Saturday, December 30, 2017

Thrilling Entrapment II

Aquarium of infamously dust mighty intention mongrels,

     Hovering misogynistic willingly believed psalms blind, Un-manipulated be the ever present internal witness bearing our discoloured visionless traffic inner white transient algorithmic eye, Never orphaned by the infinite forces are the followers of stigmatic weaponized lord of all liar's picturesque theme, Gorgeously silent vagabond faith bystander of eternity's potential judgement is a thrill when you wear the rich narrative!

     Sworn to follow until panic's curse is out of breath, In devlish league with a now famous entitlement is a dying man's obsolete psalm's jungle anecdotal labyrinth, A dreamt up souvenir of pride held forever in our fringe couch entertainment is interaction realm entitled heaven where our fortune pretends to live, Surviving on lust over which the vagrant opinion chorus essence of following anyone who'll silent-de-materializes the importance of love's every energy impression, A bleak keep benign hope sake unimpressionable future the contested amaurotic homeless mendicant eternally nomadic menagerie, An ensemble begging against surviving amongst the diverse horde, Desperate reverie lost apostles!

    Uncontestedly impressionable transit goal only momentary ashes of belief's divisive and half bent dishonest ascent knee cemented heritage, Undivided hymn united invisible oncoming prospective orcs whose accent is vibrant lethargic nurture based in G-d's sanity ragamuffin-humanity, Wrought in panic's universality, An eternal hallelujah chanted syndrome, Manufactured within the uncontested flood of greed's lingering self over anyone else is an molestable imp importance noel ballad centered unwittingly sung eulogy, A requiem becoming nature!

In lieu of our participation in,
Silencing our own endlessness!

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Thrilling Entrapment I

Dust omen orphans,

    Willfully misogynistic blind yet un-manipulated followers of stigmatic themes, Over which the vagrant opinion chorus nature of follow anyone who'll lead de-materializes the importance of love's every energy impression, There is no miscarriage for the narrative of greed in which hope shall find a single obtuse moment's forlorn countable digit reprieve.

In lieu of our participation in,

Sunday, December 24, 2017

A Drifter's Winter Revelation II

Weaponized silent truth's vagrant nature porcilain masculine (k)night,

     A junglized bent imp knee narrative, Arranged chorus begged for the wry gridlocked anecdote theme of manipulated fringe youth future orphans, Transient motifs of monitized derivitives, Shit status distorted malested dream's , Hiding the ashes of a flame whose energy is worn as self emphasis, On a sleeve whose hearts lost the archaic filth of absolute's importance, Love's just a matrix of wicked translucent heritage's nature to be un-nurtured-lost-nature-sanity horded pride influence to forget in overbearing traffic, Emotions use positivity alone to cause panic, Honesty's lonely cremated oceanic death ballad says nothing could be further from the dust we're formed in! 

     Truth's a f*ck we're not giving to anyone or thing other than the importantce of present gifts we're unwrapping benign boxes of guttersnipe futures, Safe from the confrontation within our incubus delusional war front of our misguided selfish mirror only influenced self emphasis impression, Souvenirs of our long dignity lost portions, Xmas perverted miracle bowed savage hearts wishing only for a larger portion, God oh 'Lord' we weaponize Your grace only for prayer's better us than them fortunes, Please... 

     Cement our impressionable eternal misharnessed savage all hive intellect products of humanity's energies honed in synonym alignment unto masculinity's higher terror owl archy view of relevance,  Thrilled at the misfortunes of mis-unplanned-alignment families whose chronological landscapes screams eternal aimlessness, Just another heritage of augmented shapes wrough of water's immenent wages are unflexible yet contracted for abused employability; A circular narrative of grime wrought by dollars, oil, G-d and The Amerikkka's intentsions to impose humanity's immenent curfew.

In lieu of...
Our buying,
Into this nature,
A breeded hatred. 

Friday, December 22, 2017

A Drifter's Winter Revelation

(Un)Weaponized truth,

     Awakened humanity paternal vagrant ashes of the energy worn on love's archaic dust mighty lost importance, A sleeve tattooed with two desperate british fringe imp digits held infinitely high as an eternal fuck of transient harbinger message to life's famous porcelain horded unimpressable gravity of influence from which there is no reprieve, From the evils of inherited spite infused lineage status born naratives; Held as absolutes!

In lieu of,
An Xmas f*cking miracle.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Me... (un)Too... #unqualifiedtospeak III

Let's triumphantly establish,

      A me too apocalypse of men's shameless ignorance curfew, Howling insignificant virtuous flame  held accountable for the drowning humiliations they are wanton in the most harbinger distant fantasy that hell intends for them an unrelenting and infinite darkness to recognize, For their insufferable toxic inhumanity crimes!

