Friday, August 31, 2018

Riddle XXXXX

Disassembled vampire,

     Fear inspired hate overlong, We're the mirror's worst invisible refection of shame, Mere imaginary ever deliberating remunerations of speculative ponderings only the harbingers of society as a majority pensive still muse intolerantly over, Hatred of a delusional zombie change after proximity or biting is but passing the transmission of NOTHING but a passed on objective blame!

In lieu of watching others bleed,
Because parents are rejecting,
Instead of challenging!!!
Stand for your children

Or die collapsing,
In a hell of guilt,
Parent of panic!

Thursday, August 30, 2018


Disassembled zombie,

      Sum of an inspired ever infighting depressed hopefulness that the drones forecast for tomorrow are no spitefully miss mother of hate configured firing venom from the fangs of insecurity! Nothing reaches the hater like flowers they're no harbinger of a butterfly cocooned writhing entirely in emotions of blissful inherited ignorance, Waking are the dead, Despite intolerance's spike... Death is the dream no one can live without, But the forsake-hidden desire a painless invisible noose more than the coma disappearing hope, Blindly injected into the fearless wrought death instead of life.

Because out,
Is often less painful,
Than in...!

Wednesday, August 29, 2018


Toothless vampire bitten,

      Disassembled silent zombie gnawed blood mangled loss corpse, Woe is no finality one at the last dying whispered hopelessness breath of... The sum of a seemingly invisible mirror inspired ever infighting depressed reflection!

In lieu of any wrists participation in,
Dying to the self,
Too early! 

Tuesday, August 28, 2018


In the company of wolves,
Sheep dance as a well unto an ocean,
Bad of bad intoxicants have overlong...
Selfishly been masculinity inhaled,

What the mask of masculinity means to me..

1. Controlling your wife... Driving her mental health kaleidoscope spectrums of crazy

2. Using scripture to demand your children respect everything about you (yet you can't remember a single accomplishment of caring action or triumph of their heart
3. Denouncing your children, should they be anything other than poker straight
4. Claiming in front of your family; You can look, no gawk... At anyone... Provided you don't seek to touch
5. Biblically mansplaining any of your words or actions away which hurt others
6. Measuring the worth of your genealogy by their submissiveness to your pathetically unorthodox misused context of the psalms
7. Teaching your sons to treat women as objects, using but the most minute pleasantries to appreciate, if at all. Opening doors with a 'lady's first' moment of possible intimate realization. Paying bills because 'the man' must... 'man up,' and pretend that scripture like society could... No should, never be equal.
8. There is no eight as we cannot yet condemn the very nature of the seven.
7. in reverse: Learning from the mistakes of those who taught you nothing 
6. in reverse: Learning from your mistakes! Attempt to never make them again.
5. in reverse: Learn from your elders who seek equality, whose caring is reflected universally
4. in reverse: Learn to make amends with every second of who we/I am... For the mirror reflected man
3. in reverse: Remembering to achieve all that's been learned, without having to each moment reflect
2. in reverse: Remember... Seek only to admire everyone with honesty, integrity and love...
1. in reverse: Remember to acknowledge what cannot be changed... History! And change: you!

What Masculinity Means to Me...
Next to... Nothing!

Monday, August 27, 2018

Broken Parental Riddle II

Genetic sinful pariah,

      Closet boarded ghost haunted ship we boarded since birth, The ocean forever prayed as poetic psalms will never make more sense to the ignorant who prey on the world's equality dreams.

In lieu of,
To find...
What we willingly hide,
Under disguise of our own suffering,
As if G-d only saw our white 'holy' eyes,
Insignificantly wicked is our arrogance,
Preying upon everyone as our dreams bleed,
The world is wrought with sandcastling!
We're, Religion; Chaos within defined.
Blind to the consequence,
Of our unloving!


What Masculinity Means to Me...

    Claiming you can look as long as you don't seek to touch... Right in front of your wife embarrassing her to subjectivity right in front of her five children all the while demanding her conformity of speech to algorithms of religious double speak; Taking psalms as pathetic as the lexiconal jurisdictions of their poetic ambient inability to reach today's unforgivably misogynistic admiration for authority context... Straight hatred of everything outside the norm... Out of context!

What Masculinity Means to Me...
Seven Deadly Sins of My 'home'

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Riddle XXXXV

What Masculinity Means to Me...

    Claiming you can look as long as you don't seek to touch... Right in front of your wife embarrassing her to subjectivity right in front of her five children all the while demanding her conformity of speech to algorithms of religious double speak; Taking pathetic psalms out of context...! Because control is better than... 

In lieu of his nature,
Willingly participating,
In actively manning up,
To mansplain away...

Most anything!

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Riddle I... Take II

Can't wait to delinquent,

     Exist as the harbinger described in hiding at the very depressed prescription intoxicated back near hallucinating end of your senseless disassociated humility needle to vain echoed a molten prejudicial hope since birth when the aperture’s tone blindness is the most valuable necessity we're now willingly denied, Womb confidant in our validity to deny another’s equal right to exist, Confidence high on algorithms of misunderstood religious drugs... Say anything, Do anything, Get away shamelessly… With anything, Apparently we’ve validated too many miss-used false judgement swayed bloodline mimicking clues!

