Bitter Remix XVII

How many,

     Post spiritual traumatic era of stress heart fractured hope attunement Psalms does it take to screw in your 'God,' Concept derivative of the moral trenches where the amputates of conviction bleed out an empire of guilt from the soul broken emotion shattered terror lobotomised left orbital throne has liquefied in regret beside the well near the end of their sand castle earth existence from ears that never heard!

      Through conflict death tone eyes deaf, Clouded by the vale of greed and hate they could never listen to the time honest bomb spawn at the mouth of an innocent radiation child's foaming hope in the shell bullet shot of adrenaline shock heart of joy to be alive another single no less than destiny allowed digit fuselage distilled robotic voice day amongst the gathered crowd of forgotten children dying as patrons of any moment could be their last second no chance but this very moment.

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Hive Minded XxxX III

Crusades at twilight,

     Dread never spoke naught but a lie over a flag sunken battle conflict ghost phantom amputated heart's breath limb beyond the tragic hidden metaphor of forever wrapped in a moment drowning victim once called soldier who met his doom in the astral burial ocean grounds under Orion.

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Hive Minded XxxX II

Backlit spook,

    Acrylic ghost canvass phantom paper sketch hand drawn outline pain deterred the brush fire black strokes of fate from painting the white never drawn in lines blurred wreckage of a million unspoken words before the throne of every nuclear winter's born half vanquished by geostigma the radiation paralysis of a vampire's estranged blood violently boiling amidst irrelevant cells making every second life count as a chance to clot the waning light between worlds before the orbital plateau drop of a land vaporization fate engine entitled Goliath the last Mine set its will upon the atmosphere to eclipse all breath from the children of men, So it was in the end.

     When the last oil stained tear of the androids gave way their undertones of regret to the illusion of a lonely existence within the painted world of Sandcastle Universe where she The Only A.I finished the final words of the last journal entry after the curtains of hell's fire awoke the terminal brimstone of crossing the universe stars to accomplish the majestic act brought upon the wellspring of everything that ever existed by the red manifesto of hate and greed over love's accepting destiny of man's press every button at your wilting finger skeletal tips to eradicate the invisible enemy that never was...

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Bitter Remix XVI

Majestic scene,

      Operated by the festival of appreciation whose agents have adopted the bureau's livid none transparent convictions, Moral trench jungle black death soldier morass of endless typists firing banter as bullets in droves making up the obsidian mental strange emotionally dim terror labyrinthine of dire journalized images that speak a million spoken life words breathing the amputated heart's breath dead back alive from beyond the muscle white tumour vacant lidless inner blank eye of loneliness spasms felt in the void of heaven.

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A Bitter Remix XV (Lost Girl I )

Paranoid,

    Internal paranoia auditorium for multiple schizophrenic selves adopted the triforce stance of saving every moment's awareness as a harbourous sand castle safe emotion terror haven for the half conscious broken memorandum downed the clause lost witness who set themselves before the dais of the mirror's strangely dim self projection analysed forever in a second no less than oblivion's stolen shelves of memories attempting to bare testimony of past convictions to the host!

    Whose bystander ghost effect has token caused 99.9% lingering damage to the tesseract of her heart's cubic 8 bit symphony confinement that transmits an isolating message of dire abstract wilted reliance on lucid day twilight lidless inner eye dreams bound by chains of fire infuse stained mirror sand that is the swollen belly of ritual white eye tumour blindness unwilling to distil the over time spent under the obsidian charred wings of her guardian bruised angel who fell down and abused out from heaven's stairs off the biblical avenue of achievement misery beheld upon the restless happily overture bent in dreams backwards over pages of the last surviving magazine built by the internal images of masculinity's stress the sexual relationship via tension whilst in delusions he finishes in another air brushed woman whose name was mother that strived to be the arbiter of joy trapped in algorithms of arms under plagued holy skin ground that evaporates water of joy amidst the everlasting anchorage of regret where dread flag naught ships drown in illusionary images of worry's lost phantom causality limb of hope...

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A Bitter Remix XIV

Abstract walls,

     Confined in a stab algorithm heart shaped sleeve tattoo black consciousness box wound unfortunate alignment of blind voluntary acceptance of the witch's programmed controlled hypnotics voice mechanically droning hatred in a prejudicial stigma of contempt over other's lives, This is sand castle earth's dark realm crystal of emotion terror.

