Obstructing Rape's Justice V

Visibly discriminating,

       Phantom memory ache, Incapacitated down facing emotion rake of terror wish, Exploding callous barrel of chivalry's adopted hate, Lying in abduction wait, Over sexual tone cat & kinky mouse heirloom phone voice under sexual toned shadows, Portraying erotic second choice logic tension themes in lewd woven language mouth, A disgusting mental imposed surreal image docking in the hive wreaking gaunt intimate carnal havoc mind of a smutty customer obscenely raunchy service 3rd wanton party representative,

      Witnessed by willingly idle blind covert lust practising condom ring never fiancée worn artists, Pacifists until avarice's pleasure grey moral party experience desire sets wholly in, Empowering a tone incoherent perplexing mute rape pass, A morally deaf aggressive sexual hate advance of a confident masculinity project built within a mobile inhumane generation of husks.

         Grit bearing sex anxious harm teeth down venomously upon victims, Who come to see sexual cobra vampire fangs in the mouth of every man... 

In earnest anticipation of,
Change

Void Health Shift I

Swarm Oath,

     Taken to end the war of a spear's grinning tip, Masking cancerous intentions of a hunting death party, Marked with the diseased scent of a F(r)iend's li(f)e to yourself minuscule demeanour silhouette, Methodically dreaming of a malicious Shakespearian blood exposed curdling scene, Finding yourself necrotically dead husk of a man standing over the fallen skeletal hands of said enemy in the mirror's dignity, Too wayward spell long spent battling adversary imposters, Incanted into your sickness gaunt disguised gone inner rogue blind eye, A dementia ode time over you victory! A Lewis Body emotion terror flag.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Mind L IX

At war,

      Hunting spear grin tip marked with the scent a F(r)iend's silhouette, In dream wolves' skin epidermis tattoo arrives, As the lunatic predator hunts down our plastic comfort intention reverie, A conscious sedation mindshare bought by a newspeak terminology media hive televised speech.

In earnest anticipation of,

Citadel of Luck

For ages past,

     I circled the world of entitles life, a black in chains of hopelessness sheep in the dungeons of a luck predator's sand citadel universe, every ounce of my white chance at happiness was spent on the die roll, on that day. The one I met you...!

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Class Esteem Suite

Class Esteem Suite

Acceptance

Aspiration's struggle

Class alleged proposal suite

Illegal exit bulimic esteem plan

Slated terms of standing conditions

Not that the pretence of your masculine

Red aggressive projection card attended

Any third witness party attention

To caring for anyone or thing

Save overcoming

Said anorexic

Self Esteem

In earnest anticipation of,

On Spreaker

On Youtube

Malefic Condescension X II

Surprised,

       Angry vermilion dawn skies, Drowning aspirations of the Lonely, Dementia eulogy old  & Stuttering of voices' hand, Made of stained atonement glass: A work labelled 'shots fired forever lost is grace.' Whose eternal rejection sting is good fatal dream news that stifles the living: Save the homeless, who count themselves as hopelessly less than Karma's lost, Burnt sheep of a black reincarnated ashen 'once again' offering, Palette of infinite nameless soul recycling!

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Tone Aggression Deaf

Tone Aggression Deaf

Tone Defiance

Deaf Aggression

Volatile Circumstance

Of Unconsented Touch

Made by Pathetic Immoral

Trench Gone Mad

Rogue Men

In earnest anticipation of,

On Spreaker

On Youtube

Whole Foods Market: Reports (of me)

If you asked,

    Most every team member will give a different report of me, but one thing is true that all of them will confess; that once upon a fairly disavowed tale of an aimless dust collecting time, I believed in Whole Foods Market, but sadly my dignity was stolen by managerial staff given 'too many chances.'

      So I stood alone, after receiving messages and reports from fellow staff during toxic environment events that someone must stand up to... I did just that, but in doing so was left alone to dwell in silence before the investigation committee, thusly in the end were all my faults magnified whilst my manager smiled and grinned, slithering between snake skinned lips, 'you better get used to this, I'm not going anywhere.' 

     So once I was positively charming, a smile upon my helpful face, willing to go above and out of my way beyond to assist. But the timeline of me existence within can be pie charted and supported by witness that in the attention deficit end, I was a hollow husk of hope's former happiness.

