Maleficent Condescension: Hate's Coming Down I

Feel my teeth crack

In darkness I begin to sing

Weaving monstrous emotions

Once grounded from over listening

Forgetting all capacity to think

Just waiting for the betrayal

Of heaven's ever impending

Death comes for us all

All this theology

Pathetically quiet psalms

Muted deaf tones rumbling

Hummings of distressed angels

Hollow in unity and numb of accord

As our limbs are extensions of faith

Never reaching we grasp

But in dying

Assassinate your terror

Begin to translate the differences

Between conviction and homeless love

One moves with shameful results within

The other demands statistics

Memorized circumstances

Rarely heavenly

Feel Elijah's teeth crack

As in aching hopelessness

We in unison stung begin to sing

Breathing out monstrously ruled emotions

Illusions marketed as pulpit substance

A bribe for a grey woven bride

Whose dress is but rags

Used to dress...

All we deny

All this theology

Descended upon our deafness

Hearts lullabied into waking sleep

By Pathetic choruses of psalms

Mutedly we hummed in unison

As hollow robotic children

Responding to algorithms

We leave temples lifeless

As but walking tombs

Devoid of conviction

Never reaching

But in dying

Assassinate complications of terror

False translations of a dishonest syndicate

Relentlessly transcribing pacified convictions

Embedding little creeping theological promises

Keeping your discipline of earnest loyalty idle

Sleeping in memorized pathetic sentiments

Psalms disorganized to lead you wrong

Read in unified backwards context

Keeping ignorance strong

As one thou shalt sing!

Wherein resides your seed

Does it stain the remnants of your hope

Swaying loyalty amidst memories of mistakes

From shame's dishonest pacifism masked as pride

During sleep the walking dreamer resides

Telling you the water was never wine

To rise up and walk in honesty

As one of awakened hive

Seeking to improve life

For everyone!

Despite...

Hive Mind: Groping Gravity I

Unwelcomed healer, 

     Adulterating hands of an illegitimate right entitled father, Hiding in an estuary as a spider for the dove, Eternally, she will unwillingly come, Venturing forth in a safe incapacitated haven's prisoner of the state's will capacity, Shamefully... Walking up every step just to meet; Her unheroic ending.

     Lost is another youth, The transcript of her tragedy, Sleeping now as a mere trophy of a father's once upon a grotesque time, Wherein under his unsavable t(r)oll camouflaged foster bridge lour for a house her story shall forever wait.

      Her adolescent stolen unexcavated until the end of time's supply of brooding seconds crushed hope never migrated from concepts of mirage knit love kept active in nightmarish squalls of origin source parents trapping darkness within closets wherein she found the only life gravity preserver she'd ever known: The abyss of an endlessly burrowed empty uncovered chest. Hiding at the bottom of meaninglessness, Wherein the system of municipalities without decency to see kept children behind one way barbed wire; Hidden; Guised in hostility, Awaiting their chance to enact cruelty.

     For stuck is the affordable malice of transcripted silence, Cheap and unappeasable is the insatiable taste of unrealized vengeance, Hemmed into all the scars used to waltz oneself back to uninvited life amidst the silent stage of cruelty, Hidden... Everything is true, Even if disarmed as pretend.

In lie of our participation in,
Abiding... The Abyss! 

Hive Mind: Condescending Affirmations I

Raise my hands,

     As one to die, But you'll never trade... For me, no. Not a single entity entitled one should ever suffice, Not even Christ! Lest we all be remnants of a parade granted its due course, Yet always predestined for a specific requestion of salvation, Whose prerequisites the depravity of our seemingly endless inhumanity hasn't yet met, A tiered surmountation of shame mistranslated by pride, Beyond internal doubt; We believed! We're only inhuman... After all.

In lieu of our participation in,

Embedding the doubt!

Hive Mind: More Often: Ghosts! I

Reliant on the judgement,

      Call the distance between myself and salvation... Insanity, But the pacifist within let out his last dying intolerable breath long ago, Whoever resides within now, Can be found rummaging over pathetic psalms that used to convolute emotions described as insufferably proud!

     Tomorrow when this ghost rises and begins to roam, Wherever this invisible may be found, May it be for the changing of inhumanity, To bolster hope, Make agreements with equality and breath a relentless intangible breath of awakening upon its proximity!

     For whatever humanity was left when my shell left this proxy to traipse amongst the sleeping rabble must haunt the remnants alive, As a phoenix whose fantasy rebirth is never transcribed... So should the intangible me that is I, Find finality at last, Amongst the meandering spectres whose history becomes legend as the rumour of their affliction grows.

In lieu of my participation in,
Whatever becomes me insufferably!

Beached Children III

Advantage conformity

Forget your own humanity

Individuality is a false idolatry 

Lethargy is our new empathy
Welcome to society

Allowing the violence

Of empathy to define me

Breathing in the toxically clean air

Beyond all my life's prayer savings

Board haunted up mansion like dreams

Of lands beyond waking memory

Beyond this life chanting voices

Past our repetitive cursed lines

Of our unrealistic fairness

Only defiled by this:

Our ongoing dream

A lie of violence

On karma

and...
Oxygen

The beauty of breathing

Muddled breath of dying life

Can't possibly be our definition of happiness

Our impurity: this idolatry of torture

Is the a coffin of remorse

We don't even feel

While surviving

Or so we call it

Advantage conformity

Addiction scares away the memory

Communion's wine masks our lethargy

We're stained with empathy for a regurgitated Amen

A stable doubt murdered out guilt that would awaken shame

As G-d she remains lethargic so we too are silent

Watching karma attempt to carve children

From our ashen black road to hell stone

Out of the sea endless tomb shores

Where she lost all her friends

Kids who sank like rocks

In an ocean of pretend

Make believe hope

It's a sea of...

Her sadness

Maybe G-d is a fixation

A voice derelict in my head

My inconsistent sleeping imaginary hope .

An L.S.D misinterpreted dream

Silent amidst their torture

Because it's so unreal

A thread of waking

Splintered and buried

Amidst the poison of hibernation

Our willingly dismissed reality

Empathy is a curse

To which we won't...

Willingly wake up

The Little Things: Forbidden Begging

Sutures of Ignorance,

     Where joy lives, Sheltered in awareness' pardon for which we begged no forgiveness as our hope writhed as a victim; in cables of resentment.

In lieu of our participation in,
Detaching

Hive Mind: Pathetic & Prodigal I

Glistening tempest,

      What seethes is light amidst the dark's most foreboding mental twilight, Adapting wounds to injuries that never scarred, Open behind the inner lidless heart wishes it was momentarily blind eye, Weaving dishonest false prosthetic hope psalms like as a lethargic seer repeating only on incapability, Unable to forecast an ending to the apathy within is the pathetic and dreary leech self mental deteriorating health entitled prophet.

In lieu of our participation in,
Losing faith in hope