In lieu of our established humanity,
Woe to our future,
Our existence...!

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Me... (un)Too... #unqualifiedtospeak II

Let's dishearteningly establish,

         A me too curfew for the inaudible howlings of our woeful truths, Withheld from testimony because insignificant defiant of equality men support the horrific notion that not even the most angelic choir can motivate a judge or jury to see that 'an invisible action unreported... isn't a crime,' Tragedies the virtuous flames of an unapologetic hell are held by shameless men in darkness as the unfamiliar faces of corpses that align an ending of fear riddled by a disclaimer of none-sense, Their ignorance and actions the true daily harbinger to our peace delinquency of a vast subordinate or else... Conscience,  Accountable unto not a single note of witch their craft whispered into action-ability unto anyone and is subsequent absolutely to blame, Wanton ingrates rife of honest abilities to recognize, That even in the most infinite flash forward or backwards fleeting illogical remote moments ruined in sleep's most unfathomable visions: They're the nightmare!

In lieu of our anticipation of,

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Me... (un)Too... #unqualifiedtospeak I

Let's finally establish,

      A me too curfew, Ending the howling mistrust of a problematic misogyny held as a virtuous flame by shameless men accountable for nothing they achieved in villainy, Either by light or by under cover of the invisible dark... They're living trust disasters, Wanton in the remotest to recognize that they are indeed: The embodiment of a persistent living nightmare!

In lieu of our participation in,
The ongoing dialogue a finality!

Sunday, September 3, 2017

It's past curfew
Oh tilted dream
Wherein I'm yet again angry
An unkept prisoner of sleep
Honestly waiting disgrace
In a prison of memory
Dishonest aptitudes
Writhing to kill
Any peace

Saturday, September 2, 2017

The tattooed heart on my epidermis sleeve
Has lost the vibrant pigments of any happy glow
 And it vigilante hurts as if long past curfew when I breath
Still I meander off to sleep awaiting on another blind tomorrow
A faceless epidemic threat beyond nightmares dethroning my hope
Just another monumentally disastrous uneventful day 
Thankfully I'll just stay hidden in doors
Where nothing but silence happens
Wherein slowly faith bleeds
For if family disowns
What loves is there
For me...?

Friday, September 1, 2017

Every day...
Another great day
To stay behind closed doors
Where the volumes of silence consume
The last happy note of a long discontinued happiness 
As this heart bleeds straight tattooed off this sleeve
Metaphor for the hope dying within willingly
How long till suicide can it be...
When a family has disowned
Does love exist... 
For those like me?

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Continuous tilted dream
Writhing happy pains within
     Angry unopen single groveling cyclopes eye
Kilowatts measure the algorithms of your tears
Never shed invisibly seething and imaginary
Harbinger frets of hopes daring to scream
Disgracing the night as terrors
We wake in puddles of...
Fear; preying upon us
As if we could hide...
From anything
Even the most dishonest mirror
At a moment's weakness reflects our pains
When the courage we portray all but...
Fades... To shadow
Cryptically measured
In light's hidden watts...
As questions disguised as temperate Minotaur 
We cannot ever begin to escape

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Conceptual Faith Algorithm, 

      Potent omni search pacifist light existence, Watch silent orbiting space tower hiding beyond sight, The acknowledged broken amongst the decadent portrayal of faithfulness transcribe every lonely dark wept tear as a query unto You... Nought more than... Seemingly; Dust, For Your very silence in each moment is empowers our ongoing disaster, For which none are born or nurtured to be ready, To stand against Your painfully stacked yet disintegrating nature...!

     For Your portrayal of the first Eternal that wrote upon each ghost a single, significant, all purpose be unto it's discovery, no need for an answer question... What about us...? Why are you only watching... The monetary first faithfully abandoned empathy rich unto atrophy of debt or made upon the backs of debtors are blind ever so willingly to the entire world near entirely bled slit prayer knocking at the end of hope's broken happiness' disaster ever heart bleeding off the wrist after... 

       We've given every breath to the annihilation of that interwoven question... What about us. The awakened to... Breath, Why must some of us starve, be extinguished by darkness' more horrific trials of anarchy within a sexual encounter... What about... The rest of us... Whose curfew is proclaimed by a debt our very breath did accrue...?! 

     Equality is but a voice nature no longer nurtures, An epidemic yet the very answer less than half the empowered earth transcribe to, Because apathy is a sickness, Not the most necessary... Appointment of acknowledgement that possibly won't come before the end... Of us...!

