Heroes Amidst Disability IV

Closed centre,

     Downed liquid algorithms of faulty illicit radiant passions allowing what resembles lethargic debt to concave invisibly into blood, Evaporating the faithless memory tangent ache wilderness of hope up in ochre fire between the captured wind and guardian battle never fought delivered fate, Hidden behind the thieving smiles of inhumanity's seemingly plus one up level tangent constant mathematics field of choice formulated by greed's timeless conquer plotted our will into depravity.

In lieu of our participation in,
Drowning willingly
In evaporated hope

Her... VI

Never undesirably wanted,

     To declare any protagonist value in life more than this simple lover's poetic scribe; I miss you every worthwhile day and each dream filled night. Because in dreams the lucidity of you is distant and the tangibility of snuggles isn't always apparent and.. When I'm awake there's the silent departure of working, Which is for now unhappily yet brilliantly most necessary!

In lieu of our participation in,

Life together

Seeds of Poets Screaming at Wolves I

Distant,

     Skeletal memory inner cage ribs ache of hope collecting dust under the seemingly pacifist excuses adorned by black wolves disguised as hologram swollen oblivion's congealing birth of heartlessness vultures instead of innocent simple sheep sighting misery as their number prejudice one indignation silent reason for the homicide of neglect known as suicide's death loss of no one cared with love enough to pay but their excuses homage until... It's too bullet slit wrist late.

In lieu of our participation in,
Playing a game never meant to exist
Standing idle as life is lost
Close to home

The Little Things: Diagram of Conscience

Electric tangibles,

     Heart mathematics subconscious algorithmic prison of luminescent murmur light beatings, Transposing memory purple ache bruises of violet hue into hideous ochre vermilion perpetual wounded assault shades of empty door broken shell in shocked home!

In lieu of our participation in,
Manipulating the context of caring

A Parent Enters...

The night is darkest,

      It is just before dawn, the youngest heart fearful pangs of another family's youngest child entitled: Timmy, is breathing in shallow another night acquainted hair on bristled ends with emotion terror as his father - for lack of knock - enters...

     'Dearest son,' it is whispered,' I came in to guard you once again, from what hides not under the bed, but betwixt the unnatural fibres of your closet in the echo of darkness.' Please tell me, whisper it owe so sweetly that I might sleep again one more peaceful night, tell me you're not like so many... Nod if you're not gay,' the father's head lowers as his disdainful prayer finishes in earnest anticipation of... 

     The young near harbinger's noose death toll lies Tommy, who gives the most shallow of nod.

In lieu of our participation in,
Guarding closets...
Instead of hope!

A Point(ed)less Mess I

Goose horrendous,

     Step of insidiously unnatural greed consciousness endorsing slavery into a stratholme no quest ever told labyrinthine grace holocaust of unforgettable regret graft from the people's whose traversed memory we've displaced, Guilty of wilful unholy neglected loss are we, All who've tried to rule our fears with forgetfulness...

In lieu of our participation in,
Requesting slumber after the awakening

The Unacceptable Voice of Acceptance II

Breathe involuntarily in,

     Lost in the chronicles of harm, Wrists are vomiting after making f(r)iend's with bullet tipped knives once again, Suicide is a homicide of neglect, The patron life forever itching to apply the venom of the infinite oblivion fantasy untold to their very last next breath's cost!

In lieu of our participation in,
Pretending that waiting isn't idleness
A thread of pacifism that astounds
But rarely reunites us with shame