You intentful eyes,

      Rape the skin off my bones, Death isn't good an ending for your fate, Masculinity wrote a dark letter from the century of lost equality, Did you remember to read it... In the disguise you wear to appear past adolescence; Your kind is the apocalypse. 

      Your wits reek of evil born from the core's MAN'S invention that mask their desire's vigilantism, There are countless letters, movies, books, men that prescribe to the livelihood of this lie... They are us & we are that which defines humanity on the edge of one last day's parade, Before we discover the edge of our burden & find it's far... Far, far too late.

        There is nothing to resurrect another moment nor save us from the tribulation of our wits naked end, We spent too long as vampires, Eyes envisioning women as prey, Silent bent over school catholic boy pawns; as if women were held beyond a'door's reach, Bay of hibernating reflections kept dormant until today, The awakening is a choice we all must live... So is our advancement beyond 'no,' if we walk this line... We can hold our breath until death, Unworthy of trial, prosecution, jail or saving... It's beyond too fate masculinity on over spiteful of everything drive late! We run this parade & we like it doomed.

Ritual days,

      Wake to appease, Sleep in the drowning absence of dreams, Just to ease... The hideous unpleasantness, Brought on by the gifting of fractured debt inconclusive future hopefulness...

Chain ally smoke,

     Remedy for an awesome totality afflicted decision never to sleep, The hive is infected by a dishonest cause with infinite effect monologue!

Articulate dreams,

       An honest conscience in revelation screams, Defiling sleep on behalf of all that is in opposition of our arrogance; inner corrupt peace!

Decadent suggestions,

     Persuaded to yes by false meaning, He believes in the shadows of you, But only in the loneliest mannerisms of the night, His request for your figure is but a means to...

Ordinance of the night,

      Call for being up & tight, but your mannerisms say no, That the greed demon should go, His movements show he wants you... but is it just for the night... Just one night...?

She... XIV

Affectionate compassion,

     Kisses spilling passion's daily beans, They taste of devotion and the trials of living, After years of hardship your smile is majesty... and yet to others what my eyes seek might reek of boredom, The monotony is our teamwork thriving earnestly, Jealous of only the length of our separation; waiting on our every next moment.., As one, Feared by those who desire a unique transcript of intercourse each night, But for you there is no disguise, Every day you watch my heart bleed off my sleeve.

In earnest anticipation of,
You...!

Hello... Hi & Earnestly!

Vacant greetings,

     Cheers & hullo, So lovely to finally meet, Spoken as a whimper against the invisible grain, Gaps of honesty hiding in the wind, A half inaudible haiku whispered under mental granules of fallen health, No hand or finger raised digital word of aid ever came; not a single thing to empower love to remedy the darkness of every moment's unfathomably counted dreams, Not even an email from the other side of the earth did roam, but from this dredge we receive, vacant greetings; 'hello.'

       Unresponsive, no mirror ever answered, despite the infinite hotel chronicled callings, The wounded's too indifferent, Faithless to respond save by poetic journalised algorithmic words poured out into the hollow dark, No one ever read; Save when the chalk unromantic outline was deemed too self everyone had a helping unforgettable hand inflicted late.

In lieu,
Of responses before...

     

Have Yourself: A Merry... Little... Xmas

Have yourself a merry...

Depression-less little Christmas

Anxiety be dismayed

As your heart turns...

From sorrow

To light

Troubles never hidden

But love endures the sight...

Have yourself

A merry little decision

To stand beside the LBGT & gay

It's another year's yuletide Christmas 

So may the willingly ignorant

Sit idle... miles away

From tonight on...

We'll be caring & aware

Of the troubles ruining lives

So very far away...!

Here we are

Defying the olden days

Happy ignorant days of yore

With faithful pacifist f(r)iends

Who're too often but clouds

Or reflections in a mirror

For the greater...

Love & Good

United we hope to gather

Against the grain once more

Through troublesome moments

Over infinite oppression dispensed years

When our capitalist little fate allows

A rebellion of hopeful endeavours

Our conquests of the stars

We shine mostly solo

As singularities

Of something more...

So have yourself....

Faithful (un)united friends

A merry less dismal little Christmas

Even if nothing but yourself is gay

As the smog of depression

Sifts as coal upon trains

Toys are but imaginary

Our hearts are truth

A dying reflection

Of hope...

Love

... 

&

Light

A Post Master's Wish

Kneeling to beg,

      Sitting amidst post heart of ill contempt wrought feeling stars I pray; whatever Universe might allow forgiveness for the invisible within, Never seen, Never Spoken, Never realised: thoughts... However micro fraction of a contemptive second awoken, But absolutely beyond any shadow of fathomable doubt actualised, I beg forgiveness. Remedy the sickness of greed inside, for it breathes a birth to every selfish lie.

In earnest anticipation of,
Reading a better wish tomorrow

Hive Unintelligible Mind: Quaking Force

Noting the ache,

       No intention could ever dissolve by affectionate near both regretted side attempt to render connectivity beyond curfew, This is the dissolution of the vortex terror eternal power at invisible play regime of unentitled seething white suffering unto all hate!