In lieu of our first harbinger world participation in,
Watching as G-d does...
In silence  

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Infinite: Chorus I

Our infinite ocean
Is both a black & blue sea
Bruised by unkindly metaphors
Like the faces of transgender
Half mortal... 
Half light hidden consequence...
Threatened... Is...
Every woman under potential suicide 
Living under threat of shadow
By a masculine hyper scene
Glorifying her sexuality
Plotting her rape
Is a storm

Saturday, July 1, 2017

'Home Day... Isn't Home Anymore...'

Dying behind this seat,

     Exo-long-dead-skeleton writing because of love's daily metaphor for light, Thriving upon the face whose only wish is for death's unimpeded hopefully accepted in... Door. If all I've been is a serpent, So be all this poetry, If something more... May those who read be... More than me...!

In lieu of,

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Amnesty shelter,

     Tolerance consciousness bunker harbouring a dreadnought existence, Thriving in the silence...

In lieu of,

An age of change
For all equality!

Monday, June 26, 2017

Writing against time's grain,

      Every second is a battle self holocaust un-esteemed anorexic game not-very-well-shakenly played, Poetry is my outlet and it is my shame, I write to share that which extinguishes my unauthentic hope to continue existing, Day by nearly dying day... For I am nothing if not a serpent striving to love; You!

In lieu of our participation of,
Many hopeful tomorrows,
In your ignorance,
Ride the waves,
Of bliss,

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Who She Loves: 'Leave the Label Blank...'

My religion don't like you,
      and she likes everyone... 
Except the demons who only love themselves
Those who exile all positive emotions
Evaluating only to enslave
Harnessing hearts
Only to leave

Always on the roam
Leaving craters of negative impact
Timing moments of solace right
Never looking behind...

In lieu...
Of the Serpent

The G-d...

Saturday, June 24, 2017

I... She... We...

  Based pet love name ever given, Because we're aware of the discrimination and violently thriving subversive metaphor shaking the LGBT and any unto all striving for stability couple once two wishing to become... The relevant storm that shall always be an everlasting autumn's battle against which hope never transcribed us wings!

In lieu of,
The storm
That shakes 'we.'

Friday, June 23, 2017

She... I... We...

       Babe, The most affectionate between the two of us non-gender based pet love name ever given, Because we're aware of the discrimination and violently thriving subversive metaphor shaking the LGBT and any unto all striving for stability couple once two wishing to become... The relevant storm that shall always be an everlasting autumn's battle.

In lieu of...
Love's most...
Honest metaphor
Coming true...!

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Have you ever heard...

       Her call you by your truest name; 'Babe', The most affectionate pet genderless all encompassing metaphoric name given effortlessly on behalf of... The most honest love anyone could hope to post numb of hope for anything better than a serpents lonely whispering torment; Afford...

In lieu of...
Tilted metaphors
Written by others
Instead of us...!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

She... I... No 'he...'

       Babe, The most affectionate pet genderless name given effortlessly on behalf of... The most honest love anyone could afford...

In lieu of...
What no wish can afford
Hope's most earnest tangents
Written for the best metaphor
What love is...
Love is...!

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Strangeling apparatus,

     Dishonest memory deceive throttling truth's haunting lonely silence until... unfixably crowned by selfishness' every wish moment: Dead.

In lieu of...
Closing a chapter
On this burning vapour
We call life!

Monday, June 19, 2017


    The unbridled hand that beats me; Us, Until we're unprecedentedly united as black and nonpartisan blue.

In lieu of,

Preying to the Lonely

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Approach the echoes,

      Confront the dishonest shadows wrought by silence behind my eyes, Ruthless counter hope Jesus(es) ruling the night! Making promises of misery despite addictions respite, There is no shelter behind closed eyes!

In lieu of,
The nether...
Behind the North Wind!

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Entombed violence,

     Epidemic of inequality; Masculinity described it's awakening as vengeance for all the volatile land that hope had over the years reclaimed, This tangent is His disgustingly re-imagined time fateless capacity to reason with 'anything' line wrought without guilt bought by greed's conservative line!

In lieu of,
The future...
We write for our children!
For which we're willingly blind: to blame

Friday, June 16, 2017

Dissolve: Beauty's Metaphor

Age is beauty,

      The longer we breathe so too elongated is the problematic serpent metaphor that continuously beats... me, us, we! Distinguished black spray and blue painted bruises mark our hearse mirror apocalyptic reflected face unfulfilled in this age of perfection or...

      The storm that beats our hope... Today... Is a unified selfish-worth personified as silence... onto the acknowledgement that any moment or... Them all... That which shapes us is and should be valued! Each acclaimed grave without a firefly roaming as a caring light above the line of fate under which we've been given the personification of ghostly defeat, Simply because our age is reflected... Without make up or the bottle: Honestly.

In lieu of our participation in,
Not judging one another...
Until we're each other!

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Watching you slay,

      Isn't make be fateless leaves, falling... It's purely unstaged conviction of identity!