     The existence of self externally to, Whole Foods Market, suffered. The art I portrayed for social change, away from white stigma blind acceptance of intolerant views and ignorance was in draught. So here I am divided between courage to stand by pressing 'publish,' or remaining silent, in submissiveness of attitude to the former Whole Foods Market manager's unsavoury phantom memory, an ache I can barely twitch my self over at night. Because once I believed and now I've been taught that I'm blind to proper 'help the world' actions. Writing to inspire seems a silly poetic device of meaninglessness gone awry in my li(f)e.

    I don't blame anyone person. I've been at the top looking down at the sphere of managerial tension, but diplomacy's nature failed and continues to do so, that is the true sadness. That 'Team Leaders' all over the world, within and external to, Whole Foods Market, steal the dignity of their staff until they go back to employment in a world of greed's depravity, seeking to find their humanity.

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Malefic Things I

Reaching,

     Casually into the strangely dim for wax mythical stained magical glass wings of teething angels, Suckling on the emotion under bed of darkness terror dream infested prayers of children.
     
In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Masculinity Project

Masculinity Project

Derelict Facilities

Of Nature Accomplish

Our  Covert Rape Culture's 

 Aggressive Masculinity Project

A Grotesque Hive Blind Mind

Inner Sexual Deviant Eye

Tone Socially Deaf

Accepted...

In earnest anticipation of,

Further Sadness

On Spreaker
On Youtube

The Little Things XX I

Visibly discriminating,

     Predatory tone covertly deaf masculine aggressive body flirtatiously kink violent language pass, Attempt to subdue a one throbbing night's cocoon torn open, no bed dark side manners, on the conscience' stand.

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetry Podcast: Napalm Bloom

Napalm Bloom

Only swelling time buds will tell

As the napalm glue flushes open 

The epidermis cocoon

On Spreaker

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things XX

Intolerant masculinity project,

      Building sexually aggressive hostility within mobile inhumane socially engineered male husks, Teething daughters to fear!

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Poetic Podcast: Acting...

Acting the Rapist

Attempting to overthrow

A open rape one night production crew

Where the actor is part of someone

Who wants to tear your epidermis cocoon open

On behalf of an overly toned aggressive touch

Filled with a sexual tide of violence

The masculinity...

Of our age

On Spreaker

On Youtube

In earnest anticipation of,

Obstructing Rape's Justice IV

Beyond portals,

     A bitter touch of red, Lies the alpha upon omega illegitimate chemical touch imbalance complex occurs as domestic epidermis cocoon unexplanetory violence' decrepit existence worthless paper knee clipped folded preyer hand's excuse, To lay hands on you... Yet again.

In earnest anticipation of,

Malefic Procedure Condescending Managers 2.0

Dearest Animals,

      As 1984 Leaders you: suffer this Orwellian world under your equinox toxic protocol eye verbal stare of willingly abusive witness blind feet, Stomping the silent bottom employment's totem blunt pole of three month force(d) moral defunct assurance security abduction: rate of deposited grave enlisted shift yard parole, A broken engine blood 100% down, Production induced enslavement procedure monitored line manager up, To monotonously micro meticulously mechanically inhuman self-engine follow, Lest ye fail the spineless 90% scrutinizing hover sovereign attention over the shoulder employment days under the occupation theorem of your puny status ladder online irreversible storage updates of life.

     How were you given the opportunity to over sea people, when you have no soft people skills? Don't explain yourself, I'm not daft, University educated yet treated as witless as you attempt to micromanage the simplified documentation on the wall in front of me, in plain diagram to follow text, tasks! A below average primordial dimwitted teenager derelict of consciousness could make ease of this!

     You must have been a brown clause nose adopted member of managerial infected greed children of the cosmic hive profit only matters like sick minded reality alignment. Don't dare you begin to tell me the story of how long you've been with the company, that you deserve to be where you are. Nothing matters beyond your nose unless its the grotesque bear form ass of your boss you've been suckling at for the past age of your life, especially how you profess to care about employees below your social malignant stigma intolerance status.