In lieu of His participation in,
The watching,
Nothing more...

Hive Inconceivable Mind: Response From Where Lies Hide I

Audio discriminate response

      Recording of an itch willingly dressed appalling closet up

 Hidden dialogue of two too long one... 

Response to an unaddressed question

Lingering in thin vanquished hope air

'we haven't been...' auditory response resolves to go on

'what you call "in love"or a long while...does she know that?' 

quanders the supposed off resilient of earnestly against offence air... host

paying her every unreported moment of breathe... homage

Given to her chromosome back truamatic ally mother born lineage

Fear and power giving license to her words

From rape she was born half forever cold

Honest more than the legitimate most

With her origin ghost wound story

The demon spawned no paws

'She knew it... first'

Acknowledging dishernestly

His head vacantly bows

Shame... or is it another lie

Bestowed upon a humble listener

To the crimes of the unsympathetically rich

Riddling pathways of doubt upon the honestly poor

Whom for all their best tolerances of ill intentions

Shall never mend under the genderless succubus

Whose seasons of greed endlessly seduce

Intoxication of circumstance

Is their heartless regime

From on high

They watch us bleed

Hive Mind: Fifty Shades of Love's Deception II

She knew it first,

     That our black and nineteen fifty's white relationship had relinquished the love had requiem dream switched an uncharted distance of malignant time ago, Our unmendable rudder drove fast through too many harsh incomprehensible waters alone, Whilst the other self travelled to wrestle all of the debt to sorcery oceanic mirage pay the demons momentarily away; at least keeping them another faceless memory day unrecognizable to either in hind undesigned by love's ability to appease sight's appreciation of another beyond the unfathomable bay - of solitude - Wherein drown the hope of both distinctly unique and once yet no spitefully longer unfamiliar sailing kindred who by woven hollow vow and ring of faded stone became unwilling unless by day to unending death walk less than half an attempt of every pumping inch of an amputated heart's courage to crawling through the mire away...

In lieu of our participation in,
Crawling towards one another...
Despite the woes,
Despite the distance!

Hive Mind: The Mirror Stands Shouting II

Unextended aspirations, 

       She barely felt every more than the lesser half of okay, Unnaturally deflected of all mirror granted esteem, Mostly because of a heritage woven to supplant every positive emotion save the will to slave for middle soulless unclassified existence away, Up an invisible ladder of a man never known she was to climb, Mouth or genitals to any demon or monster she was to give herself away, In order to be validated in appraisal under her father's swollen demon cock regime of a generation born to willingly fall systematically asleep to awareness, compassion and shame.

In lieu of our participation in,

Hive Mind: The Mirror Stands Shouting

Grinning in the unnatural reflection,

       Unextended aspirations to change for anyone or anything, Usurply planted a battle disciplined little memory single instance never weapon or word dismantled thing ground wherein survives the raw gut emotional context of a powerful independent being, Evolved from unnatural terror things and interviews with the mirror she's renowned only unto herself for a rebirth from an uncivilised upbringing and a hideous terror.

In lieu of our participation in,

Letting the rapists off easy...

Too easy...

Hive Family Mind: Swelling Black Appendage II

Signature resigned from love,

      She's aching in the impossible to over come the chill forgetful heritage battle winds of a broken act of trust upbringing, Wings of gloom spread as winds hurricane dismantling all faith in compassion's pair becoming one...

In lieu of our participation in,
Raising nightmares in a battleground of demons!

Hive Family Mind: Swelling Black Appendage I

If she knew love first...

      There wouldn't be of need for a cure to the most common itch, A daughter aching for a son's heart; both grown all too bitter and cold. Anxious and complaisant in a heritage of silence so swollen from an ilk never awoken from a compassionless regime.

In lieu of our participation in,
Raising children without...

If I die before I wake: I pray my poetry into account thee take!

Hive Mind: Grappling Song

Disabled grasping,

    Intolerant numb remission fingers too swollen stitched after hope's amputation surgery after taking the pill known only as anti-conformity; The floral mending will reveal a clashing ideological gong begging as it resounds within as the pulsating heart in remission of excuses and all melodies in key with intolerance's bigotry, For in Death's great incapable of earthly action expanse lies the belief in accepting shame's notes of human sympathy, Wherein swells the ocean of change... Before it's too f(r)iendly inhuman unthreatened being fire(d) late. Lying broken at the feet of demons, Companions who stood as statues of contempt and personal hatred gain at your side.

In lieu of their participation in,
Forgetting all the little syndicate things,
That resound of discipline,
And signal us to joy,
Trust and loyalty  

Hive Own Mind: Composition of Existing II

Inaccurate apologise,

      Vintage lies attempting to contextualise faith beyond the masquerade known as confidence, Now rotten and astray, Terrified amidst the mirror in everyone else's eyes reflect the thriving torture, Echoing the post traumatic eclipse of previous version of the self once known as me...

In lieu of participating in,
Coming back... From ledges

Hive Own Mind: Composition of Existing I

After all,

    I must admit that out of everyone, I hate myself the most. My own grave isolated digger ever attempting to mend the internal death uncomfortable bleeding conflict which consumes every second awake and even when I'm in bed... 