In earnest anticipation of,

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Epidemic breath,

      Entombed lungs destined to inhale... The phoenix capability to air battalion of vengeance born roam as waves flourishing against the depravity of masculinity's single hateful selfish minded voice.

In lieu of...
It dying...

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


     Would follow me through every valley, But never unto death, A subscription of life flowing vowed existence through, To exist side by paralysed side despite the horrors wrapped around our throats, Before an army of ghosts I persist without doubt, For she is the most successful choice ever made in this short hopeless term of life ever beyond any measure of qualms made, she is the essence that arms my hope to within heart reside.

In lieu of,
Her return

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Monday, June 12, 2017

Amnesty post unimaginable holocaust shelter,

     Blind was the tolerant bunker harbouring a dreadnought conscience, Thriving in the silent existence purveyed by the guilty camouflaged equality pleasures unto which hope won't give up the inevitable tempest's  adulterated shackled consistently unadaptable offensive fight...!

In lieu of our...
Participation in,
Going nowhere...!

Religiously sculpting.

       A descent into the culprit's negligence to answer, Poetically transcribing the decaying ceaseless mortgage responses never amended by the Great Beyond unto whom we bend a paper clipped knee and glass fire woven hand to pr(e)ay....!

In lieu of,
Equality of response!!! 

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Empowering the most complicated excuse, 

       Preying for the Harbinger to grant redemption, After each victim was denied their wish for continued existence... Debt is an unapologetic demon, Praising the death of any who leave in their wake an heir to the receipt of damaging credit they're now entrusted vow of credit to...! Oh heartless vendor of reckoning, There is no hope for you!

In lieu of,
Getting what's coming...! 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Crows at the helm,

     Pecking at the endless tide of lidless eyes, An unforgiving landscape of those rotting without grave, Carrion birds digesting every ounce of hope amidst the throbbing bellies of worms whose existence amongst the dead echoes greed's wish for another's demise... On behalf the rain which falls on behalf of those who willingly blind praise the leader whose attempting merely not to drown...

In lieu of,
A monstrosity leading! 

Friday, June 9, 2017

Burning all hopeful seeds down,

     Contagion methodology of those who can no longer dream...

In lieu of,
Wishing away a mental hell

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Darling you've changed....

     I know you're thinking the worst, But everything about us and definitely you... Is good! With every cloudy breath I attempt to show you my thoughts, But I'm merely a broken post anorexic clock, Ticking away at life; but not a bomb! However, You've been exposed... Amidst our love the realisation hit: without you I can't find a single hope of breath to live...

In lieu of,
Your return!

Wednesday, June 7, 2017


    In hopeless cannonball stead of competing; For life as uninspired as this... I dreamt as a moth retiring into a suicidal premise, Wishing to reawaken as some tangible being that can survive lives quest!

In lieu of,
Butterflies & Demons!

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Every trying time,

      We did a take the dragon appeared; Differently the conflagration of her words spouted significance as holocaust in reversed compassionate flames!

In lieu of her,
In us all...

Monday, June 5, 2017

Voiceless silhouette,

      How you've changed, You thriving fiend of an addict! I used to know you, hero; Whose power was rage wrought from shame; born in the shadows!

In lieu of,
Light striking

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Vaguely half drawn guns,

     Eyes adapting a partiality build on misunderstanding's more wishful being pariah echoes, As a harbinger screaming tolerance of that which empowers the ever feeding ego of tolerance's most illegitimate echo: an overly potent & greedy masculine societal self failed diagnostic circumferencing identity of wrath that bestows any measure of harm unto all that do not willing and wholly bow their every long first 24 dark hours churning into years of their lives unto the regime unto which they are succumb unto death to watch thrive!

In lieu of...
Waltzing on greed, 
One day!
Before the end...

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Vaguely opened eyes,

     Pariah scream a misunderstood echo of a societal self failed diagnostic circumferences of a whole they've willingly ignored through the long first 24 dark years that've felt as hours of their life!

In lieu of...
Instead of withdrawing

Friday, June 2, 2017

Time a prison,

       Holding the pulse that is an invisible phantom beneath my blemished skin captive(d), By the mere echoes of yesterday('s), Dreams of throwing the towel at life! Threatening a vigilant landscape of violent language as a rebuke to the world! As she's owned and subsequently; No longer a shelter!

In lieu of...
Treating our earth,
As our home...  

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Time the seemingly carnivorous entity,

     An immortally silent omnigender compassionless eternally dedicated unto impartiality predator; Never picking or deciding simply arriving humble as a twilight shadow at each and ever lifetime's beautifully untempered house whose lights grow evermore strangely with each passing grim... For dim is everything for a period, After loss...!