In lieu of our participation in,
Adoring the enigma's of...
Angels and humans!
Demons within...

We labyrinth! 

Friday, August 24, 2018


If I would shout,

Into the empty metaphor filled skies,
Until my mouth were numb, bloody and dry,
Would the greatest inhumanity witness awake,
To the despicable arrogance of masculinity,
Rival sin accessories awoken,
By every religious ideology,
Adopted to defy...
If not for war,
For sport?
Never recompense...
For every imposed accessories
To every single sin...!
(All male interaction?)

In lieu of,
A hybrid control!

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Saying something,
In dying

Wednesday, August 22, 2018


If I would shout,

Into the empty skies,
Until my mouth were numb, bloody and dry,
Would the greatest inhumanity witness awake,
To the despicable arrogance of masculinity,
Rival of all religious ideologies,
Awaken to defy...
If not for war,
But for sport?
Or recompense...
For imposed accessories

To every single sin...!

In lieu of...

Tuesday, August 21, 2018


Where the spotlight falls,

      The indiscretions of grace have established clouds of defiance, Hope is death's blue solitary dream confinement pill regime, Wherein resides the song of most every brim-apocalyptic-stone wielding vampiric angels surviving on the blood of the post treading hopelessness' dark waters prehistoric equality existence in the familiarities of everyone is but a kilowatt; As they street pass us by energy that lights the night by...!

In lieu of the silence,

Monday, August 20, 2018

Riddle XXXXX

Storm breathing the winds...

     Beyond the most northern well at this sandcaslting bliss never remotely incapacitated felt home heritage judgement sickness born of our world's lingering burden unto the end to bear; Never acknowledge, Always cope... The wounds promised to be read by the derelict hopeless disclaimer children of dread never sought, Those screaming unwillingly holocaust ignored war translated another numb transient generation's tongues witnessed tangents of thriving ghosts writhing for magnificent our fiery death control unto those pretending to exist within their outlined dead perimeters of continuous... Their transcript requiem of our dying happiness is... Woe for each moment feels stolen...  As thunder unto lightning, Existing derelict of sound or brightness, In silence united is the confronted for of whatever we're born sinking addiction ship into the occupation of...!

In lieu of our participation in,
Never agreeing...
To this ghost,
In a suicide,

Sunday, August 19, 2018


Storm breathing the winds...

     Beyond the most northern well at this sandcaslting bliss world's lingering end; Wounds read the derelict hope disclaimer never sought, Screaming unwillingly translated numb tongue tangents of ghosts unto those pretending to exist within the dead perimeters of continuous 'happiness...' Woe... Unto existing within the silence of... Whatever we've found to occupy!

In lieu of our participation in,
Agreeing to silence...
When only a smile,
Was needed...!

Saturday, August 18, 2018


The storm chill my armor,

      Ruin close silent chill forever the shelter of closing my eyes, Resolute is the prison of witnessing every illegitimate touch of the measure of a man, Every echo of masculinity's greed hands impregnating the veins of any women whisper screaming into their pillow at night!

In lieu of my participation in,
Breeding the continuance,
With blind eyes...
But now, Write!

Friday, August 17, 2018


Serpent's wind,

      Chilling tongue transcribes a sickness, Attempting to murder love's most honest metaphor, That everyone beyond self is a storm we must shake in order to... Situationally fulfill the will of this sandcastling earth's bruised black and vampire red dying belief was never blessed the ordinance of bearing a pathetic psalm oracle witness to the inhumanity we're perpetuating... We're the serpent, The wind, The apocalypse storm greed happily ruining the next yet to be labelled holocaust of faith in humanity: Hope!

In lieu of watching,
G-d or whomever's hand,
Beat me... Harbinger requiem black,
And post vermilion shades of blue!

Thursday, August 16, 2018


Lonely redemption,

     Black million endless contemptuous tombstones in rubble miles of hatred is the fragrance the winds adapt and it's no longer a wondering black satellite sheep, A defiant cruel future secret kept by the requiem breath reeks of shit council self masculinity or monetarily entitled; Inhumanity must be more than momentarily attempting to mansplain the context of their action inaction nurtured context ever adapting thirst. Apparently G-d inspired this dream we're live'n perverted existence in.

In lieu of,
Adoring 'miracle dreams,'
While the news (un)real is running!

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Riddle XXXXV

Lonely fools,

     Heaven unto hell's reflection in the requiem contemptuous mirror bent a willingly contorted sightless glance back from the conquered surface: Reflection, Embedded numb is the nerve unending 30 seconds to prey or be religiously poisoned throat cancerous voice isotope polluted for every next barely hope was never so miss blind hatredly managed breath, Sight unquestionably bleak diluted every sheep was black future, Resolute to bleeding satellite in flames to the ground for a G-d who craves the dust of their bones...

In lieu of our participation in,
Rarely questioning,
That which we crown!

