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

Press enter...

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

Beta Test the Isolation Solution!

Mic test,

      Sleep in the silence of the ghost fog over your vocal white tumour eye chords no more, visit Spoken Word University's 'The Auditorium,' a beta testing Research and Development arena for the voice. Its a 32 human cognitive engine holding universally aligned digital linear guidance of the creative synapse fire inside, online; 32 person TeamSpeak 3 Server: Spoken Word University. Searchable once online within TeamSpeak 3.  

                                   The Auditorium on Spoken Word University's Website

     In the future, if interest and funding in the project is procured there will hopefully be a three hundred person TeamSpeak 3 Auditorium online at all times.

      Because we all know there are creatives out there who can't afford to attend a major slam competition to gain recognition or develop their voice and stage presence. Spoken Word University hopes to give birth to a new realm of creativity, where everyone is equal; the only difference between artists (Speakers) will be how you yourself perceive them.

      Let go the false manifest eye never witness destiny unless via the preconception of illegitimate skeptic flame frozen glass mirror fire melting all reflections like the plague that infests our consciousness, teacher and pupil are the same, both human beings and we are all the apprentices of The Spoken Word.

      Because not even I can tell you how you should write to speak Spoken Word. There are countless word slinging algorithymns that alter the parameters of how one should speak, we haven't even really got into language weaving in the evolution of spoken word yet. Exciting times in creativity!


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,

Villainous Times: Intro Guardian Wings

No one has written,

      Maybe the standard for 'the first submission' is very high and as of yet to be anywhere near met via said works of the citizens of the Witness Guardian. I know not, though that is my only guess.

      So what to write...? Certainly nearly anyone who exists has a story to tell that might be found worthy of being broadcast under the witness guardian protection digital media program of this here little website, but what shall this tale stagnantly tell? Possibly it is not derelict, as an ancient nothing but rusted out holds long looted by pirates about to run aground on a shoreline where no tourists, nor natives, have ever dwelt. It shall be an odyssey of a grand undiluted saga of win! Yes, win, for all your basis are belong to us.

      How bout a telling of an everlong saga of nearly all starving to not so struggling artists, the woeful longsuffering life of perseverance despite... Well, hereafter you shall have it.

　Nearly all journeys,

      Into the creative side of writing are uniquely besieged by dark tides. Some adventures are riddled with writer's block which can send your dreams down a porcelain throne if you're not diligent to continue writing; this is also true of those who finish a first or third draft of a work they deem 'magnificent' or 'a game changer in their creative realm' and thus give up their dedication to their craft in order to persuade others to produce or sponsor their project.

      There are countless instances of artists being plagued by external avenues of time theft. Whether that be f(r)iend or arch nemesis if your ever presence fails and you delay ever long, there may come a time when you walk back to the door of your dreams... You find it locked, thus you begin knocking, no one responds. Therein is silence, the pattern of creative beauty is no longer at home in any landscape of your mind.

      The achievement at the quest's end, to make merely enough to continue writing, unhindered. Mine began with an accident, well two to be exact. The first was that of my body being damaged beyond diagnosis. I was twenty three years old when, at work, a fork lift came round the bend of pallets. In a fright the driver lurched and I was struck by the tusks and sent falling into said stacks of pallets. All would have been well if the young lad had merely looked ahead, as I did, slowing in the tight bend.

      No diagnostic tool, from bone to cat of scans, conjured results of my injury and for nearly a year I was overcome with pain and the mental haze of pain killers. Finally I simply began stretching and holding yoga poses at home from a book I got second hand at a charity shop.

      Out of money and no where to live, having no f(r)iends from a bullied lonely youth and subsequent useless young adulthood I began to write. Words streamed out of me as poetically infused prose journal entries. What I read was imaginative empathy trapped in the horrors of the rage inside. At the hand of chance's fate I ended up across the country working for a massive corporation and quickly began moving up the ladder, though not so swiftly of pay grade and the writing all but came to a screeching halt.

      Then the second accident happened, I believed a lie. A creature unimaginable floated by as butterfly, beauty on one side but decrepit on the other. Sadly everyone that knew her believed she was at very least, normal, thus so did I. In the presence of a therapist/counsellor years down the road I heard her say 'I hid things from him and lived that way because I never trusted him.'

      What I had to offer, she wanted, the comfortable life of a sedated pacifist. But my creative rage instilled words would not be quelled by the offer of sex; after all I had barely touched her realized her deviant ploy the day after she moved in and we weren't physical before that... Alas for the deadly mask of lies that came off immediately in betrayal. The line was clear 'If you weren't even interesting in meeting my needs, so I had someone else do it.'

      Now I write endlessly, after recognition and a lengthy recovery of multiple mental illnesses rebuilding my body from injury and the plague of dead confidence, deadly self loathing esteem and an eating disorder, the too thin of shell kind, I am now nearly 'normal.'

Prescription's Decline

Vivid delirium nonsense

Conquest of a protagonist

Salient infantry private in uniform

Regular patient of the bomb shelter

Cold sirens dilute all daylight

Distress method of destiny

Integrate lucid anomalies

Gas ruined breathing

Lobotomy's silence

Failure of strategy

Mend in death

     What is this malarky, stop the swelling vermilion red's kindred tide of anti-sedation upon the shores of consciousness! We are comfortable here, but alas the poem goes on...

Medication on notice

Paranoia attention decline

Deficit lost profit disorder

Monetary guilt trip up in arms

Toxins under forced recovery sheets

Prevail against peaceful sleep

Sinking in a red tide of sweat

Ocean of beads skin fallen

Pills bleeding prescription

Sedated in overdose

Pills will prevail... 