In lieu of our participation in,
Losing one another...
But striving onward,
Denying theft of memory

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Time the harbinger,

     A silent immortal predator to which there is no shelter, All pulsating echoes within humming as beacons of life grow evermore strange kaleidoscope apparatus dim with each moment the hour demon glass's sands fall towards the end of all... This is the agreement we all share; in life!

In lieu of our,
United participation in...
Changing the world for better,
Or worse.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017


     The silent predator to unto which the beacon of all life's pulse grows evermore strangely dim; In Her wake; We disappear! 

In lieu... 

Monday, May 29, 2017

Every sleepless night,

      Is a screaming physical tangents of eyes swinging relentlessly transcribed emotions as bruises left as shame described as an accident upon the lives of those... Who're supposed to matter beyond those awake and wondering outside... The 'protection' of this... A shelter!

In lieu of,
Better Humans
Existing as husbands!

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Her Again... II

Darling you've,

      Changed me beyond all the faithless darkness woven from the eclipsing Demon up hierarchy of greed above!  A relief at the healing beyond that which could ever be but lonely expectations greets me at the dawning of every new day!

In lieu of...
Her chameleon celebration of equality's struggle
To exist & to survive!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Her... Again! I

Darling you've changed....

      Me and I have only relief at the healing, You're the sun and I am but the waves breaking in the twilight rays of forlorn skies!

In lieu of...

Friday, May 26, 2017

Every night's...
      A terrorist's personification of shores wherein anyone within the shelter is afraid; to sleep...

In lieu of... A dream, 
For a home where every wife
Whose husband exists...
Can sleep without these echoes!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Every night's terror,

      Is a conviction born of an abused into abusive human being thriving on that which withers from the phantoms of its decay, Hatred inspired by a prison of silence unwilling to stand... Until it could not any more... Crippled by wounds for which there was no magical help emergency trap line door to last dial stand call!

In lieu of,
Giving thanks...
For being alive
Standing up to...
Death in your lover's eyes!

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Every night is a terrorist,

      Abusive humanity thriving on that which withers from his decay, Hatred of a father inspires all that succumb to his mother; A prison...

In lieu of,
Discovery before death!

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Tomorrow G-d,

    Will be unnamed and gone, We're entirely over hopelessly whelmed by every invisible yet to come day's shadow looming over us as doubt we believe to be set entombed as our fate in stone by an entity who cares for those...

In lieu of;
Finding hope's flame!

Monday, May 22, 2017

All the usual,

    Shadows reside in the residual dark amidst light prison, As phantoms given inaudible names by the fate we establish them, Granted by our imaginary fate unto hope whose doubt is fear, guilt and the echoes of yesterdays shame by which we justify the visions we personify!

In lieu of,

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Your (N)ame,

     Is a metaphor for the taste of every pill, illicit dosage or bottle that pulled us to the floor, A vigilant serpent throttled your wrists for our very name as you sought to extinguish our doubtful existence as death faithless row does to the hopeless; Despite the ocean's endless tide of abounding guilt as a noose of invisible shame!

In lieu of,
Hating You tomorrow,
As I did today!

Friday, May 19, 2017

We where ghosts!

      The shells of our former selves; Around out necks! As we've existence found no acceptance or subsequent healing for the eternity of breaking occurring as an ocean inside!

In lieu of,
Calmer seas...

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Aspire to my hidden,

     Clark everyone knew him in the light of every singe evaporating self amidst the hidden yet inspirational identity, The sad infinite moment of my reality is I changed; For everyone!

In lieu...
Of questioning
The foundations of relationships and subsequently: Acceptance!

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Aspire to my hidden,

     Clark everyone knew him in the light of every singe evaporating self amidst the hidden yet inspirational identity; No one really had faith, hope, love or time for the reality that was... Me.

In lieu of...

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Investigating the inaudible,

     Naked unbound song of the damned whose prayers are spoken without speaking or hearing, As a song upon the majestic voice of She who silently exists beyond the North tainted hope wind... Her silence is the very echo of everyone whose ever died and not returned; Looking fatefully back upon all that which was lost... Their prophetic calling for unity and the acknowledgement of that which we've been for centuries battling between the despicable cause of apathy and the convictions of shame! Disavowing the truth... That the problem everlasting has and forever will be; Us!

In lieu of our participation in,
Throwing our middle finger to the Sky!

Monday, May 15, 2017

Wearing my heart...

      As a bleeding tattoo underneath both sleeves, Colour dealt as guilt's devoted ink woven over scorch everlasting self hatred until death inflicted marks.... No longer necessary, I adore unto love that which the mirror reflects as me. Despite the wounds fire, knives, various blades & nooses have inflected upon that which is left remnants of spitefulness over; That which is entitled by the one that loves... Me, Besides me...!