In lieu of participating in,
Contextualising faith as a masquerade known as confidenc

Hive Mind: Docile Tolerance III

Medicated docility,

     An apathetic tolerance curfew granted by a vintage consent of conformity no longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful friendly cross killed in hopeless future key remiss to be stroked action, Spoken like a stitched bigotry facade up gong from the pulpit of separatism into numbness with all surroundings...

In lieu of vile melodies,
Desiring confrontation...
On behalf of intolerance

Hive Mind: Docile Tranquillity II

Alcoholocuast docility,

     A conformitist's symphony of fortified melodies in retreat of intoxication, Transporting an apathetically floral wilting ideology of intolerance, As a curfew granted by a vintage wing attempting to weave inspiration of equality dream, Speechlessly granting consent to conformity, No longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful aspiration key with all willingly acute blind apathetic view wilderness surroundings; Devoid of grace. 

In lieu of aspirations,
Save the currency of greed,
Whose existence is jealousy!

Hive Mind: Docile Tranquillity I

Alcoholist docility,

     Delivering an apathetic tolerance curfew granted by a vintage consent of conformity no longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful key with its churning endlessly surroundings.

In lieu of one wish,
Being shielded. 

Hive Mind: Watered Down Hope I

Nicotine nightmare patch,

     Attempting to infect the character proof of growth unfolded dreams of shame that run apathetic black endlessly stretched and rampant seething hatred white behind closed puppet of conformity insomniac eyes in every attempt to cast off all that can never say goodbye during a life committed to intolerance when sobriety into equality is the only left motion to make before the kaleidoscope eclipse of life... Ends as a final exit riddled with the insecurities of shame.

In lieu of our pursuit,
Of hope & her sanity

Hive Mind: Complicated Notes II

Paper flightless apathy planes,

     Lonely flight skyless principle wings weighted irrationally down by whispers numb of sanity sinking, Down beyond the holocaust burnt hatefully out fumes left of the clouds of tolerance by the demons of intolerance whose glory is shaming others for caring!

     Cauterize the cross's scars of compassion, Left on the hands hidden deep within fumigated of hope pockets, Witnessing life with well malice placed neglect in excess, Remunerating all methodology of conflict by inaction in order to thrive in the ocean of conformity, Compiling shame as the infinite composition of shame singing down the dead unchallenging spines of the children who claim nothing but a golden noose at the end of greed.

Hallelujah,
To death...
Or is it,
A second chance...?

Hive Mind: Complicated Notes I

Paper apathetic planes,

     Weighted ration down by numb remiss of tolerance opinions, Witnessing life with pocket buried compassionless hands full of purposefully facade placed neglect excuses remunerating their obedience repressive theology to the composition of singing in an unchallenged key with conformity.

In lieu of our willing participation in,
Watching the world fashion hate,
Like it's just another part of life,
When it's really the opposite

Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic II

Methodical incisions: Breaking attempts,

      At other heart's to mend the danger's brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping through a wilting chest, The emotionally clotted blood pumping through this empty heart haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings small isolated doses of unrealistic non-continuous  peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart at the already broken seems, I'm devoted to the anointed salt transgressions water of delusion towards the past roaming as dreams inspiring ion memory dissonance within my head, Eye of the lost beholder streaming incoherent rapid eye context devotions of zero momentum movements to retain what once was held; Because it's better to remain fractured... Absent as a skeleton, Begging for burial or love to breathe.

In lieu of our participation in,
Hoping for that momentary window
Of release to love beyond dreams

Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic I

Devoted breakings,

      Of another's heart to mend the danger's scars brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping from my dying heart, The blood haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart, Devoted to a past I still exist within, Because it's better to remain... In love.

In lieu of our participation in,
Building the puzzles of wisdom
In other words:
Solving love

Hive Lost Mind: Wilted Will I

An existential fate,

     Lies as a tongue in the palm feeding your mouth by hand, Escaping the desolation of a harbinger G-d in the mirror as it perpetuates a dying no longer virtuous breath, Seething white sulfurous rage upon the reflection standing half willing to be crucified vibrant before the greedy fangs of hate.

In lieu of our sufferings,
Mental help was,
Never offered...

Hive Mind: Lucid Accumulations II

Measurable aspirations,

      A dozen bourbon's delivered straight throat architect down the hung-in-self-hatred-over hatch, In attempts to reach beyond the distant untold, Wherein G-d's constant algorithm of prayer conversation silence resides, Preaching everlasting sin and temperament of salvation!

In lieu of our exposure,
Never to come

A Hideous Hive Mind: Misogynistic Brethren Abide I

Amen to strength,

    Woven by no existentialist beyond cloud existence but the apostle of shame, Emitting a constantly neglected salvation claim made by angels, Whispering honesty in the ears of those whose aspirations of hope lie beyond the point of being reclaimed!

In lieu of the hive,
Who exist with plastic convictions,
Misogynistic intentions & are devoid of guilt!