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Riddles XXXIV

Dying nurture,

       Gives peaceful way unto the requiem dust,  After an existence of over clerically broken elastic entered fabricated impressionably breaking inhospitable heart entries: Entitled, My existence is greater than thou art...!

In lieu of self,

Monday, August 13, 2018

Riddles XXXIII

Forgot myself,

   Carrying a remorseless mirror reflecting nothing, Hope is derelict yet driven... Poetically towards the dying gravity of equality!

In lieu of...
Need anything more,
Be said,

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Riddle(s)... Of an Invisible

Please bury,

       If my tomorrow dies... Your sadness is a crime for which I regret...

In lieu of being,
A dying (k)night,
A masquerade,
Now free! 

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Riddle XXXXI


     Bury tomorrow, A sand castling harbinger, Of hope's volition we're all to willingly dedicated  blindness to continuing under a guise of self wrist ending vengeance... Lost!

Nailed it...
The last desperation,
Chance depraved of,
A choice, In death!

Friday, August 10, 2018

Riddle XXXX

Please disenchant the crown...

     Bury every kilowatt of happiness born dying from tomorrow's womb timeline, A dead impact outlook on our sandcastling unique internalized shape of positivity, A harbinger continuous product of  plundering each other's hope, We're but energy necromancers unendingly forecasted to disenchant our surroundings of every grain of buoyancy fortunate to momentarily survive as optimism for tomorrow! A stamp of inadequate time we're vigilant to discover but never to describe, Present is what we open not a product of seconds of which we're willing to subscribe, Shallow on the shores of the tides our continuity landscape is but a selfish earth nerve rarely shamefully quakes moment from realizing everything was for naught if we never learned to mirror unto everyone reflect: Love

In lieu of,
Watching the oceans bleed

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Riddle XXXIX


     Bury our faithless tomorrow, Our sandcastling harbinger energy is long hopelessly dead, Hope was but a vigilante surviving  shadow we're all to under undiscovered tormented endless willingly dedicated everything blindly to continue... Lost!

In lieu of our participation in,

Wednesday, August 8, 2018


Please Bury...

     Every unintentionally born kilowatt wrought from tomorrow's hopeful soil, Our sandcastling happiness is a harbinger whose continuously plundering humanity of energy: whose farewell has been long hopelessly said, Death is a slit contagious wrist surviving as a mere shadow vigilante undiscovered by our self deter all positivity tormented day endlessly willing are the dedicate everything blindly slaves... Unto merely continuing... No disgustingly inequal: Lost!

In lieu of dying,
To discover...!?
Or nothing...!

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Riddle XVII Leaving Behind pieces of... me

Didn't want to see,

      Tomorrow had no confidence, Holding all the invisible silence, Dreams harbinger stole hope's jaded mirror surfaces, Couldn't mathematical labyrinth's dire calculations survive the unseen;  Today is momentarily subscribed by monetary bribe to but... Ere futurity morrow long we'll be found... Discovered never as a ghost within the shell we once called home.

In lieu of,
An ending...
No one wanted!

Monday, August 6, 2018

Riddle XXXVI

Couldn't survive,

   Unintoxicating post obesity (depression) traumatic universe ache stumbling into a dreamless sleep, Heavy is the weight of carrying the sandcastling, Paranoid that the world's individualistic hope is exclusively carried by... And so slit harbinger wrist alone in the tub clottlessly dying as a self obsessed centerless energy in the universe of so endlessly many, Is the only choice besides intoxication to exist... I'll choose...

In lieu of my participation in,
Dying... Tomorrow...
Or today...
Don't panic.
Appreciate the gravity,
Of this escape!

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Riddle XXXV

Mimics of Hatred's

      Wounds never mended by forgetfullness but a forevermore distraught unfantasy tale awaking only after forgiven, However quietly whispered, No matter how sincerely 'I'm sorry...' The enemy within is carrying!

In lieu of,
Participating in...
Holding on to,
More than we can carry!

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Riddle XXXIV... Read and Know 'us all' better?!

Ungrateful pretentious clouds,

     Echo hatred's disgruntled entitlement one deadly side(d), Pretending not to be pretentious about everything: Male apocalypse, The greatest inhumane calamity's a harbinger day to be in bunker doors, Watching the unwilling deconstruction of masculinity as it's hateful presence once permiated every home's locked door!

In lieu of deconstructing,
Or changing the hearts of...

Take a guess.

Friday, August 3, 2018


Ungrateful pretentious clouds,

     Echo hatred's disgruntled entitlement side, A one male sided rung ladder climbed, By a blind masculine treachery unto everyone except like fucked since birth's habitat forecast amicably by genitalia minded never apologize for misogyny's persistence of unhappy aggressive dilapidation confused ever plundering citizens, Men (Change or)... Go die.

In lieu of their participation in,
Changing or... Else...!

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Riddle XXXII

Echoes of hatred,

      Incubated marionettes since our mother of everything impregnated is listening cocooned metamorphosis birth began mimicking the hierarchy of the great terrorizing gravity: Masculinity!

In lieu of,

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Riddle XXXI

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!