Hive Mind: Docile Tranquillity II

Alcoholocuast docility,

     A conformitist's symphony of fortified melodies in retreat of intoxication, Transporting an apathetically floral wilting ideology of intolerance, As a curfew granted by a vintage wing attempting to weave inspiration of equality dream, Speechlessly granting consent to conformity, No longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful aspiration key with all willingly acute blind apathetic view wilderness surroundings; Devoid of grace. 

In lieu of aspirations,
Save the currency of greed,
Whose existence is jealousy!

Hive Mind: Docile Tranquillity I

Alcoholist docility,

     Delivering an apathetic tolerance curfew granted by a vintage consent of conformity no longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful key with its churning endlessly surroundings.

In lieu of one wish,
Being shielded. 

Hive Mind: Watered Down Hope I

Nicotine nightmare patch,

     Attempting to infect the character proof of growth unfolded dreams of shame that run apathetic black endlessly stretched and rampant seething hatred white behind closed puppet of conformity insomniac eyes in every attempt to cast off all that can never say goodbye during a life committed to intolerance when sobriety into equality is the only left motion to make before the kaleidoscope eclipse of life... Ends as a final exit riddled with the insecurities of shame.

In lieu of our pursuit,
Of hope & her sanity

Hive Mind: Complicated Notes II

Paper flightless apathy planes,

     Lonely flight skyless principle wings weighted irrationally down by whispers numb of sanity sinking, Down beyond the holocaust burnt hatefully out fumes left of the clouds of tolerance by the demons of intolerance whose glory is shaming others for caring!

     Cauterize the cross's scars of compassion, Left on the hands hidden deep within fumigated of hope pockets, Witnessing life with well malice placed neglect in excess, Remunerating all methodology of conflict by inaction in order to thrive in the ocean of conformity, Compiling shame as the infinite composition of shame singing down the dead unchallenging spines of the children who claim nothing but a golden noose at the end of greed.

Hallelujah,
To death...
Or is it,
A second chance...?

Hive Mind: Complicated Notes I

Paper apathetic planes,

     Weighted ration down by numb remiss of tolerance opinions, Witnessing life with pocket buried compassionless hands full of purposefully facade placed neglect excuses remunerating their obedience repressive theology to the composition of singing in an unchallenged key with conformity.

In lieu of our willing participation in,
Watching the world fashion hate,
Like it's just another part of life,
When it's really the opposite

Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic II

Methodical incisions: Breaking attempts,

      At other heart's to mend the danger's brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping through a wilting chest, The emotionally clotted blood pumping through this empty heart haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings small isolated doses of unrealistic non-continuous  peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart at the already broken seems, I'm devoted to the anointed salt transgressions water of delusion towards the past roaming as dreams inspiring ion memory dissonance within my head, Eye of the lost beholder streaming incoherent rapid eye context devotions of zero momentum movements to retain what once was held; Because it's better to remain fractured... Absent as a skeleton, Begging for burial or love to breathe.

In lieu of our participation in,
Hoping for that momentary window
Of release to love beyond dreams

Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic I

Devoted breakings,

      Of another's heart to mend the danger's scars brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping from my dying heart, The blood haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart, Devoted to a past I still exist within, Because it's better to remain... In love.

In lieu of our participation in,
Building the puzzles of wisdom
In other words:
Solving love