767 Dallas Buyer's Club I

So,

It's Valentines Day and I'm here writing this jazz down,

Off the tattooed heart on my sleeveless wrist,

What's the depth of metaphor...? 

That's for you to find, 

Empathize your own life experience

Graft it upon the wrestling word slinging match

Provoke your heart from apathy and self loathing

Find use for the malignant hope that's so faded within

For our lives are bound for the helping of others

Even if it is just via a mere smile

As you pass one another by.

Without Further Ado

Dallas Buyer's Club Part I

Lost boy

Single dream

Drink and thrive

Bad vibe night ride

Sexual story shepherd

Exposed cowboy psalms
Barrel of a throbbing serenade

 Eagerly seeking a one night queen
Bare  face down eight second count
Ugly rodeo eruptive finish intentions
Inappropriate measure dismount
Another dark princess joyride
Begins the broncos march
A descent into hell
Out of bigotry

767 Fallen Down Blue in the Face Syndrome Apple

The following poem was inspired by Blue Apple Theatre Company's

BBC Video of Hamlet Production can be found:

Hamlet, by Blue Apple Theatre

The content below is not wholly endowed with positivity

Some of it is inspired by initial reactions to a beautiful life discovery

That a child born into this world might be less than 'the status-quo healthy norm'

But that is not the whole story, the heart grows with the blossoming diagnosis

Warm scars cover the wounds of once cold looking down eyes

So that the achievement of acceptance and hope can happen

The following rings true 

In this, as in every tale...

How can we love someone, if we don't accept them?

How can we accept someone, if we don't understand them?

How can we understand someone, if we spend no quality time with them?

So it is with love, oft it grows upon us with time

With trials, smiles and understanding

That hope is absolutely...