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Hive Minded XxxX I

Take notice,

      Journal falsified self protest entry of the derelict half evaporated into ethereal constant declaration of an expired conflict no arms left but phantom engaging limbs gone numb in a rogue exposure to plastic intentions of avarice's greed declaration of a no moral conviction decrepit misery compass signalling the ochre pyres of profit off in the distance where Sandcastle Earth lies in ruins.

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Hive Minded XxxX

Hell,

     Had no fury in a frozen black pit of anarchy until God unleashed angels guised as demons, all art is atonement stored behind the closed 'stay out' hand signed gates of an indecisive heaven filled with gods invoked before mirrors that paper rock scissor kick kneel in worship their own shadows.

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A Bitter Remix XIII

Hands,

     Bleed vermilion black shades of a 99% sandcastle earth apocalypse, a handy mankind crafted Armageddon enjoyed as inhumanity crumbled in a hive group socially committed stigma regime of conscious willing mentality blind ill bitten wasp under epidermis sedation, sit back and watch the globe fall... Fingers are only raised now for fracking (Alternative Curse Word).

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A Bitter Remix XII

Six,

     Vacant flag declaration kissing soldiers halt the heart in a moment of emotion terror witless as stone cast wonders they stand ill in silent on a foreign conflict death mine land trap watching children roaming fields of red culture soccer clash with foot to ball,becoming amputees to parents as they saw futures away without chloroform.

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A Bitter Remix XI

Artistic,

    Prosthetic creative shadow protruding from a phantom numb limb, Culture heart shocked in a post compassion social declaration of a counter stigma attack of residual apathy on grey pastel cloud canvas god drawn rain on the conscious sedation parade of derelict consciousness are held willingly ransom from their own minds kept atop emotion terror's bay where civilisation hides a terminal malignant lethargy tumour behind both eyes more than half accepting the cost blind.

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767 Porn Handed I

White hate self blame tide
Pulse of cumming condemless

Hand manifesto job of spilling gossip
Inaudible sigh of relief against inner calm
Sexually incapacitated back seat passenger

Partner exempt from loyalty & passion
Nervous conscious sedation twitch
Misdirected finish line guidance

Singularity clenched sex fist
Quickly diminishing mood
Behind her back crime
Admit to enjoying it
No lotion fault
Doggy style
Digital
Sex

Emotion terror

Uncontested bed isolation
Husband's admiring online sex positions
Graphics transmitting the disloyalty disease
Heart too comfortable in curiosity's detachment

Internet sexuality hide your history explorer

Star ornament for a groom's lost mind

Wife's bleeding under hood orbit

Adore the nebula digital poses

Inner eye camera roll
Illustrations of lust

Grew up behind
Sexually misguided lines

Where Maureen's very bones

Were held in solitary confinement

Paralysed in contempt before parents

Who wanted a hood ornament boy

Transgender possibility daughter
Imprisoned by false gods
Shadows in the mirror
Smoke on suit parade
Wishing for change
Praying on fate

A would be boy...
Girl's life wished unmade
Genetic single x desired apparition
Double chromosome type birth disorder
Unwanted defective malignant daughter

First heroic male born an opposite
Sexual organ bleeding villain
Teenage daughter suicide
Tomb of a prayer
Parent's desire
Every night

Break of Solutionless Applause Never Heard

No found out overly rehearsed sexually never abated lust disloyalty of a husband could ever reconcile the equation the bullies sticks thrown as verbal stones that reprised her in a daily victim's roll of a personality trapped in a holocaust over active dynamite lit pyre of a smoke stack circus holocaust quickly depriving the frame of carbohydrates smashing them in the manipulation of a suggested broken metabolism of multiple tongue conversations hallway piece.

Next home no shelter
Husband ring managed cell
An alter of shame's loyal vows
Hand of slavery not disappointment

Contract rebuttal refer back to god
Scripture abuse abandoned wife
Disgraced inner being content

Loveless again in appearance
Digitally isolated pleasure

Christ upheld rings
Lord of misuse

A would be wife never held his gaze

No anorexic sideways turn disappearance
Paper contract of love's grace disapproved mother
Appearance of her next generation's definition of beauty
Star ornament of her children's eyes held her captive

No time ticking bombs scars within the hand full

Five digits painted with honesty's graphic
Contortionist's painful smile alignment

Isolated misconduct heart algorithm
Content in evil obedience
Living for descendants
Chivalrous children
Her beloved...