In lieu of finding...
Of self. 

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Shadows of those lost,

     Phantoms prowling tonight's dream return, Open your eyes, Promises of remembrance thrive in waking life... Especially of the lost who're no longer with us in life...  But we linger, Staring at the fruitless for every voice shouting until bloody for a response left thirst and dry, As G-ds tolerance for despicable inaction unto the world's nearly over starving, For which whom the ghost who haunt our dreams are born from death into our every sleep unto wake caption of living!

In lieu of His donated inaction,
Unto everyone but...
Those who defile prayer
As they cry for more of Greed's drug.
Longing as they stand over the sand castling beds...
Of those who lay dying.
Willingly blind to acknowledging...
That the problem always was...

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Your Every Name is a Metaphor,

     Exonerated from shame. Though the personification of guild should be the very description of your capitalised noun, Thou art everlastingly shaking hands with all that is greed's all joy once known is nearly lost encompassing evil, For you... 'You,' allow all the definitions of starving to pursue hell upon our hope(s).

In lieu of You...
Participating once again!

Friday, May 12, 2017

Saw her gently,

     Mercy for all our insignificant eternity bound to her prayer scared hope numb of everything but martyrdom knees; no spiteful of greed longer mumbling into the darkness on behalf of humanity... Only wishing beyond EVERYTHING silent response forever stage might end. 

For death is worth it...
In countless moments

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Saw forgiveness...

    On her prayer numb knees, Vacating every evaporated hope breath into the cosmos from the clouds upon which she wept.

In lieu...
Of whatsoever

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Review introspection,

      A phantom kaleidoscope hallucination thriving in our every most secretive dream, We're hiding as wolves or everything... From being found spite-to-greedily out; By any faction of humanity.

In lieu of affection,
Finding us...
Despite faults!

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Speak of the noise,

      A phantom knot thriving inaudibly as our every hidden depression... Inside, We're preciously hiding shame as if it's our most destructive-unknown source of the secrets that will eventually shine.

In lieu of acceptance,
Beyond our oceans...
Of guilt we hide!

Monday, May 8, 2017

Reacting to the faithless,

     All hope was significantly lost at birth realists disregarding the recycled joyously hidden minstrel of everyone's meaning is involved in with one a disappearing another's embrace of preposterous dreams, Living as frowns & furrowed brows instead of resolute compassion... For their eternity!

In lieu of your participation in...
The above poem. 

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Today was rough,

      But it wasn't this day or the apocalypse; at least for me... No one died and the world remained relatively the same! At least for me... I can't say much about you, Because in this world the news travels as fast as only what people pay viral attention to...

In lieu of,
Caring more!!!

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Extended continuous visit(s),

     Losing out on the faith amidst anorexia fjords that consume the flesh off my withering hollow at hope's cost bones,  Compensated by the mirror's reflected domination of illusion's twisted implications paint a reality without hope, acceptance which is love's shelter...!

In lieu of my participation on,
Starving myself unto;
A near death awakening!

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

You speak of moderation,

     But bestow silence and death in abundance... without remedy, Another night malnourished greed mare, Not a great steed but dreams kept hostage to a waking regime of ransomed hope held forever out of even imaginations sight captive!

In lieu of Your participation in,
Giving up on our bargain...
To participate!

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Staring into dead observance,

     Dreaming of the most unintelligible thought doors opening beyond outwit the gardens of oblivion wherein only the most silently ancient stars reside in silence!

In lieu of our willing assimilation,
Unto willingly witnessing blind hatred...
Our most grievous sin was ever,
Said silence!

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Self Aware & Hating It...!

All these words,

       Are beyond the very existence of all hope for my every desire, Should I die walking to the market for apples, There be no Eden... I shall be the very most remote light of belated source of youth's contest with age's progressively unrecognisable wise salt & the mirror's peppered happiness, Each contrast is hidden in the darkness of my every waking blinds cousin to sleeps dream.

In lieu of my participation in,
Taking down G-d.
For equality's progress
For She does not abide everyone
Only those whose dulcet tones
Share His ignorance to our decomposing miserably unshaken resolve to exist momentarily as beauty

Friday, April 7, 2017

At war with the phantom,

      unforgiving is the view beyond the future's invisibly locked hybrid consciousness wish for something better door...

In lieu of our desire(s),
For equality & cures

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Not all,

      But some...


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

If not for hatred...

     The pariah existence that is the neglected oceanic world of these words would long hopeless fate ago committed themselves to an unmendable timeless soon to chalk invisibly be a slit outlined nearly imaginary impression of naught but nail bitten wrists, Whose fate was designed by a G-d to whom only the most ignorantly ambitious towards altruism save the empowering greedy of all inhumanity's nurtured phrases set in every since childhood is a crime to speak your mind speeches... Yet the most revered saints are those who hated G-d, As I do!