Necessary

Without Further Ado

Blue Apple Syndrome Seed

Blue rose seed

Prey of great trials
Psalms of grief in harmony

Frail light child song awakening

Prolific doubt can rest easy

Hope rescues shapes

A future at stake

On life's stage

Theatrical rise

Awakened senses

A singing bell defeat

Threat of silence ended

No womb fragile abnormality

Courageous life stage protagonist

Vibrant chiselled portrayed smile

Adversity sculpted honest hero

Waking a family's acceptance

Dramatic acting achievement

Shakespeare's flag to raise

Banner of Hamlets loss

Waking the blue apple

In a mother's eye

From depression

 and nightmares

Of a life lost

Degenerate 21

Hereditary altercation

Would be parents fallacy

Acting on life's diagnostic stage

Narrow view of our god's image redefined

Failed regulated right to life's health check up

Cleansing our Father in heaven chromosome prayer

Genetic disorderly prenatal screening opted misconduct

Fallen blue face struggling to breath face down apple syndrome

Cure for an unavoidably daily wounded mother's heart sick detour of thought

Vocal no more than a singularity moment's never answered thank God wish

Umbilical chords strangling prayers of children by blood's own hands

Academy of cursed angels voice boxes singing holy fire spells

Casting oracle seer's no future for kid killer's incantations

Invoked upon selfish unspoken hive greedy mind psalms

Vomited spiritually defining juncture of spoken words

Gesture messages in a bottle to heaven minted sent

Eternal habitat ran out of hallowed supplies

Bearing the metallic titanium bone weight

Of amputated womb prayer attempts

At selling a child's untested soul

Into hell's unending traffic

Or a divine purgatory

Ghost town colony

A forever prison

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Blue apple embryo

Seed of immense trials

Prey of narrow God Psalms

Poems wrought of comfort wishes

Where hope lay isolated from joy in chains

Caught between depression and madness

Frail child's life misinterpretation

Weary faith diary unfolded

A Mother's understanding

And love's acceptance

Journal of compassion

She writes now

Nature's dramaturgy 

Teleporting selfish dreams

Disrespectful comfort sickness

Ineffective security wound clots

Weakness ailment  avails no smile

Beauty of dismantling points of view

Transmission of a young life's aspirations 

Hope's cure lingers behind grey clouds

Characters of a hive mind disapproval

Inner cultural norm breakdown

Tempting malady depression

Bad thought habit kick

Invoke a feeble smile

Awe's testimony

Amidst hope's turbulence

Rearranging the illicit sadness tide

Fallen wonder re-established

Wounds peace cauterized

Acceptance discovery

Understanding is...
Sanguine's smile

Eternal

Blue life seed

Stage ever presence

Glittering edged sword

Smile of a newborn combatant

Gene besieged tiny heroic vessel

Malady champion assaulting life's plot

Braving the social intolerant stigma

Tireless faithful smile harbinger

Imposing wondrous charm

From an endless source

A joyous family scene 

Embodying equality

This is acceptance

Expounding

Hope

767 Fallen Down Blue in the Face Syndrome (Apple Preview I)

Degenerate 21

Hereditary altercation

Would be parents fallacy

Acting on life's diagnostic stage

Narrow view of our god's image redefined

Failed regulated right to life's health check up

Cleansing our Father in heaven chromosome prayer

Genetic disorderly prenatal screening opted misconduct

Fallen blue face struggling to breath face down apple syndrome

Cure for an unavoidably daily wounded mother's heart sick detour of thought

Vocal no more than a singularity moment's never answered thank God wish

Umbilical chords strangling prayers of children by blood's own hands

Academy of cursed angels voice boxes singing holy fire spells

Casting oracle seer's no future for kid killer's incantations

Invoked upon selfish unspoken hive greedy mind psalms

Vomited spiritually defining juncture of spoken words

Gesture messages in a bottle to heaven minted sent

Eternal habitat ran out of hallowed supplies

Bearing the metallic titanium bone weight

Of amputated womb prayer attempts

At selling a child's untested soul

Into hell's unending traffic

Or a divine purgatory

Ghost town colony

A forever prison

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To continue?

Malefic Condescension III

Prophetic seer's groan,

     Pure urge of a peaceful vision clause trapped in the heart's of undeserving greedy men who stand as a beacon of apathy at the end of lethargy's dusty hateful rage penetrating nature's light with unkindness house of battle never won dread forever yet naught in a future of cries where inhumanity the only virtue of Avarice bride of the shallow unbelieving who reside above the moral trench wars.

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things I

Dismantled convictions,

     Fallen to aggressive hand cuff me historically down clauses written in tiny numerical heart bleeds rain drops to read.

In earnest anticipation of,

Malefic Condescension II

Angels on fire,

       Six ashen char onyx black wings no bell ever tolled for exist as a prelude to naked light epidermis forms of seraphim who never sung the creative genesis evacuation of the red tide sea shores of hidden life came evolutions a code of broken no one left alive moral trench fibre k-nine death stench ethics of the scythe bearing ancient soul oblivion swell, Death Himself.

In earnest anticipation of,

Malefic Condescension I

Condescending Belief,

     All fate stored up in heaven, God reassured testimony of death in hand He's deemed it your time to die... Ignorant nothing shall ever be hallowed on earth as these pathetic psalms cast out of grotesque sight blind faith's false harbinger of lies testimony stands at the right hand of nature watching the dust of greed nurture mankind into an iced over earth state of hell has all of its fury pent sleeve half rolled tattooed cross visibly up stored for inhumanity and not Satan, for he is but one ashen no wing from bell toll angel in the grand unquenchable audience witnessing the down never raised a Devil's whisper in the ear of a single child of man fall of Sandcastle Inhumanity's Universe!

In earnest anticipation of,

A Poetic Prose Preview: Malefic Condescension I

Condescending Belief,

     All fate stored up in heaven, God reassured testimony of death in hand He's deemed it your time to die... Ignorant nothing shall ever be hallowed on earth as these pathetic psalms cast out a sights of grotesque belief!

In earnest anticipation of,

War's Synonym: Profit I

A Poem Inspired on the Film: Out of the Fire: Into the Furnace and Beyond.
From a City Slicking Canadian in Glasgow.

Sleepy mill fire vacant town,

     Hollow tired expressionless facial contortions pierce the furnace's funeral pyre inner death final synapse toll of final white tumour eye blind roll battle flag dread ship naught back into a lingering quagmire of apathy's regret million word marsh sketch of fallen amputated phantom lives on foreign mine stolen burnt oil surface surface of the tide stealing sandcastle earth via an ocean never ending trench deep operation removed appendix of oblique field of crosses never witnessed life beyond a single apparatus parent still in silent reflection born nine months into the war; Synonym for progress.

     Clause hosted blank ledger statement of lost retribution rabbit down a six foot stomach plunge whole Buddha's pregnant swollen doublethink paradox loss is swallowed by profit's every life by a chosen algorithm's profitable ancient sun: Manifest grotesque destiny of America's everywhere dream, Idolized by anorexic Arabian to amputee string marionette Syrian faithless Greek debt stolen future children at ease protesting in central everything square.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Mind XxxX VIII

Waylaid,

    Forefather clandestine manifest false rules of greed's petty inhumane fate over the destiny of so very many half lives roaming quasi ship vacant and stray, State of the vacant lost eternal harbinger of silence, Plague dread ghost flag mental fog ship naught a living memory scene recollected save via a white oblique foreign existence threat of solitude accumulating an exo-silence-skeleton shell over the stained regret ethereal grey discoloured shape of a life being nether swallowed into forever's loss.

