Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Riddle XXX

Echoes of hatred's terror,

       Deconstructed inhumanity orbital broken universe bone terry, Control Aching to pour every  colour of bruises unto everyone, A quiet granted disfiguration storm wreaking a harbinger's calamity devastation upon our desperation at the living in a daily mayhem desolation of the greatest dragon, Smaug holds no ruin in comparison unto masculinity.

In lieu of,
Geeking out equality!

Monday, July 30, 2018

Riddle XXVIX

Puppets of hatred terry,

      Mimicking an orbital dormant static heavily woven in hatred we've crazy reinforced in society's dead-stagnant gravity: Age of deconstructed everything but the pervasive over-everything-bearing masculinity, An animosity universe dead aching to burst in to flames on every colour fire, Disregarding the bruises grant by the appearance of the most detestable abomination's prejudice inhumanity's ever carried: Men are... Worthy as shit... And everyone else is... Continued by every generation until: Us... A dept we're no longer apathy blind willingly rancour panicked acceptance of your every synonym of masculinity's black machismo hole should have since Eve sand antagonistic castle abolishment forever sieged!

In lieu of our participation in,
Terrorizing the terror!

Sunday, July 29, 2018


One breath instinctively enough,

     A chest's monumental hopelessness without reconfiguration of refuge to carry, An impending disaster moment seemingly cured of the harbinger's quarry, Forever in a singularity's existence knows nothing but our tragic laughter...

In lieu of our participation in,
Playing nothing...
As if G-d existed

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Riddle XVII

False pandemic infection born,

        Wounds... Intending an unwillingly paralysis spread of a parasitic everyone's a mental casualty of our dying health early resolute elastic pretend heroism unendingly stretched noose: Made for the seemingly mirror told solo drifting satellite entitled self: The challenge of reality is to clock the energies that empower our collapsing: And alter our infinitely adapting heavily conquered by everything external: Tragic autonomy!

In lieu of....
Clarity of story,
For our eventual breaking!

Friday, July 27, 2018

Riddle XXVI

False pandemic infection born,

        Wounds... Intending an unwillingly paralysis spread of a parasitic everyone's a mental casualty of our dying health early resolute elastic pretend heroism unendingly stretched noose: Made for the seemingly mirror told solo drifting satellite entitled self: The challenge of reality is to clock the energies that empower our collapsing: And alter our infinitely adapting heavily conquered by everything external: Tragic autonomy!

In lieu of....
Clarity of story,
For our eventual breaking!

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Riddle XXV

I (we) instinctively wrote,

   Empathy of the heart string's gravity pulled eternally, Couldn't ignore the voice screaming inside to write; There's a paranoia of hope to permeate terry beyond death's harbinger inevitability, Despite the uncanny invisible response. From anyone.

In lieu of,
For all!

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Riddle XXIV

I (we) wrote forever,

    Always knowing there was no listener for this paranoid hope voice, It's okay... No single anyone digit person needed hearken unto any poetic word written by the individual I subscribe to entitled: Me.

In lieu of,
Shouldn't we...

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Riddle XXIII

Present inhumanity syntax,

     Genuinely problematic seemingly second crazy coming denied gravity of our instilled empathy,  Absolute magna legend carta defiled by greed's most simplistic kiss, Inherited was the arrow's evolution to gun reverberating shot, Willingly tested blindness submits another day as the sun regretfully rises seeking bliss instead of denying every dead emotional inheritance  blood never in fear of recompenses tested, Diamonds for husbands are forever... But diseases without vaccines are invisible if never corroborated upon inquest!

In lieu of,
Walking blind!

Monday, July 23, 2018

Riddle XXII

Breathing plastic humanity, 

       The 3rd human once redemptive-ally: Delusion's bereaved dead particle kindred vampiric DNA post heroic blood gravity.... Returned from paranoid wealth universes astray: Chromosome, Bridge to defying our most challenging reality; Drifting our equality, An infinite black oblivion hole away... Our golden principle has lifetimes seemed; Time equivalence shines... Through us, As we float slowly in living decay!

In lieu of defying,

The inevitable,

With love  

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Riddle XXI

Spin the battle

     Fighting an unending lonely seemingly blameless lonely inevitable outcome war, Against the origin beyond dust we cannot see, Invisible is the long breath of our drift falling reality's appearance is shattering gravity, All this desperately grasped at tangible is departing just as the elastics of belief  are inevitably praise the dying of all deadly followed blindly psalms dying, Staining pungently our every-single-monopoly-believed-in-thing with the presence only the Devil now adores...!

In lieu of,
Attempting to joust,
Against angels,
Or... demons?

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Riddle XX

Unheard battling,

     Emotions persuading the conscience to continue... Fighting! An unending war against the origin dust, Invisible is the long fallen intangibly departed belief elasticity of inevitably becoming back Lord, Staining pungently every-single-monopoly-believed-in-thing with the presence only the Devil now adores...!