    Wanting to see You, as much as proof of none-existence, How could this world have an hope for an equal future while we believe in miracles granted by You. Miracles of money, health and power whilst the powerless of heritage momentarily adapt to the savage earth as it sandcastles beneath their suffocating bare of ravaged flesh skinned feet accomplished is belief in a world where our best defence is a pulsing defiance to embrace ignorance. 

In lieu of our eternal slumber,
Waking to realise...

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Take me as a mole,

      Describing the secrets of self... To everyone who'll give ear to the loneliness that's haunting the ghost only frontal cone reflected in the mirror: Never sideways, A ghost anorexically drowning, In a vision never to be manifest of self... Acceptance hiding on the other side of humanity's unknowns: Obstacles to which my hope drowns.

In lieu of our...

Ambitiously neglected altruism 

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Sleep talks,

     In the inaudible reflected silence of the midnight obsidian soul, Prolonged is this proverb from what my mother bed she hated me story illegitimate child - not still born prayed - time unrescued by hope told... No one ever said a moment of my existence was lovely: Only that I should be in pain; That I should bastard insecurities eternal hurt...

In lieu of lost sentiments,
Lay me down...!

Monday, February 20, 2017

Drowning vampires,

      Losing out on sourcing their own faithless anorexia fjords of vanishing blood, Ever consuming the flesh off their own own wished they were born dead hollow of hope's unrepairable  marrow tricked into existing within bones,  Compensated by the mirror's non-reflect as they wish for an eternal closure of constantly villainous seeking eyes.

In lieu of what listens,
To all our secrets in shadow

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Elusive noise,

     Message in a bottle carrying a single forget me please eternally name, Nought meant to be spoken: But just in case... Bottle up the hatred and let the ocean conquer as it washes the sand infused glass carrying the jink of abandonment away.

In lieu of,
Looking back,
To forget!

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Undeniably invisible content,

      Rarely holocaust unto millions of calloused prayer folded bent will hands extended, Vampires masquerading as butterflies play a better chance at survival's existence part; Than those who exist as misshapen karma ode never kaleidoscope of any languages spoken from Eternity's unshining joy mistakes born already most maliciously not worth saving... dead!

In lieu of the loss...
Of what He never fought for.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Doubt... I

Holocaust wishes drown, 

     Karma Stalin reincarnated euphoria epidemic of fear requiem dream mongering, President of the daily everything inevitable in our lives, We're going... To submit & continue to demon's of equality seek... Ever drowning.

In lieu of our submissivocity,
In silence

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Epitome of decline,

      Self radical alignment with all that's shattered from hope's lost but possibly never found prophetic neglect, Grace's motivations were ultra goddess'impressive fashionably tangled with our marionette wishes for nought but greed, A conquest we've eternal uncontrollably been enamoured with it's every hatred day forecast of avarice on display in the mirror we willingly believe taste of... Gold.

In lieu of our appeasement, 
To all we continue to get over...!

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Justified Scrambling II

Last piano extended call visit,

     Starvation hope recycled endless hymns cast hypnotic strangely dim lit kaleidoscope down never reassured humanity's heart bound secret that equality was bound to thrive in our life, Time outside spent consuming all we could justify... Nothing despicable clarity else even began to matter.

In lieu of our wishing,
Coins at a well toss...

Monday, February 13, 2017

Justified Scrambling I

Extended visit,

     Losing out on the faith provided by the anorexic overlord consuming the flesh off my bones before the mirror's malnourished kaleidoscope future grave, Compensating the scale dominated with a loathing like no spiteful other, Whispering issues like a pastor from a hope derelict pulpit straight into the starvation noose.

In lieu of,

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Doubt... II

Holocaust wishful chorus drowned, 

     Amidst the after-ever-fateful-lasting karma's inevitable wicked sick institution of vengeance, Stalin reincarnated: Hitler conspiracy alive theory revitalised: Trump inaugurated amidst infinitely preached untruths, A euphoria of neglected evidence lead epidemic to a fearful requiem dream sleep mongering over our every shoulder... Until we in silence willingly submit to die, President of the daily everything inevitable now harbinger controls our half-kindred-hope-hearted lives, We're going into unbridled complacency, This is the arbiter of every regime... Our sleepography 1st global demographics to all that empowers the obscene. 

In lieu of our...
Nerves to endure! 


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 stone became unwilling unless by day to walk less than half an attempt of every pumping inch of their amputated heart's courage to crawling through the mire away...

In lieu of the distance,
Between two who were once...

