Maleficent Disinterest in Condescension: A Turning of Tides I

Bitter sermons of an outcast, 

     Rogue grammatically poetic errors half carted as if dead up from a hoarse and bloody frowning always since her genesis overly abused thrashed invisibly silent noose throat, Whose sermon was but a pathetic indescribable psalm of love no one but the intangible ghosts long historical legend clouds lost amidst nearly undisputed myths, Fear hath caused to arise; Angels, Time's only ineclipsble unreunitable whilst living lovers!

In lieu of their participation in,
Welcoming us post hope home!

Maleficent Condescension: Devoid of Compassion I

The Son is nothing,

      And G-d is but Abbadon's ghost, An astronaut floating lifeless through the vast contagion of oblivion left to breath on her own, Beyond doubt...He's been drifting amidst the shooting rummage, For stars are but the derelict bullets of space, Awry projectiles whose meaning escaped the gravity of salvageable capacity; For his meaningless conventions and illogically driven compulsions there is no excuse, Unto Him be all pathetic intolerable psalms be; Spoken in misunderstanding and disgust, For He rained no love but blood in worthless vengeance down upon us!

In lieu of His participation in,
An inexcusable existence!

14th's Love...

If I had remembered,

    The expression of a broken half hinged on healing heart's wish was poetry... Maybe the silence expounding as uncommitted failure of intelligence... or stupidity of a fiend shining in the cosmetic dark as a mechanism of goodness resonating in attempts to control the impact of wounds via calligraphy in fearless articulation, Morbidly healing as an unsolicited and abandoned forgery of a heart's crashed derelict convicted hope inhabiting the silent depths of... Hopefully we won't have to wait too romantically long to find out.

      Because the drunk called love is just waiting, ere so closely to stumble, Seemingly aimless, Through our heart's conversationally irrational in that very moment's version of events front uninhabited by security nodding their consent door. So smile, It's coming, Despite the irrevocable story given via a manipulative rental monetary profit expenditure tarot oracle card manipulating reader telling you it's a long road off... She's lying. Smile. Love's a coming.

In lieu of our participation in,
Becoming too comfortable with our lovers...
Subsequently... Farting.  

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!