In lieu of,
Attempting to joust,
Against angels,
As demons...?

Friday, July 20, 2018

Riddle XIX

Hatred sobriety,

   Pulmonary manipulated hope born compassionless womb genome habitat grown was our momentary existence's greatest and worst phantom cold ever feeding limb, Ever escalating is our emotionally incapacitated inhumanity, A vampiric reflection non-exclusively hiding within us everyone all complex, A silent maleficent benign trust untouched by equality's aspiration's dream, A nightmare by which we're all willingly unborn reliance decaying into a phantom buoyancy where sinking is the only crown!

In lieu of participating in,
The accepting of all that is fleeting...

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Riddle XVIII

Hatred awakened,

    Manipulated everything's DNA disconnected compassion genome born, Emotionless yet seething, Willingly coma ignorant blind second everyone's a voluntary forgetful witness unable to describe the inaction of everyone, Including the mirror's phantom, An entitled mirage existing as a sleepless vampire whose got absolutely fuck drown nothing all figured infinite selfishly out as the holocaust exists all around!

In lieu of becoming,
But a watcher

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Riddle XVII

Uncontested hatred,

    Manipulated compassion in a coma womb genetically infused with panic, A crazy prom gravity was never bliss trusted from birth, Emotionless yet seething, Blind every compassionless second witness never despicable inaction acknowledge, By a vampiric sickness we entitle as She, G-D are you blind... Deranged Asshole, Drowning children disadvantaged by the enemy in Your hope's abused-selfish distant entity heaving a harbinger's wayward hand at this sandcastling inhumanity suffering madness earth, It's nearly contempt hubris entirely ignorant,, population arrogance blind defiled hope discontinued greed formulated drug: Darkness!

In lieu of becoming,
But one of the dying...
Whose yet living...!

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Riddle XVI

Treading raindrops as if torrents of water,

     Falling harbinger's wrought of hatred, Inspiring the greatest of fear in the depths of anyone, Despite the momentary circumference of every moment's secret, That the once stacked now uncomfortably panicked minute taste of hope's positive gravity is fading from bright resilient white into mute paranoid grey is eventually just a background illusionary figure in twilight's eventuality, Where black without remedy has infected unto death the universe within most each and everyone!

In lieu of our participating in,
Pretending it's okay...
When inside it isn't,
Who will listen,
And help mend us,
For this is love...!

Monday, July 16, 2018

Riddle XV

Treading raindrops,

      Threatening as torrents of water as hatred inspires the greatest fear in anyone, Despite the fading taste of hope in everyone, There is no shape of water that mends like a hug endured through the flood of abuse invisible and inaudibly enigma code dowsing our world with a crime called hate!

In lieu of participating in,
The neglect of positive affection,
Prolonged during this journey,
Upon other people's lives,
Without desiring praise,
As if our names won,
A prize to uphold,
In pathetic psalm!

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Riddle XIV

Blindly treading darkness

      Muddled raindrops inspire fear as great as intolerance from the depths of hatred in anyone, The deluge of torrential manifestations of ignorance inspired rage by which we're most afraid and cannot abide, Yet we're closeted disappearance act in want to hide, Wherein the greatest attempts to reconcile the fondest memories of hope in which to confide how our journey's been so desperate in every moment's attempt to over-lonely-come the wickedness assembled as judgement that seems to be upon everyone's crown!

In lieu of our witnessing,
Clarity of those who surround...
For not all are deadly...
And wear hatred's invisible, judgmental gown.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Riddle XIII

Disassembly town,

      Where divided household lines have been label upon face asymmetrical fear painted on everyone in vermilion hatred smear shades of violence was always the intention of those we've illustrated within to be infused with the unrecoverable diagnosis of intolerance, A city of aliens within our own walls, Where ignorance wrought from the caster is the crown!

In lieu of,
Reversing the effects,
Of the theory of labels...
Starting with the stranger in the mirror.

Friday, July 13, 2018

Riddle XII

Disassembling labels,

    Nouns holding onto the anger of unspoken adjectives, Describing the nature of another's nurture, The psalms of their heart, As if we knew their inner most intimate clockwork wasn't already repeating inaudible apologies for the rest of their descriptor!

In lieu of our vile quickness,
To label others.... To rise in anger,
To hate... Enabling the death of empathy!

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Riddle XI

Welcome to disassembly town,

      Christmas came unintentionally early, On a wave of labels for everyone, With illegible names wrought of stitches on all corpse's skin, Cards that transcribe a chorus of no one but the autumn of humanity damned ever chaotic wanted, By any inspired means of hatred's forlorn death to empathy design, Harboring a toxic every trait undesirable by fate to uphold, This is the end of us all, Label's shattering any stable hands like ground to grasp, As tomorrow folds so it seems does our hope in the humanity within others we're unwanting to see... Or accept, That a thing beyond our overwhelmingly  enslave convinced perceptions could be an example of positivity, Despite our unsatisfaction in everyone outwith our label in this viciously short terminal life!

