dreams, Cast behind the hours scorched orchid glass life's calloused shadow of lingering phantom youth pain, Lead violent memory ache away into realms begin luck's most vibrant reach, Where stains of a never arose inhumane Phoenix yesteryear consume the consciousness of a lonely truthful harbinger stand... Tomorrow!

In lieu of our participation in,

Denying a rarity

Honest regret

The gem...!

Hive Mind: Exchanging Sinister Hope Notions I

Sedated conscience apothecary,

     Dropping excavated hope amidst an endlessly flowing post animosity tale mortem pills migrating from the abyss concept remnants of the moral derelict trench one way barbed smiles, Seething the lies we believe as explosions, Coax hemming it's painful dexterity awful phantom no amnesia but death can't even take memory terror aches... Away. 

In lieu of our participation in,

Arming resolve

Only in the aftermath

Hive Mind: Erupting Change I

Brilliant rupturing plague,

     Opaque inflamed orange intoxicated skin vacant dead marionette heart lies hollow gaunt expressionless face dedicated stars at war up, On a trick side chalk walk's everyone knew the next plot outcast element, But remained pacifist silent pockets full of pride song of profit dreams towards another's damned swaying on the edge of hope: happiness, Tied like heathens to the ball and spiked chains of looked down historically upon survival, The only dream left is a peace full tummy meal, sleep and a way out of the memory ache's dedicated amnesia addiction Mess!

In lieu of our participation in,

Peering with prejudice

With undead compassionate eyes

Twisted Realm: Love at First... I

Crumpled bones,

     Dust of my disavowed love, Coping with the delicate memory ache, Seed of a selfish hidden battle f(r)irndship, Collecting bandage slit bullet attempt wrist mistakes, Born of the radiant depravity unjust hope in turmoil, An acorn's endless grove universe in rotten karma birth sapling  regenesis pain, Heaving solitude in the chaotic spacial distance, Beyond any tangible thing's reach... But honesty.

In lieu of our participation in,

This luck framed life

Together

The Little Things: Wounded Breathing I

Independent valentines held day breath,

      Flogging solitudes' vigil of unmotivated karma prayers woven against eternity's defiant oft silently courageous darling: Hope, Contagion unproven save my mourning stories reaching deep oceanic conscience inside!

In lieu of our participation in,

Collecting aimless dust 

Upon our hearts

On purpose...

Maleficent Condescension: Blood of The Same Number I

I've retained,

     A labyrinthine universally torn indecently in tears half is the palace archive of unholy aching memories eternally locked passionately damned heart in where the terrors from my 33 unmistakable dreamt incredibly up years are...

     For there is no fathomable ghostly tangible way I'd have ever been bargain granted this long on our beautifully malignant inhumanity plagued sandcastling families crying in lieu of greed's profitable laughter tears, our nearly hollow earth's course!

      I'm but an unqualified to out audibly loud speak black painted acceptance closet hidden sheep having no bucket protagonist list save for this life-fantasy-span to bring on a little more decently in aftermath of thunderously vain tears, That humbly I disgraced courageously renounce to fall. Especially in the aftermath no spoken vintage calloused awaiting breath since youth eulogy of words on behalf of the monster in opposition of both sides of truth's uncontested pacifism despite conviction's numb burning throat villainous times demon of vernacular fears, that was me.

     Yet I'd've never fathomed a glimpse at the unmapped elegance of X marked the dignity of my existence' lost dream unsought atonement warming bliss spent my phantom lifetime apart spot of grace entombed beyond the endurance of my culpable infinity affidavit never angelically served, Wherein all our hope is harnessed, Fashioned by invisible clasps of a mythically guilty culture, Wondering battle depravity field long over war due misfit angels hosting 

     Tomorrow the mistakes of my cycle shall stop, Breath ended silent chest dead. My heart will be as a malignant coal, never to phoenix being arise, for I against Christ shall pray against heaven's disgraceful nature; That all who're born shall enter!

     Finding God dishonest behind mirrorless walls sight that I might dismayed momentarily reside! Finding no good illicit news save the numb empathy muted panderings of inhospitably avarice sick ruptured hearted spiritually delusional no consequence lost in idleness as on earth ghosts of greed's eternal flames in the split heavenly second moment of awareness beyond my last breath! 

     All that meant the most to the Elijah scryer prophetic ravenous from The Ghost's tear rain flooded rivers of once throbbing love where begs the faded hope robbed of prayer's compromising dignified integrity... Me, presently repeating indoctrinated communal meaningless sessions in eternity as on earth, Though from this hell I shall arise! Brick by faithless brick tearing down heaven, until she mediates universally the vast strange confessionally hidden realm of unadulterated acceptance, To everyone! EVERYONE!

      And so I scream my worst poetic feared throat dry in attempts to mend the folly of either nature, The curse is sedation of joy and the remittance of acceptance in pacifism unto children!

In lieu of,
Adding to misery...
By dying

Hive Mind: Unappreciative Breath(e)

Complexity of worthiness,

      A mirror reflected daily amnesia afflicted ambience, Sinking in vacant thought echoes of a reminiscent constellation's altruism; Praising the pacifism brought decay of hope's blind love state on by an unbelievable renegade harmonic alienation roaming where quiet blue skies quake, Moulting the strength of courage in a never libel spoken witness martyr's beauty unwoven in the womb by a lethargic modesty attempting to embrace dreams beyond the stigma.

In lieu of our participation in,
Pretending to be passengers
Instead of protagonists!

Hive Mind: Vacuum Hope Toll

Bullet eclipsing blue,

        Skies reigning enthusiastic fire from the trigger's intangible life distorting power, Applauded by hate spilled product regurgitating greed's lofty isolated heart asylum, Where illegitimate algorithms cattle finger prod submissive empathy pacifist's consciences to stay the pulse of death's awakening. 

As is today, 

So mirrors tomorrow

New Sunday's Year Words

Impersonal endlessly compelling obsessions,

       Indeed! I stood for years under the towering lonely cold wilderness anxiety of an eating disorder's mistakes I never foretold knew would honestly happen... For years my lips kissed the display of a liar's flame! Now I bare libel guilty hope witness to eternally be honest in battle against the apathy of hope, the entities of depravity against empathy and equality! 

An Operator's Word(s)...
J 
Xx

Hive Mind: Tarot Misleadings

Scrying my best,

     Can't eclipse the jaded phantom ache pains of our future's post empathy mortem apocalypse, An ode to a requiem's joy cataclysm spent rummaging spitefully through containers of derelict black moral box trenched in memories, Cascading as children with hopeful karma towards the war ruined playgrounds of their youth!

In lieu of our participation in,
Believing wrong oracle readings

Maleficent Condescension: Dispatched Hope

Astounding hypocrisy,

     Honourable witness our submissive contortionate smiles amidst this depravity or writhe in wholistic fire appalling fear... What unholy mantle should be our hopelessly unascending response to Your continued silent apathy!?

As today ends,

So does our yesterday

New Year's Youth

I have scene,

You all in my between the clouds of my shallow sleep, Dreams where nature's imperfect reflection of luck's infinity becomes reality, Therein we're a compassionate family standing desperate to reflect passionately the values of acceptance towards our friends amidst the violent depths of our sand castling earth's torrent displacement of hope reality.

We're tangibly hopeful to one day reunite in the joyous drowning of arms... Over our shoulders we awake in the beautiful (hug) moment to disappear between the inaudible speech of tolerable language used to describe love between friends! We are.

J 
Xx