Maleficent Condescension: Heaving Silence I

My hatred,

     Should be a crime, But it's significantly all regime directed upwards at the suffering sky, Wherein the most silent unto our future darkness party resides, Claiming our prayers as silent and thusly so He's congealing with ignorance towards all our undealt with smouldering misfortunes!

In lieu of His participation in,
Nothing...!

Hive Singularity Mind: Rigorous Issues I

Losing out on hope,

      As the door slams and evil drives arrogantly away, Mad at you but playing a sinister emotional vortex chess he should never win unless you submit yet again, Winning only because you're overflowing with  instead of hatred at the misogynistic rife swastika domination melody of manipulation he's relationship grave preaching... What a vile overlord, Holding your noose.

In lieu of her resignation,
Unto him...!

Hive Mind: Day Dreaming I

Speechless uninspiring surprise,

       Spam bowed unto silent response intellectual pathway's full as the endless prayer stream of emails written to G-d remain despondent and unsorrowfully responded to...

In lieu of our participation in, 
Sleeping awake, 
By choice.

Hive Mind: Lucid Accumulations I

Ten bourbon's down,

      Vernacularly I still can't touch the poetic sky, Howling for the sake of seemingly patronising dreams, Will the world tangibly ever day by nightmarish isolationist hope evening see equality?

In lieu of our participation in,
Becoming soldiers...
Reaching for dust!

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels

Saying sorry,

    Unapologetically applying a lip falsetto of sinking in the mirror's reflection of ghosts service, Gasping phantoms foretelling a kaleidoscope multiple never scene ending invisible witness, Anointed the requiem bleak poisonous mouth sick piece spouting dissolution about a dreamscape that will never come. Because G-d, like us, gave up.

In lieu of our non-participation,
As the world via intolerance
Burned.

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels IV

Lying in church,

     Morality asleep on the pew before the throne now encompassed by hate, Whose been granted all lip falsities service for bestowing a forecast of naught but sin, Submerged is equality behind the blind eyes of the white madness, Illogically bound to principles no satellite beyond heaven can replicate the destructive sound, For the chaos bore only treason of the any circumstances found within manifests of violence and all manner of intolerance, As a destiny roll of the kaleidoscope fate dice prepared by G-d herself now sat desolate of hope beyond the throne of life... Love is dead, She was a desolate sacrifice!

In lieu of our moderation,
To stand up for others 

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels III

Lying in church,


     Honesty asleep in the place where the malignancy of hope's derelict vocabulary sworn oath to greed now resides a mentor whose granted all lips worst accumulation of reckless language service unto the herald of all madness whose only forecast is an ending we'll never live to see. 

In lieu of our silent front,
Spoken to the authorities against love

Maleficent Condescension: What of Angels II

Lying to the absolute,

     To history's most honest memory lamp, Twins dying to keep silent; Morality asleep on the pew, head bowed in the lap of his most ancient derelict f(r)iend, Kin dread her name forsaken be the sound of unaduterated silence, Born on the winds of cancer beyond the well nearest the ever whispered world's pagan end; her tattooed sleeve described as her entirety being woven of the most hideous tangible hell shadow: Hope...

     They together sat before the vision enshrined, Whose granted all lip falsities service unto the herald of all madness whose only eternal momentarily given forecast is sin, Yet only warning was to be patient and balanced in the face of every unfathomable crime!

     As if the only ticket to life is turn the other eye...

In lieu of our participation in,
Forgoing will and courage
Foreshadowing all...
Blind eye to:
crime(s)

May I... Die I

Dismissed morals,

      Over compensating for a melancholy devil manipulated chameleon type-a kaleidoscope diseased image, Metaphoric legacy in the mirror seemingly ecstatic to be endlessly masked by a will of vengeance struggling through hope's narrow chalk unsung outlined deathly calm valley, Symbolic of eternity's unfathomable shadow of fear breaking down our will to prevail... Yet again!

In lieu of our,
Unforgiving memories

Hive Mind: Roaming Melodic Fingers I

Bitter piano themed vision,

     Requiem for this endless dream, Foretelling the bowing of all these angels born of defiled soil to a confident of our tainted will affection God of all crime(s) whose seemingly surprised to be endlessly telling stories of our failed hell ignition fortitude never won apathetically over by the angelic voices hidden beyond the wind, Screaming at our signal misreadings as we yet again pick another battle with an unforgiving regime woven by inhumanity's lack of discipline and admiration of greed, No spider's toxic bridge of silk needed, Into the green fires we walk willingly!

In lieu of our participation in,
A unified stance against!

Maleficent Condescension: Renouncing Halo's of Favouritism I

Cold renounced cosmos future,

    A strange algorithmic contagion dealt hand whose apathetic voice spoke life into the void... But forgot to pay an ounce of attention thereafter; As hangman cold noose hands throttles the hope from our unwilling to raise a single digit save the hate finger towards the skies known as heaven, In defiance of the illegitimate fate 99% of the world's been given, As if we've all been drafted into a methodical architect's scheme of reuniting the rich in the next life with their own greed, Suffering endless-spitefully in lieu of our master's next pacifist move.