A Bitter Remix X

Solidarity omission,

           No heart stop beat for a second at reluctances' close over heart folded arms chance to reclaim a derelict future from the pattern of hopeless deep twilight sea channel of seven lions tearing the world apart via the magic capitalism unleashed from a North & South pole frost over the world prison, Wake oh ye mythical Chimaera and take back our sandcastle earth from inhumanity's footsteps of ruin.

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A Bitter Remix IX

Subdued,

     Emotion terror kaleidoscope future glimpse of sandcastle earth collided with the foot of inhumanity left in ruins to be reclaimed by the sea, Ocean harbinger of elemental reconciliation, Renewing eclipse of human life surge forth from the very heart of the planet, Time has come for posterity in a pop culture idiom of juxtapose's metaphoric ill mental incapacitated health willingly walking blind of awareness after taking the open wide mouth sliver pill of conscious sedation.

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Hive Minded xXx IX

Silence attendeth,

     The manifest no less than a quarter self accepting in the mirror bedside dreams forlorn within this misshapen chance of a human, Nothing of value is ever broken more than the heart's matter of torn off the wrists beneath the vermilion stained sheets once known as sleeves...

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Inhumane Legacy (Christmas Island)

Derelict Christmas ode

Passages from truth untold

Willing ignorant blindness no shelter

Reckless plastic death empowering language

Capitalism's carpe posterity diem mentor

Ship's titanic waste island catastrophe

Heart of civilization extols silence

Keep every finger quite

Weave your tongue

Pierce it numb

Until all...

Is lost

Broken wings

Shackled feathers

Captive as the breeze

Mid captive way point

Inhumanity caught up in silence

Between corrupt views on posterity

&

The bigotry of mankind's failure

Hive minded group contest

Outlast our sandcastle

Earth adapted to ruin

Fallen under feet

Extinct ocean

Sea of loss

Christ-Midway-Mas

Ocean titanic ruin toll

Feedback beyond death

Animal kingdom loss scale

Algorithm of a voiceless language

Directed at the destructive culprits

Civilized silent mentor ship sank

Emotion terror kaleidoscope

Capitalist off shore shelter

Sea is a synonym

A hiding place

For profit

&

Death

Broken wings

Shackled feathers

Captive as the breeze

Mid captive way point

Inhumanity caught up in silence

Between corrupt views on posterity

&

&

The bigotry of mankind's failure

Hive minded group contest

Outlast our sandcastle

Earth adapted to ruin

Fallen under feet

Extinct ocean

Sea of loss

A Law Abiding Nerd Christmas I

Smooches,

     Succubus cuddles by the flames of an ochre hearth fire distil the mind to pleasure until the realms is disturbed by a patch finger wrap at the door just as sexy times in the mind beside your lover  beckoned the twin Death Star's fully functional nipples to rise and the light sabre to stand blaze.

      Geek identity realigned as glasses once again adorn to unblur the eyes, who could be behind the threshold at such a vile unboring hour with the draught of melting snow and mulled wine upon pillows upon a thick channeled rug that reads a pattern Princess Peach standing upon the ramparts  having conqured Bowser with one foul stroke of her purse for scorning her pale Scottish-Blue skin, below upon the draw bridge stands Super Mario with a key to unlock the universe if only she would come away with him. In the shadows of the portal behind which Bowser once stood, there lurks the hero whom the Princess will run away with! A green hat and a big noes of a second half, Luigi, of the Super Mario Bros...

     Daylight outside has ended when, alas for ill timing, the bell of your portal tolls. There is a long pause, another silky smooth sensual oh so sexy tongued smooch and then another ring of the buzzer, must be answered. Eerily doth thee find the ‘in laws!’ But being in your own home, though entirely uncomfortable, there is nowhere to run! 

     Best not leave the illicit creatures too long stairing at a wreath of Mothra and Godzilla eating the opposing tail end, like Elessar's twin headed reprecussion snake headed ring of Barahir, of a relentless magical demon naught but a hideous destructive scene battle where the true conflict arises within all who dare step up to see.