    Dire circumstance dice, Snake tattooed slave rolled in permanent epidermis ink, Undeniably desperate to feed its lonely teenage wrong time offended sons battling younger sibling daughters, Both at captive home protesting this right of chapter life: Baby-illicit lost time sitting. Existing in the deluge of amputated shameless conscience man morality hole down managerial bleed out staff, Troll under the secret 90 day employment parole toll ageing fifty year work bridge, Holding onto the clause of retirement's age 55 early death restricted denied hope access! Stealing all its subordinate marionette's eternally supposedly equal liberties, Replacing them with a conscious green over black screen matrix text sedation, A hyper everyone must click link. All the while saluting a god wearing Gucci greed do nothing in the end goggles, who stores folders of fodder's files in a Prada leather soul burdened manifest profit destiny blessed bag.

     It is a thousand  leaps and toxic foot print bounds that you've found your way into this managerial role! A swollen God Damned the world inside your swollen buzzard all must procedurally follow the status bloated quo plague example of your hand chain of me command mouth spouting hate blame the victim speech tongue regurgitating hateful spite intolerance straight from your vulture skeletal white husk cross tattooed gut.

     How do you live with your intolerable immoral confident yet conviction-less, self in the mirror? Are you so white tumour inner placid, raise no compassionate finger, eye blind?  How can you treat the puppets at your feet this historically recorded slavery way, you repeat daily... Do you not see the fear for their ability to feed their families behind their subjugated submissive servitude eyes as they twelve hour shift days work as slaves for meagre wages... Does nothing give your gut an awful ache? I bet you instantly change the channel or walk away in rage that you've just intolerably suffered to witness a child televised starving, in a charitable request or journalistic way!

      Well surprise mother illegitimate power drunk trip f*cker! I get it, you've been complacent in this position too long of holding on to other people's derelict bulimic self esteem dignity in the top tier for too long, now 'Manager' is now built in. You can't see it's graft to the failure that is your personality, I mean to say that nature's moral trench is a wreckage and it's in part thanks to people like the lion in you, desiring to tame everyone in sight.

      It's a hard self confession pill of a rock to swallow, the fact that atonement's clause will never be yours. The epidermis habitat cocoon that is everything about you is against humanity, indeed you empower an early coffin grave for a young father, your yard is his prison. For the ideals your hope once conjured no longer ring any matter of profitable fact true! 

     We, the proletariat harbingers, are now more educated, adaptable and better at the 'job,' you profess to do. Upon our backs does your malignantly cancer spread, unfortunately we're too weary from our daily bleed grind to life the remnants of our fingers to supposedly democratic vote against you. We acknowledge who runs this world and it isn't our benign governments. Because you're stuck in an ancient vibe of process that's no longer necessary, our education system no longer needs to fill it's shell with like no minded drones once reserved for the corporations that desire their 'any office to coffee shop we own this space,' everyone mustn't be exactly the sedated same. 

     Save hum-beat the old-drum animals proclaiming themselves defiant still, as if leaders.

In earnest anticipation of,
Our Freedom

Daily Poetry Podcast: Important Notice

An Awful Toast

Tone Dead Silence...

In earnest anticipation of,

Youtube Version

Spreaker Version

Daily Podcast Poetry: Napalm Bloom

Napalm Bloom

Only the swollen time buds will tell

As the napalm bloom fire forces open

The world's over wide

Epidermis cocoon

In earnest anticipation of,

Links: 

Youtube Napalm Bloom

Spreaker Villain of Truth's Napalm Bloom

The Little Things X IX

Visibly discriminating,

     Predatory tone covertly deaf masculine aggressive body flirtatiously kink violent language pass, Attempt to subdue a one throbbing night's cocoon torn open, no bed dark side manners, on the conscience' stand.

In earnest anticipation of,

Daily Podcast Poetry: Street Trick Corner

Street Trick Corner

Child's Street

Card drawn chalk life

Board(ed) up trick corner

Silenced by congealing vermilion

Memory sweat ache stained pillows

Once white cloud hour stolen glass lives

A rear history self mirror contained view

Endorsed by willingly blind participants

Funding slavery's reincarnation

On prophetic margin repeat

Endless pathetic psalms

Of mythical gold

Streets of...

Trickery

In earnest anticipation of,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZD9W1k2jBo

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton/street-trick-corner