In earnest anticipation of

Hive Mind XxxX VII

Follow the Phantasm,

     Man rabbit civilian hole in the heart of hope down an opinionated false where monster's live construct of doubt raining fool's joy upon fallen string toss aside marionette paper never scar over cuts that change the world: Sandcastle Earth in the first onset attempt at a second aftermath holocaust dark cryptography inspired to hide a historically dreary sorrow enchanted day when too many basic flight or right last response of a million lives were stolen, Lost in a triumphant reign of idolized tyranny.

      Uncontrollable left synchronized hate wing speech leader marched no one ever counted white endless line cross marionettes to a shallow no one buried their bones but the decomposition crescendo of land angelic fire mines enshrined from the bell wingless toll sky falling from B-Pigeon wing birds are now drones of mass any hidden scale loss of 3rd to any world life prey... Praying for another manifest no less than scar impeached epidermis marked by tattoos of fire branding the destiny of every generation's fate intertwined with slave dust of Sandcastle Earth labour.

      This is the pock never mended half torn wound reopened every holocaust day a life is lost and dreams can't be edited on behalf of an abysmal moral no fibre left even in a digit to raise the swollen malnourished not endlessly pregnant belly finger towards the future's captors, Greed, Avarice, Profit, War, Monetary System, Democracy, Dictatorships, Ignorance and Seething blind white tomour eye hatred instilled by the karma chased the toxicity of hope reports of every soul down the shadow rabbit spirit hole and ended joy forever.

In earnest anticipation of,

Sandcastle Kiev I

Autonomous Kiev
Political dream killings

Respectful unsigned denial
Characterized dictatorship symbol
Invoking Molotov angelic harbingers
Singing unity before October Palace
Upon a silent Revolution Street
Occupation of peace
Unrest is waking

Suspended peace
Equivalence indignation
Anti equilibrium law epiphany
Dismantle harmony's agreement
Brute riot forces shield legislation
Endorsing political avarice rules
Silent covenant of pigs
Greed is profit
Or is it war?

Ukraine unmended
Open air scars over Kiev

Dictatorship endorses Maidan 

Historical written retraction wish
Date mark of a bloated ship
Sinking foreign objects
October stained red
Pendulum of wings
Hostility in the air
Condescension
Is falling

Suspended peace
Isolated unrest incident
Soliloquim indignation address
Anti equilibrium homily code
Distorted order monologue
Owls spy the obscene
Celebrated protest
Theft of colour
Blind objective
Is the atrophy
Of profit

Dictatorship burlesque
Celebrating a naked queen
Avarice cheap fallen thrill angel
Waking the sexual pride god of pigs
Profit swollen oaths sworn by believers
False synonym of profit is war
Distorted millisecond legacy
Death is loyalty's crown
So are hidden land mines
Harmony's amputee
Phantom is peace
Degenerate is
The cause

October Kiev
Harmony palace
Revolution awoken
Scar distorted margins
Anti equilibrium law epiphany
Dismantle harmony's agreement
Brute riot forces shield legislation
Endorsing political avarice
Rules governing silence
A covenant for pigs
Greed is profit
Or is it war?

Sandcastle Kiev
Are you falling...?

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In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Mind XxxX VI

Climbing cobwebs,

     Thought spider woven cataracts writing black eight digit eyes white tumour blind despite pondering riddles over sleepy clan hollow destined manifestations of an arrow to the heart notched depression of a foreshadowed incursion of ill harboured dread forever yet naught of illicit controlled fate debt.

In earnest anticipation of,

Cute Tourettes Star Wars Profanity

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The Fall of Episodes,

       While I, like so many other of my fellow star nerds out there, hold to the majestically universe aligning righteous belief that only the first three, being 4, 5 and 6 (as Lucas is trying to confuse future generations as to how one should align numbers in correct algorithms to take over our minds!), are worthy of the entitlement of Star Wars and the New Films are merely the attempted rise of a fallen 'oh no I can't get up' power trip of a man's desire to have his way with a universe that so many of us held so dear!

     So came the vapid episode I The Phantom Numb Acting Pain (Not to mention Jar Jar blah blah vomit comet, bobble headed character), then there the next film with it's oh so deep and well acted evolving 'love story,' between a princess became queen then relinquished her crown to become... Yeah, I don't get it either, go episode II Blinding Attack of SGI! Also abysmally acted, by most parties, mish mashed up into another dreary plot and meh script.