In earnest anticipation of,
The day She answers.

Hive Mind: Dining on Fire I

Sustaining darkness,

      Addicting hypnotic rituals of a former glory, Performed by ominous patrons of an intolerantly blind fascist reflection in the mirror entitled g-d, Messages lent from an idle voice, Relinquishing administrative forecast rights to alter hope in the most idle atmospheric shadow clauses legitimately pretending to rule our lives, Such a breakable manipulative thread of consciousness too easily spread, Is it that we adore the agony of longevity and riches before death.

Before which all fades away,
Death

Hive Mind: Dining on Fire II

Love of the sustained darkness,
   
      Ritual performed by the reformatted war ominous partitioned incandescent os, Message relinquishing the requiem for our last sickening queen of all symbolistc greed exposed hearts enshrined in the divine hidden chemically damaging cruel thunderously honourless pilfering imagery, Speaking out of administrative designed prayer turn, Demanding an explanation or riches, In the eyes of the rats and monkeys furiously mashing broken will fist ideologies on type single finger minded writers behind the american 21st negligent hope dream, It's nearly all the unrecoverable sameness incarnation of reality, Missing is joy from the plagued apple of our inner heart's only wish(es) mind!

In lieu of our,
Incurables

Mexicanous Derivatous

Abusive pulse,

       Building a requiem for a vampire, Newly awoken Jesus dressed in flames, Burning water as oil in charcoal's place, Dreaming of praise from us denizens born of a guiltless novelist's unwritten phoenix dream we've disguised as a family's ruined earth palace to call home!

In lieu of our participation in,
A guessing game we're failing

Acid Wall II

Misery's contagious hope,

      Outstretched endlessly angelic in their dancing limbs searching for that hidden memory of a joyous second in life rebound, Fit to transcribe that altercation of fate described as complete heart ecliptic skipped a disillusioned beat after the thickest disregard of luck, A seemingly unseen appearance transcribed as a legitimate description of a caged butterfly's chance accidents, An unsavoury wingless intoxicated human on demon interaction recollected in deviant every night arising dream guild depiction, Evolving the scorpion pins and finger nail needles into twilight's unsung razor hatred eternal withstanding blades of writhing grass, A sea of fighting internally; Fighting for a new every waking to sleeping moment rewrite transcript.

In lieu of a f(r)iend's participation in,
Rape justified as...

Acid Wall

The furthest place from this moment,

     Is the unforgiveness of yesterday's name, Playing unrecord-over memories of yesteryear on repeat, A shoulder rarely checked glance our numerations now regret the ridicule of our willing neglect.

In lieu of,
Miserable brokenness

Maleficent Condescension: Hybrid Faith I

If I still believed,

     In the hallelujah, The virus continuum forecast to ever remain the same, Holy is a jest and the jester is devoutly insane, I might shave my heart like the internals of my head and watch the world united under threat of fire; Burn.

In lieu of,
That ending flame

Home World Sky I

God the delusion,

     Silent ant lonely as the most insignificant things, Devoid of battle or dignity, Surrendered long spiteful apathy ago to those who wound namelessly in the guiltless quickening sands of justified arrogance, In whose name they're relentlessly seeking, But the scrounging only occurs the invisible cloak of unadulterated yet hidden obtrusion: Shame.

In lieu of your tomorrow,
Defiled.

Her Black Wings: Death I

The invisible reprieve,

      Nothing was spoken in vain as the rage sweltered behind the onlooker's eyes... As mother's drown hope in the river of defiance; Named blood, Their children with swollen malnourished debts of joy bellies wept, Spurned on by the violent defiance of those who ignorantly horded bliss as they died of the simplest disease(s).

In lieu... Of

Hive Mind: Twice Silent I

And,

     The world becomes smaller, A piano's delicate comet vision suggestions remaining in the utter silence, Leaving every restless cobbled bone aching for hope beyond the lonesome inaudible sounds of the naked unresponsive night, That only the unendearing share: As one unforced cancerous error hidden as unmentionable human voices, Residing inside unfolding drops of tears echoing the restlessness of generations democratic scientifically reduced to pacifism formulating in clouds as endless unspoken pain, hiding as whisperings beyond words from the indignant sight of being renowned for nothing more than a circulated unvernacular response: The great weapon of willing stairs undisturbed as overbearing silence.

In lieu of formidable weaponry,
Used upon the peasantry..

Perilous Faith(s)

Can't tell us anymore,

     But it doesn't really agitatedly matter, Because we're in denial of what does... And the only thing more perilous than our common story, Is remaining deaf to the tears we bleed out before the end of this monolith that keeps us alive.

In lieu of our participation in,
De-constructing existence

Selling Honesty's Blood

Feel the night worm breathe, 

       Every menacing intention is a disciplined student of what's unnecessarily real, Feelings contractually inhibited of design to comply with the violence as the terror's fear enables authentic visions of overly simplistic atrocities, Woven examples of memories lived by the lesser delusionally living by hope under the greedy feet of a few.

In lieu of our implicit compliance,
Extraditing joy for gold.