The first half a poem, one of many thousands.

      At least I'm stable and carry only the baggage that helps mend others through spoken word, lyrics, podcasts and prose poetry. I live to write and write to die, empty. In hopes that the journeys I craft will help others in some way. Through social issues read from various online news sources to the hearing of a tragic story first hand, I write about what seems to matter; equality, domestic violence, mental illness, prejudice, injustice, love, mother earth, father time and artificial intelligence, a cyborg holding the last human's hand in the end.

      For one it might be realizing and confronting a grievous wound or explicit deep scar trauma. For others it might be witnessing in their minds the sorrows of others, unable to change the node on the dial or alter the channel to escape the imaginary landscape adventure.

      Whether it's being able to identify with others in a new and beautiful, empathetic to non pacifist way after being stolen away on a journey through tragedy, loss or mourning or the realization that they are or have indeed suffered and confront that reality, possibly for the first time... Hope is the prescribed outcome, that is my only hope.

Bipolar Beauty

Paralysed bipolar look up scene

Beauty trapped in fire infused sand

Mirror amplifies the psychosis

Derangement not by choice

Furniture inside deforms

Despite the prescription

Still hallucinating

Abnormal scientific referral

Accepted terms for testing

Abrasive codex of dignity

Accidental manic prey

Bipolar schizophrenic shallow breathing

Darkness of the mind depressive

Sworn to psychosis secrets

Trapped in her own head

Yet she is defined...

By illness instead of beauty

      Where does your mending begin? On a train home from work after Baring Witness to an audacious conversation between two gossiping quacks? In a school room after taking in the impact of a lesson spoken by some random workshop poet scheduled in for the day? After some traumatic misery signal that was the sign you prayed or hoped for that would spark you to change... But sadly you didn't until it was too late?

      There is no such thing as writer's block, there is just being stuck. Persevere, write on and create despite the lack of inspiration, you'll never know what you might craft if you believe you're stuck and don't make a move forward in your creative endeavours.

     There is no such thing as being tone deaf, when your mother calls you over the phone, you know who it is... You can instantly tell by her tone whether or not she is happy, upset, sad or frustrated. Slowly apply this to your own voice and you too can learn to sing in beautiful tones of melody.

      The point is, don't stop creating before you've started just because someone informed you or some media state of ill propaganda fed to you throughout you life instilled a belief that 'you cannot... because.' Unlearn such non-sense and begin mending, healing, scoping out your own wounds to scar them over, cauterize them and slowly heal.

      We can never be perfect for ourselves or our partners, but we can be complete in our selves. They can help the mending process, but only we can find contentment in who we exist as, projecting the ball and not always healthy chains of our past with us as we travel towards the escapees of conscience, acceptance and compassion.

      I leave you with a poem written while witnessing, which seems appropriate given the content herein is written for a guardian proposing that life's witnesses view, digest and reassemble to share a tale with would be clicky fingered viewers.

Baring Witness

      Crows gossip beside me, murder stains their beaks, vermilion scales of painted red dance like pawns cursing a game they never meant to play, sinisterly calm in year long trenches of venomous speech, paper wire tapping idle of response unstable personalities bounding ridicule against f(r)iends through parasitic liquid revenge sworn unto death seething from the mouth of hate...

In earnest anticipation of,

767 Online World Addict Complex I

Storm Trooper online

Laser evil twitching finger

Crime scene of bullet comets 

Laser single file hidden number blasts

Social tragedy life ending imprints

Comments of depression buried 

Open beta idle battle field realm 

Outsourced test child dummy

Readings between bullies

Lines of a complex

Hiding their hate

Altitude adjustment

Cancerous derelict attitude

Surviving under-bridge denial
Socially accepting stigma bully

Vapid paper mache persona

Playing online pretend

That hate can't win

Hasn't already...

Sunken seeds

Deep within

Paradox shadowtrooper

Laser sabotaged pendulum

Synthetic li(f)e force sith crystals

Imperial randomly blasted comments

Dregs open pariah ambition beta hate test

Online miserable targets of malevolence

Casualties of a cyber star distant war

Darth no skywalker buried complex

Midichlorian virgin messiah birth 

Masked struggle with fate

Fire rebirthed f(r)iend

Thriving on pain

Attitude convulsion

Derelict anarchist twitch

Thriving on digital agitation

Imbiber of online troll clamor

Social bully mirror stigma denial

Vapid paper mache persona

Playing online to pretend

Hiding animus discord

That hate hasn't won

Hasn't already...

Planted seeds

Deep within

Digital Sith Lord 

Lightsabre anarchy

Dark Jedi Knight online

Laser evil twitch death sword

Random elegance single file blasts

Hidden number social life tragedy

Darth wish of a Vader imprint

Chaos burying depression

Open beta idle battle field

Ronin bounty realm
Complex of hate

Dregs admiration
Needless seriousness

Self victimization complex

Entitlement of every moment

Spending funds bashing pacifists

A dialogue of hatred dispensed

Carpe Diem symbiote of rage

Gaming to sate depression

Hidden history of violence

Playing online pretend

That hate can't win

Hasn't already...

Sunken seeds

Deep within

A Moustache Movember

If it's not for you...

    It's not for you...

Look every's body, it's Juton's Mo Space!

Check it...

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Movember 2013!

I really don't like it, but I do it for the cause!

Look, I'm afraid of the mirror on my phone!

Trying to hold the contempt for face in...

Embracing it...

In earnest anticipation of,