Access of Arms

No intentions,

     Sister Alice on a spike, Conviction of a judicial system's prejudice against would be death on a birth bed mothers to be, Repentance call from the single digit phone of hell, Life with lines attached missing in a pool of blood spent at being born.

     'Dearest loved one, wish I were alive to hold you, even just one time... But I shan't ever be near, forced by a system to declare notice on either you or I in a moment's notice of choice, The loneliness of the obsidian dream of hell allows too much time for the soul's unison with sorrow. Don't ever draw near to the gates, that is my greatest fear.'

Mum

Sad Morality

In response to rape,

     A cultural phenomena that is ruining life both for the victim and those blaming her... Along with EVERY OTHER WOMAN that comes into contact with such people who perpetrate rape culture. Even if they don't believe it exists, in their melancholy ignorances called sedation! 

     Christian morality has always been about the lesser of two evils for love. You still kill in war, but it is not deemed murder; this is to save lives... I would agree that it is not murder, for it 'spares a life,' in a certain light. You don't stand back and turn the other cheek when the lives of thousands are at risk. Nor do you let a young woman die whose baby will kill her, unless she chooses said option, even if it is metaphoric. To love is your choice, to judge is not, to learn to live in peace is your only option, to lethargicaly deny the choice and never live it, is to surrender yourself to hell.

      Sadly 'christians' today do not believe in equality, fairness and peace, but prejudice, gossip and judgement. God gave those things up when Christ died, it's too bad people get stuck on opinions rather than trying to live what they believe. I don't care what you believe, I care how you live it.

In earnest anticipation of,
VoT

Without Escape

Know when to start dreaming
Break the silence of night
Determine your vision
The escape legend

Eyes wide open
Proctrastinate life away
Living in a lucid landscape
Rise with the mourning to fall
Knees in a breathless moment
Chosen to challenge the will
Avid time wasting
Come undone

Break the sedation legend
Alphabetized lineage of cost
Wasted on an escape
Greed the method

Eyes wide open
Lethargy of the heart
Determines the landscape
Lucid mourning rise after a fall
Chosen moment to challenge
Wake or continue...
To waste away

Hand in hand
Future & the past
Present in this moment
Citizens of the fate discovery
Mock avarice's battle plans
Greed must surely pass
Time to reconcile
Equal hearts
Too long
Divided

Re-Maker

Message from the all father,

     Re-Maker's indecision resulted in our genetic destruction of the unwelcomed make-up, Noise from the beyond subtle in an ultra exposure, Sound of an echo from a new life, Fast to go no where but with the other half of your crew, Delinquent of address save the womb!

     Inappropriate feeling to know the death choice is like napalm to a fetus, Unsurvivable instance set in motion by the external, If not for lingering on without other options then I approve, But for ease... I despise, No indeed I hate! Rage against this system I do not, for every story has its own telling and unto the victims of the pain I cannot wholly say how far they should go for their next kiss before the grave, Which is love...

     Tongue of fire behind a child's lips burning shall never dance the beautiful call of parents, Mother... Father, Savour the rhythm of the voice, Recall it on your death bed as clearly as a logical algorithm of the heart you can see before your eyes... Tonight reclaim the finish before the start... The choice is yours... It already was mine.

In earnest anticipation of,
J

Choreography of Shadows

Mix of lucid dark & intoxicating white,

     Shadows are lost under a wide open sky filled with drones hiding behind clouds, a beautiful air of disguise for a deadly time too long uncalm, gift of the gods are the silhouettes of silently falling bombs, Genetic make up of children distorted in the aftermath of napalm, a prelude to nuclear, Victims of a crime of treachery attempting to reconfigure the war machine to achieve annihilation of another's future, This is today... Welcome.

In earnest anticipation of,
VoT

 

Stereo Who 2.0

You are not human but a projection of a label raged against
Generations fought to rid society of what you perpetuate
A remotely accessed transmitter for lustry pleasures
No sensory organs remain for love
Only consciousness for perception
Publicly shared greed apathy mode
Death to the greatest reason to live
Those worth a damn... Care

Blue collar operator doles out words correctly
Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy
Share the stability of a single digit fist disrespectful cliche
Worked so hard for equality now to prey against it
First world citizens of comfort merely surviving
Sedated on the evil beauty of material wealth

Give no quarter to habitual disrespect
Those who dish it out like its a fashion
Statement that needs to coming back into style
Cause ripples effect demand mutual recognition
So the hatred inside behind a false smile can die
Those who cannot adorn your greed are toss aside
All the while unaware of their commitment to a just crime
Sleep tonight amidst echoes of an inner voice
Chiming the world's denial of the unnatural
Surely your vapid avidity must hang
Under a cobweb noose of shadow
Accepted the dreamstate demands
Habitat for the human condition
Won't allow avarise to spread
Accept & seek an alternative
To this unhappy ending

Stereo poet operator doles out words correctly
Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy
Perpetuate daily the disrespectful cliche
Once upon a working class day spent toiling
For equality now to prey against it
Like the first world do to live
In greed without rain
Lethargic of heart
To all virtue
...Love

The Centre of Dreams

The Ivory Call,

     Another Friday night in the dark, No disco lights or fellow citizens of the human condition in surroundings to be seen, Only one shot at this life, Gotta make the most of taking the best shot at the centre: Of dreams. One day I'll turn back for a quick glance into the past at all the lonely nights and say 'Damn, what a great life, too bad I missed out on that one thing...' Other than surrendering to the will of destiny's enthralling dreams, it was social interaction I couldn't afford time for, thus love evaded the mark of my heart.

      Medals are for civil heroes, All I want is acceptance the basic foundation of love, I'll destroy the mantle of terror brought over our earth by greed with darkness, Words written never seen. With every character out a weight is lifted off my wrist, Where I were my heart. Then I recall the times & this short timeline, If I die tonight... Remember my plague of coughing up reckless words.

     Hang the youth, Manipulate the future, Lock away the past, Sell our children, Sedate our dreams, Fight for greed, Adore lethargic ignorance, Fly to apathy, Murder off love, Deny all virtue... And so on until all destiny is as one, We're become drones... Who serve.

In earnest anticipation of,
J