Without Remedy... Only

Infectious binary roses,

       Walk blindly in decay, Towards the same escape inhumanity took, Disregarding the balance of hope for the illusive flame of greed that suckles all that remains of kindness inside.

In lieu of our participation in,

Redefining the fight... For nothing more than a smile!

Haunted roses shore,

       Found premature justice's criminal ocean infectious view explosion side, Distinctly broken, As a kaleidoscope of discarded grains of hope, Enslaved to the tide like sand, Risen from the tumultuous sea fauna, As blossoms of joy no longer isolated depths confined, A transmission sent as countless little tangent screaming things... Just to die, Intoxicated by hopelessness' ghosts, Born of a hallow extension of all that is fatal, Her name is on the winds beyond the well at the world's end, She is a sickness who befriended grief as to ruin the sorrows woven of its discipline, Inflamed was forgiveness before the end... As shouting stole the silence from the sky, An inspired culmination of ingredients spoken by the very last thing.

In li...eu... o...f.....
. . . 

Maleficent Hive Condescension: Path to... II

Blessed surrender,

     Within the machined smile baring shame's dishonest apology is discovered the marionette of pleading eternally dumb via the maintenance of various opiates, Hiding we're from the shining of truth's light, Wherein lies the near apathetic lonely hand of love, Left behind is the single digit five after the amputate of a carefully woven noose to leave one eye in the likeness of humanity: Blind.

In lieu of our disability,
Willingly walking in sickness
The heartache of greed overtake us!

Maleficent Hive Condescension: Path to... I

Blessed apology,

     Within the smile of shame is truth's harmony, Who will find her honest post willing blindness memories, For which countless of us have abandoned for a glimmer of unforgivable darkness, Wherein lies only the reckoning of greed's inevitable tragedy(s), We're held ransom dishonestly captive by our own ineffective choice of plight, To choose a soft darkness meandering path into oblivion's bliss over hope's cobble narrow stone noose our friends wove road trials. Because we chose a road unspoken of...

In lieu of whomever's participation in,
Redesigning fate.

Hive Family Mind: II

No longer a darling,

       Son... We've woken up to the news we've interpreted as truth; The product of its witness can't be confused, We've assessed the news chanted definitions of our heritage: You're antics are aligned with the dead... And now we'll evacuate all impermanent algorithms of hope out of your poetry and anything other than the pictures on the mantle that didn't originate within the apprenticed memory woven within the home wherein our lungs breathed empty air, Unoriginally we'll chant our hands to as pathetic clasps in pews fed the hypnotics of strangely dim poisons leading us to strangle and subsequently mute the tough claims out of your sonnets, Allowing us to consistently define ourselves by dismissing the realism taught by the slaughtering of love and vultures of honesty that you drove from your way of unified conformity home whispering every hope into a miracle happening before you die... Against which my artistic threat continued endlessly from the mouth until death to bleed, Accepted the shining secrets and darkness of society's pathological curse disguised as curse that prodigally reflected illegitimate light of mortality's unmentionable fixation with everlastingly reaching for the unreachable pinnacle of forever's totem unachievable on earth, a Wealth pole embraced so deeply that we interpreted every metaphoric verse and illusive chapter as the only product worthy of achievement in this life... And so we strived, Against shame and into regret!

In lieu of your participation in,
Pretending I wasn't... Me

Hive Family Mind: I

When you're dead,

       We'll mute the tough claims out of your sonnets, Dismissing the realism they bled, Accepting society's pathological curse to reflect the unmentionable fixation with everlastingly reaching for the unreachable pinnacle of society's totem wealth pole that we interpret as the only product worthy of achievement in this life...

In lieu of willing forgetfulness,
I never existed... Did I...?

Mending the Gimmick,

     Continuously abetting hope's destruction, Pretending our part in the impending end wasn't brought about by our cognitive dissonance to never recompense!

In lieu of,
Finality

The Little Things: Truth Surrender I

Notice of hate period on display,

     The rumours never sated by the dust of remorse or the mould of shame, Honesty had a bout with happiness and the white tangents we spout called lies, Won the day.

In lieu of chances,
We never took

Maleficent Condescension: Where Blows White I

Delicate battle,

      Ochre degrees of depravity's fire bend my swaying branches of my soul, Until I kiss the flames well known...

In lieu of the unknowing

Hive Mind: The Ungod Choice II

Unholy ghost,

     Eternal breath expulsion speaker of poison, A venomous his like cancer, Advocating pathetically hypnotic metaphors the servants who never ask why entitle hymns, Indoctrinated slaves wish un-subtlety to live forever, The future of other's doesn't matter, Trying to pray methodically on anything that might grant less suffering, Riches and avoidance of the only certain thing: Death.

In lieu of our participation in,
Worshipping as a hive
Wilfully  blind!

Hive Mind: The Ungod Choice I

Unholy ghost,

     Speaker of lies, A voice like cancer, Indoctrinating subtle idleness inducing metaphors, Whispering mummers of how the starving don't matter, That war is a distant apocalypse of other people's future, How desperate are the willingly religious blind, Worshipping phantoms of the rich colonized, The ones who...

