A Bitter Remix XX

Bath drowning,

     Pool of water bloated vulture swarming liquid punctured skyward glance lungs, Inhaling a gunmetal sea grey ocean in a tide storm pool laying an claustrophobic offensive family intolerance famine torn closet siege apart, Before the eternal calm!

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Podcast Poetry: Living Belief

Living Belief

There is no description

Only what you find therein

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/living-belief

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDq4B5Kx6SY

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Blue Collar fcuk

Blue Collar Fcuk

There is no description,

Save what you find therein.

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/blue-hive-collar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9omjrwkoQaY

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Prostitute Summer

Unmasked!

Prostitute Summer

There is no description, 

Only what you find therein

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/prostitute-summer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q15JjVqrPUY

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Train Poetry

A 

Train Poem

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/the-little-things-train-poetry

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4lSLyx4G5Jepnu3hgfuxtA

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: The Little Things IV

The Little Things IV

There is no description

Only what you find therein

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/the-little-things-iv

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_83XkYyXMNM

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Agitated Silence

Agitated Silence 

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/agitated-silence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfvqjhlxzNw

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetic Podcast: Living Belief

Living Belief

There is no description,

Save what you find therein.

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/living-belief

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDq4B5Kx6SY

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry-Podcast: Sunset Name

Sunset Name

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/sunset-name_1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x662CZEV708

In earnest anticipation of,

A Written Spoken Word: Rune of Luck

Running up sand dunes,

      From the miller's anxious slow glass reverting to grains of above the avarice skies greed's bad no luck son is falling in extended malicious cat nails single puncturing digit palms as dogs chased them down beyond the frozen throne realm over of hell's condescension where the ashes of angels for whom the complication of bells stood idle never tolled, Therein held vocally tone ransom deaf unto inaudible chords unstroked by the touch of time's fatherless origin soul who would omit an overture of logically sound evolutionary speech to surrender all inhumanity incapable of resurfacing greed's crescendo of guilt unto shame's debt.

In earnest anticipation of,