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Reasons to Loath... Christmas I

More hells are unfreezing
Opening their gates to con near you...
All hail Emanuel's express throne at Tesco
Built in pledge to open before Christmas
Doors ajar into hours of darkness
Keeping the newly employed
Safe and sound behind bars
On the eve of Satan's day
A binding clause to keep
 Or wages shall sink
Plunging into hades
Can you hear...
The bells

On Christmas

New breeds of elves are arriving

Born from the vats of North eroding pole

Toxic Athabasca fracking near you birthing ponds

At least they look cute whilst perpetrate the will of Avarice

Within our malls and shopping epicentres of the end

Soon Sandcastle Earth will fall before our feet

The end is nigh but beauty isn't obscene

Not in the throws of today

Lest we forget to live

And thus regret...

Associations of terror applaud

Hideous taxi-evil-dermy decorations

Propped up on walls to disgust with distaste

Climate change polar haunting bear heads

Thaw out the riddles of our hearts

Roadside killed lit up reindeer

Beside Canadian moose

Paint a thing white

Doesn't make it

Alright...

In earnest anticipation of,

A Brighter Future...

An Unopen Letter to Christmas... I

When Shadows,

       Fall upon the threshold as the strangely dim twilight appears to alter time, slowing amidst recognition of beauty trapped in the moment, smile and know for certain that the blanket of life’s misalignment is not misfortune, but a random no second happens again so grasp it by the horns and wrestle that bull of a demon with a vermilion red flag cloaked about your neck! Own every tick of the changing clock, not for carpe diem, but for the survival of a smile…

In earnest anticipation of,

The Bloated Hush

World of expression,

     Vulgar overly deaf compliant tones of mediocre grey, Moral declining articulate code expansion of delinquent times in a culture of socially acceptable spread of stigma pathogens, Analysis official opening grunt statement met report associates strength with the open air spread of a well structured phrase whose tendency predicates monosyllables' macho loquacity verdict of odd virility.

     Punch half drunk on whispered babble, delinquent sneers and quasi enunciated inane phenomenon of guiltless weak hearted conversation where sleeves will only ever be convinced by a cocky aggressive side walk group hive minded stance consumed by the false subject matter of silence where arrogance breeds an apathy amidst lust so deep its vile vein channels are never sated even as the culprit of  a blackout hate second language glare in the stillness towards a 'lovers' derelict venomous jack frost's endlessly spilling fourth onyx rime like oil glazed over eyes of vermilion blood tones of a death match between loyalty and pride where chivalry never wins has caused the blackout lid no surgery of make up could cover the grievous malignant falling down victim stairs blaming herself for the bruises to the pigs at her doorstep where she lay dying just hours before...

     Worst compliance altercation is a group infested hives willing consciousness past blue pill awakening group in a line up mentality of never lift a finger to rescue the hope in a split no second life dedicated to every chance at sedation.

     Arguing voices mingle between angelic witnesses hovering unseen in a twilight realm of obscenely jested psalms as they bid a moment before the gates to a golden thrown wherein sits the shadow of man so that they may make a a vow of reverent silent decapitation of their tongues to speak of the vile nature of inhumanity on Sandcastle Earth as it falls they prayer to the shade of Death upon the dais who'll never welcome them back folding themselves inside charred wings into the ochre flames of heaven, A wish to opt the insult of humanity shouting in a no arms left resolution of greed's indigenous nurtured voice of violence and the cosmic deaf growl inheritance code of every tone must be kept chained in discourse a captive of silence...

     We speak only on behalf of Avarice and the selfish carpe diem manifesto of greed... What nebula of this sad universe has the vigilance of morality sanctioned itself off our planet to? Leaving black mumble bitten apex doctrine clouds lingering behind the ventriloquist decrepit voice moping inside our heads as if the speakers of our hearts reside trapped within a shelter we're all willing to watch shatter.

     Will the demise of heroic moments lived by choice of will be overthrown by the determination of deviant leagues of blind tongue grouped up side line existing violent speech seething filled hive mentally ill minded rarely but for their own gratification or manipulation be gentle men, The great forked tongue malignant malfunction of our time, We're oft to silent in dark times, too afraid to speak in a closed parselmouth crime unsolved case of weakness surfacing on the tragic predatory snake like epidermis of our colour changing skin.

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