In earnest anticipation of,
Unwritting history,
With Truth

Maleficent Condescension: She Said... Nothing Part I

Concealing Robbed Suspicions,

    With a jaw that hit the floor after falling off whilst entertaining problem's dinner rueful tiny singed bloody chest with an 'apocalypse you should have known was coming' voiced knuckle opinionated guests, Because heaven couldn't fathom itself bending to the hypothetical smile of a quizzical child pondering whether or hell's knot if the next life would contain the same difficult stack of rigged stats... No, infinity replied, I'll not sway! Not even to ease the gentle night conflict terrors of a small being... Dying too early, Alone bound by visitation no infection of hope spread to a gurney; From cancer.

In lieu of Her participation in,
Eternally watching.

Hive Mind: Concealing Robbed Suspicions I

Productive anger,

      Reinforced by the heart's exhumed never post op to amputate hate ending rage, Happily residing adjacent to hope, Whose noose is the anthem of our time: prejudicial assertions, greed mongering and idleness to crime, Where our decay resides, Awaiting shame's regretfully never came: Trial.

In lieu of our participation in,
The abyss chorus

Hive Mind: Closet Lost Affection I

Tormented plot,

     Social affliction status 'us' available, Subjugating the pleasantries, We're all nouns wrapped in linens of pain, Momentary white bandaged crosses gone limp in the vermilion rain, A tide of pathetically vacant psalms falling from her tears, Radiating the obsidian shame we regret not to feel.

In lieu of her participation in,
Simply watching...

Hive Mind: Today I

Sutures of Ignorance,

     Where joy lives, Sheltered in awareness' pardon for which we begged no forgiveness as our hope writhed as a victim; in cables, an endless noose of self wrought resentment.

In lieu of our participation in,
Detaching

Hive Decrepit Mind: Solitary Origins I

Honesty and ideals,

     Casualties of a one blind Russian man's single roulette catastrophe civil disturbingly patriotic war that left nothing but a bitter six catacomb feet lovelessly buried under, A sweet willow metaphoric tree for wilted dreams that never attempted to become reality, Not but a shadow of existence long hands never left his pockets demonized.

In lieu of our participation in,
All the watching

Hive Deteriorating Mind: Ageing Love I

I also misunderstand,

    Waiting on love's mourning, A grief and a gift, Validating suicide, Hand in blue deteriorating hand we're caught up the bottom side of strength's besieged castle, Hidden behind our family's true retirement penitentiary home colours where 40 years of anguish I waited at your side. Still this eroding memory of mine entitles the cause unknown.

     Tomorrow I'll wake and through hollow dissolved ungodly hope long deity lost, In the halls of my phantom action father's pacifist second home, Here I shall roam, Ridiculously indifferent, As not a shred of the past is left to be told, Lingering over the passing of uncharted time, For I remember nothing in front nor behind, Until the cursed death incident finds me attempting another day's suicide, Your ghost edition of hands still chained in ache to mine, For wherever you haunt, I too shall reside!

     Every scar remnant plasma rebirth rotting through my heart's throbbing mechanical chest were all memories of a last dying light to which I shall never wake up, Archaic are the legends of our ode, Boxes trapped in the depths of oblivion where no X shall ever mark our treasure's spot, May I soon follow your footsteps into shadow...

      What I've found, There's no difference between hell... And home.

In lieu of our participation in,
Growing... Dead.

Hive Mind: Seemingly Nothing I

The legends included in this issue,

    Aren't as complicated as they seem, Yet, In the end, I'll always say, That I'm sorry... Despite the misogynistic womb of false evidence that's made a home inside my mind, An eternal fantasy amidst flames palace from which I worship you, From the depths of forever and nothingness, Extravagant in idleness I exist as a formidably horrible being, One whose ignorance stifles the scholars; In living so in death, Until my last shall I exhume no grace until...

In lieu of our participation in,
Honouring... Love, Life... Or nothing!

Maleficent Condescension: Post Healing I

Secret perfume,

      Kings and Queens abandoned her to the finger tips of misery, Caught up in the strangely wicked lit majesties reeking divinely golden secret waftings of fun, Their story to be publicly told was that it was love...   But the essence of her unholy triumphs were profoundly known to the broken she attempted throughout history to make fiercely whole, As an archon unto her former glory was the light trapped behind the dim contagions of grey and black hiding the glory inside the casualty wreckage of her angelic eyes, Cast winglessly out as a meteor of hope wrapped in tumours of insurmountable hatred, She disguised herself as but dreams, For which we all look up.

In lieu of our participation in,
Seeking the... While blubbering 

Maleficent Hope: Lying to Prey I

Relief,

       Where once there was hope, Now only is there show and by her conflicts I abide, Awaiting my arrival at the stone bearing your thoughts, As the name written upon my heart, No longer do I love, No longer do I believe...

     The portraits of yesterday written in dishonest memory tell me tails only of perfection I should miss or how I should have always expected the worst, For a crimson fisted misunderstanding G-d has relinquished upon the two of us His thoughts, Love is a misdirection, A momentary relief painted as but an illness within us, To remember endlessly what we should always come to miss...

