Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Fallen negligible grace,

    Tombs still bleeding post war hope are intangible under the requiem currently adored trends of society!

In lieu of,
Through it all!

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Nothing but Nothing: It has Come!

Voice off silence,

     A requiem ghost inside has arrived, Placing hope above the seemingly endless darkness revealing hatred over the positives of equality yet to come! This is the fate of the generations growing old, Selling their futures for flashbacks of fleeting moments when the monologue of their language made sense amidst the un(a)vailing changes to our (in)humanity yet to come!

In lieu of our surrender,
To living in the moment
Every single one,
For equality's dying sake!

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Numb & Blind... VIII

Subordinate writhing,

   In post flames keep my constant straight drugged vampire sleep addicted blood jacket and my ever silently present cursed electric doom throne you entitle: Chair... And I shall exist amidst the ashes of all; The inevitably doomed, Tangled in an urn no one's wanton to forgotten mantle retrieve.

In lieu of existing,
As stolen parts.
Not a whole.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Numb & Blind... VII

Parachutes in flames,

      Skyward lack ever wondering dreams are burn falling as autumn leaves down, The memory never impacted anything before compass is oblivious seasonally jaded, Perception overbearingly amiss drunkenly swaying in tangents as sickles, Proudly dread-less-naught weeping in reverse continuity of accepting the flawless silhouette of blame.

In lieu of participating in,
Crying for lack of present(ce)s,
For mice and pawns!

Friday, February 2, 2018

Numb & Blind... VI

We burn,

     What's jaded was autumn catalyst leaves of old, Nurtured burial constants deforming the aspirations of nature's inner most silent hopes. 

In lieu of our participation in,
Willing equality,
Against greed's convictions!

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Numb & Blind... V

Burning narrative,

       Eclipsed hope fighting the phantom wish G-d existence, Rumours of the timeless leave nurture in doubt, While nature climbs out of the chains woven in our self built willingly lethargic blind hell, Once drowned... In the wishful apathetic to everyone except the lonely self in the mirror, Unto every unfixable one shall we willingly bow, Our faith... Love... And hope! Or become but a requiem to the eternal silence.

In lieu of participating...?