      Finally we had Episode III Revenge of the Vacant Plot, which I won't even bother as so many before me have expressed their eloquent words about the film. So I leave you with a brief random access message made last night. Some might think it disgusting or horrible, but really it's just a little spoken nerd rant from a geek into the digital universe, just like this post... Just something silly.

Hive Minded xXx

Last,

     Sun exiled dawn motion never attempted capture as twilight set in mourning's regret on the last day a lonely eagle's golden wing expanse blotted the skies like one ominous cloud determined to eclipse the sun on behalf of the only one left breathing, standing over the dust of his own grave, holding mechanical  hands with the A.I core a hologram fed this historical reconciliation between man and machine as one perished into extinction forever.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XXVII

Linear,

            Displacement of time’s nebula into realms of universal disorder where lying conduct bequeaths dereliction of moral no family loyal crest for guidance to duty gone natural gene spawning pool order rogue for the sake of Avarice’ trenched in our skin plague children who’re fallen but half atonement seeking angels doing not a single lift a finger motion to aid or abet the destruction of Earth, That’s inhumanity’s land of decay entitled ‘our only sandcastle lies in ruin.’

            Choreography of intertwining shadow held the stare of altruism’s sonnet bound the deep magic of a physics to elements creator who let  the algorithm of fate at the world’s end where the well of the last maiden dwells, thrive as they were manifest upon Sandcastle Earth, Lilith, Queen of Vampire sat upon the immortal throne of the undead legions woven by the siblings of Ungoliant the first Dracula Spider who served the dread lord of truth whose name is unmentionable after the laws of Cerberus, hound bred to seek out the master of there never was a land entitled hell, were passed by Raphael assistant dopplerganger of Michael the Fallen Archangel of Lies, this is the future and the past at the very beginning or so it would seem, of the forever fantasy.

            Treasure of the heart’s distinctive assignment to propose that the graph of luck about the mental epidermis is a contagion, spreading chance by indirect brush of a high five tap contact is more fathomable that a not so divine purpose that seems too often convened early due to the disembowelment of ‘God’s will’ upon us mortals, no… The algorithms of the deep magic of chance derived from fate by luck’s not so random destiny of elements and physics should be recognized as something more than an apathetic cause to whim a vocal one choir chord syllable towards, proposing as a jest that it mattered but only for the landscape of a moment… Whatever we are, nature or nurture, Created or Randomly Generated, we’re more than meets the eye, So transform your heart to the keen endeavours of hope, which are bound to empathy and them to ethics and awareness the social scape of equality.

In earnest anticipation of,

           

Hive Minded XXVI

Garage sale,

     Expose of pastures of distant memories dredged up half complaisantly to alter the secondary mentions of a plot inside your head twisted in an attempt to conjure a magic that might sate the conundrum of painful lop nearly always more than one half sided night terrors where you're reliving the satisfactory glances of a bully titled 'dad.'

In earnest anticipation of,

Death: On the Snow Fields (Waking to Hope)

Every morning,

     I start the day off with a song, in the living room. There I do yoga to this classical music infused amazing track and meditate on my life or sit quietly reflecting on nothing but how my body feels in the stretch. When it ends, I get up and receive myself into writing. Even if I haven't completed the pose or thought, why...?

     Because then I know, without a doubt that there was more contentment, joy and hope left to reflect upon and it can be found throughout the day or in the morrow.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XXIV

Not a second,

    All too oft discovered late chance strike of luck to find not all is forlorn, You were malignantly caught up in a circus of dark where the shadows of a trigger's breathe of violence lay heavy in a half the pieces left chess equation should the match of life go on despite the phantom lingering no mirror reflection but the inner gone rogue with mental ill health eye's ability to render the image of a limb complete even though it's playing an amputee disappearing act stage side left curtain of a scar drawn where an arm without force gave itself over to the wounds of invisible mechanisms of war; synonym of greed the sibling of profit daughter of avarice, Sandcastle lands of earth carved appallingly for mines and drone fly-bies under cover of night where visions of green text over matrix black screens bring unimaginable terrors upon children.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XXIII

Censored programming,

    Methods behind the occupy case for conviction of conscience on historical display behind prison noose sentences of citizens challenging the adulteration that is the monetary new age bushido class no morality for the coast of greed political to profit system. This is the society we dwell in, a harsh reality of a symptom impregnating by the spore of Averice, sister of the troll gluttony, mother of the dredge wolves of ever hungry debt seeking mouths for the sake of abating the venom in their fangs as it stings prey into conscious sedation, apathy the mother of Averice would say 'well done my good and faithful daughter! Your atonement unto hell that lies waiting to rule heaven is accomplished.'

In earnest anticipation of,