Friday, February 10, 2017

Angry Familiar Skies IV

Defused tolerance within project,

     Striving to empathy withhold, Stared too desirable long at inhumanity's spite, A template handed hatred down until equality's destructive vengeance purpose was beyond redemption, Thriving in our willing neglect, Avarice had nearly won without a shred of voluntary shame held towards our doubt, Thriving on a trick act we're said to have won, Greed has globally haunted our inattentive desire to manifest... Empathy, Towards our fellow; Anyone!

In lieu of our blindness,
Doubt has not forever,
Knocked us down... 

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Angry Familiar Skies III

Defuse intolerance,

     Look around at your fellow willingly sleeping witnesses,  Scrapped have they the starved equality living parade mandate they have, Thriving under greed's regime of hope's doomed forever ode neglect, A song woven into their every devil's unmentionable blood advocate circulating within the letter written from the Origin to the soul from the breath of conception's end...!

In lieu of pretending,
We're better than...

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Angry Familiar Skies II

Defused tolerant view,

     Looking spitefully around at the hand me template down nearly vengeance never redeemed forgotten memories desiring all humanity to break under the impressions of the kill endless joy ache that exists within us all... Day forever dreaming of equality.

In lieu of our wicked,
Greed sickness...

Monday, February 6, 2017

Angry Familiar Skies I

Denounce inequality's intolerance,

     Look shamefully around at your fellow darkened hope witness, Perusing the same arrogant scraped starving off the pavement's left remnant over living as their children starve within torn families whose single last digit parent consumes nothing for her daily meal but rage; At the unpredicted endless daily hurdles unto death she is to face! In the quiet she heaves, Throbbing temples into empty hands, Devoid of apparent humanity, Dissolved of any esteem and frantic to retrieve a moment's lost seemingly for unaided ever unto her fellow man, They're an abusive enemy: Blindly thieving of her dignity, Despicably watching in willingly blessed ignorance's curse.

     As yet... Another family crumbles into disarray.

In lieu of pretending,
All is 'ok.'

Sunday, February 5, 2017


     Giving licence to their mongering words, Lost of love & compromised by hate's every spread of cost, Belligerently adored are the demons that inspire separatist divisions, Hopeful minority death unreported toll future driven holocaust of hope decisions... Are those made by the trampling of inequality's worshipped death forget the toll feet, No number matters: Just a desired outcome. 

     White: Masculine: Contagious religion spread to everyone: Inspiring false tolerance: A regime of illegitimacy, Overcoming all too easily, A future that could... Momentarily less; Be!

In lieu of our,
Silent digression,
Into oneness  

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Once Told: Twice Hidden II

Told my vampire soul,

       Pretend I never needed wings, Sell each feather for parts, Silent becoming is the immortal hiding within this ancient linear essence entitled existence as it's ruin endures devilishly on carrion parade, Leech-fucking-off the enslavement of 3rd invisible world lives never labelled yet dying as children...

In lieu of our luminescent graves,
Lit by the sea we drove from ice

Friday, February 3, 2017

Losing Others... II

Gnashing of smiles,

      A rapidity of intricate facially absent of hope contorted sadness, An internally doomed monologue of shame inspired guilt from a flightless malady starting to keep its boneless shape, Who needs a butterfly beyond the cocoon when the world has Vampires like You!

In lieu of...
Seeing G-d,
For who He is.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Losing Others... I

Grieving niche smiles,

      Malady induced sadly intricate facial chalk display outlined indescribably overtaken by a grievance beyond the mind's losing hope for life eye, No kaleidoscope of the imaginary can disguise, F(r)iends seem to grope with endlessly amended encouragements, All for the silent dread of noughts' under invisible skin pulse, Yet we're parading ourselves towards an edge...

In lieu of missing another,
Grieving & shame aren't a mistake
Acknowledge & embrace! 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Lump of coal for a pulse,

      Cancer is a vampire's coherent ache, Seething through every white anarchy blood driverless cell empty yet pulsing an unsolvable enigma vein, An impending hospital unisolated chalk bed outline, Shared by those who're invisibly doomed.

In lieu of the next adventure,
Where the vast nothing,
Greets us 'hello.'

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Emoting false interventions,

      Sensory falsely rationed inaction idols communicating a remission of action amidst endless excuses never witnessed an unheard heart interpreted achings, Held invisibly back however greatly we've vowed love unto them, Intertwined with lies we only tell each spitefully loved other at the weekends, Half intoxicatedly walking our tongues through ancient barely relevant transcripts pretending to describe our next course of... Nothing, Action comes on New Years and possibly amidst our entombed melancholy on Monday(s) whimsical resolution rarely met, But otherwise... Idle are our greatest inventions of hope and all her subsequent intent!

In lieu of...
Our torn pieces,
Being picked up!