In lieu of,
Watching the mirror die!

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Riddle X

Hope's disassembly,

      Occurred in convicted moment when compassion within tolerance retreated as an excuse for existing at all within the momentarily happen dying stance conviction of any strategic social scape willing to justify the fouls of bigotry when an anomaly exists outside the boundaries confining their conformity, So much for empathy... Some demon's love flowers just as much as other angels love smoking weeds, The friendship between the cult of labels and the inexcusable hatred on retail we bought ever more intense-willingly, As if the anger hiding behind our smiles survived by something other than our inability to scrub abomination out our throttle of admiration on malice...

In lieu of willingly...
Disapproving of another,
Based on another's opinion...

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Riddle IX

Coma inner conscience blind,

      Slumbering mirror demographic self critic held unquestionably silent on a broken coping rarely disappearing darkness mechanism journey through this connect the spiteful seemingly inherited subconscious irrelevant lineage dots entitled life... Is but a prospective held on history with either hope... Or hatred...!

In lieu of our inspiring,
One rule or the other...
One of which,
Is a miss!

Monday, July 9, 2018

Riddle VIII

Coma blind internal...

         Subconscious multiverse in apocalypse disarray, Hope is but a dying metaphor for any and all oblivion black clouds resembling change...!

In lieu of,

Desiring the ocean,
While swimming in a puddle,
Of this incoherent hope,
Someone once called,
Is but mud,

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Riddle VII: Nothing is Figured Out!

Please hollow my mind,

        Eternally obscene distant armour, Wilt me as a dying flower in autumn away...! There be no shelter remaining to blind silence in an ever present consciousness prison mine internal third willing to accept but never blind inner unprecedented empathetic despite the dark; Eye!

In lieu of my participation in,
Nothing... EVER!

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Riddle VI

Subconsciousness bliss apocalypse,

      The conscience has quit, Slumbering in miss-configured silence, Never amended hallelujah dead empathy chorus made to comatose last sentenced and accepted ending, No Templar's renowned undiscovered once slaved for pathetic unholy gadget psalm cause openly willing to alter, enhance, revise... Their fellow man's eyes... blind!

In lieu of,

Friday, July 6, 2018

Riddle... V

Despicable coma bow,

     Slumbering oceanic disease harbinger of emotions within dreams unwillingly appealing to an illegitimate present internal dehumanizing mirror too spitefully often reflected tense landscape of mine own unheard fingers are acting as a noose with vermilion bathtub chalk friendship outline bottom red painted slit kissed pill unwaking wrists...  There's nothing but a the most memorable nightmare disease about such unprecedented misunderstood most unappealing and rarely selfish disenchanted hope for anything but the tiresome woes of internalized conflict endings...

In lieu of,
That day...
The knife finds me

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Riddle IV

Despicable coma,

     Disease wherein dreams unwillingly wrought appeal to an illegitimate present internal tense landscape of mine own prescribed noose, wrist, pill... Body and soul defied unprotected against the enemy within the self: Ending, Swelling are the unfathomable intoxicating depression quaking everything drugs binding the self as the most pertinent threat on any level to defeat enemy at the bottom of our arrogantly wickedness spread too distant via greed's disease far; internal sky!

In lieu of thunder and lightning,
Our weaponized persistence,
To atone end ourselves,
As if drowning,
Or hanging...!

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Riddle III

Dreaded coma,

     Memories unwillingly sought are a remedy in pretend, Bottomless foul blindness inducing mask, Hiding our most heartless silent foul abhorrent drone themed fallen into dreams... Existing within, As adored memories!

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching all that befalls us,
Without lifting a thought
Much less a finger,
Of a zombie!

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Riddle II

Only wanted to be,

     The present requiem tense everything, Only one talked about... Now I swear a silent middle fledged unto the unresponsive skies finger in lieu of prayers never kept, To anyone... Ever, Save the first white true merciless unquestionable mistakes are all they truly make world!

In lieu of,
The presence of demons,
Walking as humans.

Monday, July 2, 2018

Riddle... I

Can't wait to delinquent,

     Exist as the harbinger described in hiding at very the depressed prescription intoxicated back end of your since needle to vain birth supposedly aperture blindness is the most valuable necessity we're now willingly denied, Womb confidant, Drugs... Say anything, Apparently we haven't got a lifeless clue... Only those above can prescribe the memories we're to transcribe our stamp of self onto, We're all but victims to demographic demons!

In lieu of our participation in,
Adoring the riddles of...
Fallen angels,
But human