     For those who live... What else, Expected hope contortionists, We twist illegitimate profanities, Advent panorama contacts we annually reinvent, Despite being guided by every archetype of family attempting to lure us to comfort, Away from the honesty sorrow abides us by.

      As with the mirror unto the desert, There is no mirage... There is no escape.

      There is only to appreciate everyone and everything past, and in doing so change, In earnest anticipation that hope for what should have always been to become!

In lieu of our participation of,
Waking to appreciate others!

Maleficent Condescension: Forgetful Majesty I

Outstretched acoustics,

       Inaudibly the tongue dances in spite of the spirals of burning, Deep within, Finger tips have always grasped but never reached as amidst the music they float in the heavy air about, As they sway amidst the angels, Who're alone amidst you after curfew, G-d has bound love for an abandoned reincarnated anciently dim few, Whom all appear strange is the pathetic dead psalms that keep their vacant unsavoury memories alive, He left them as he left you, Alone... Amidst the wolves, Walking home in a sandcastling world he predestined to... After curfew.

In lieu of His participation in,
Forgetting the other half of Herself.

Maleficent Disinterest in Condescension: A Turning of Tides I

Bitter sermons of an outcast, 

     Rogue grammatically poetic errors half carted as if dead up from a hoarse and bloody frowning always since her genesis overly abused thrashed invisibly silent noose throat, Whose sermon was but a pathetic indescribable psalm of love no one but the intangible ghosts long historical legend clouds lost amidst nearly undisputed myths, Fear hath caused to arise; Angels, Time's only ineclipsble unreunitable whilst living lovers!

In lieu of their participation in,
Welcoming us post hope home!

Maleficent Condescension: Devoid of Compassion I

The Son is nothing,

      And G-d is but Abbadon's ghost, An astronaut floating lifeless through the vast contagion of oblivion left to breath on her own, Beyond doubt...He's been drifting amidst the shooting rummage, For stars are but the derelict bullets of space, Awry projectiles whose meaning escaped the gravity of salvageable capacity; For his meaningless conventions and illogically driven compulsions there is no excuse, Unto Him be all pathetic intolerable psalms be; Spoken in misunderstanding and disgust, For He rained no love but blood in worthless vengeance down upon us!

In lieu of His participation in,
An inexcusable existence!

14th's Love...

If I had remembered,

    The expression of a broken half hinged on healing heart's wish was poetry... Maybe the silence expounding as uncommitted failure of intelligence... or stupidity of a fiend shining in the cosmetic dark as a mechanism of goodness resonating in attempts to control the impact of wounds via calligraphy in fearless articulation, Morbidly healing as an unsolicited and abandoned forgery of a heart's crashed derelict convicted hope inhabiting the silent depths of... Hopefully we won't have to wait too romantically long to find out.

      Because the drunk called love is just waiting, ere so closely to stumble, Seemingly aimless, Through our heart's conversationally irrational in that very moment's version of events front uninhabited by security nodding their consent door. So smile, It's coming, Despite the irrevocable story given via a manipulative rental monetary profit expenditure tarot oracle card manipulating reader telling you it's a long road off... She's lying. Smile. Love's a coming.

In lieu of our participation in,
Becoming too comfortable with our lovers...
Subsequently... Farting.  

Maleficent Condescension: Hate's Coming Down I

Feel my teeth crack

In darkness I begin to sing

Weaving monstrous emotions

Once grounded from over listening

Forgetting all capacity to think

Just waiting for the betrayal

Of heaven's ever impending

Death comes for us all

All this theology

Pathetically quiet psalms

Muted deaf tones rumbling

Hummings of distressed angels

Hollow in unity and numb of accord

As our limbs are extensions of faith

Never reaching we grasp

But in dying

Assassinate your terror

Begin to translate the differences

Between conviction and homeless love

One moves with shameful results within

The other demands statistics

Memorized circumstances

Rarely heavenly

Feel Elijah's teeth crack

As in aching hopelessness

We in unison stung begin to sing

Breathing out monstrously ruled emotions

Illusions marketed as pulpit substance

A bribe for a grey woven bride

Whose dress is but rags

Used to dress...

All we deny

All this theology

Descended upon our deafness

Hearts lullabied into waking sleep

By Pathetic choruses of psalms

Mutedly we hummed in unison

As hollow robotic children

Responding to algorithms

We leave temples lifeless

As but walking tombs

Devoid of conviction

Never reaching

But in dying

Assassinate complications of terror

False translations of a dishonest syndicate

Relentlessly transcribing pacified convictions

Embedding little creeping theological promises

Keeping your discipline of earnest loyalty idle

Sleeping in memorized pathetic sentiments

Psalms disorganized to lead you wrong

Read in unified backwards context

Keeping ignorance strong

As one thou shalt sing!

Wherein resides your seed

Does it stain the remnants of your hope

Swaying loyalty amidst memories of mistakes

From shame's dishonest pacifism masked as pride

During sleep the walking dreamer resides

Telling you the water was never wine

To rise up and walk in honesty

As one of awakened hive

Seeking to improve life

For everyone!

Despite...