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C and aA siren cutting the air
Born anew in this unseen splitting atmosphere
Hellfire curling, 'round the billowing form of a seraph
I am just about sick
Stiff with conceit. Claiming doubt and strength and independence
I see a diametric opposite of your bull**** persona
Becoming my wake.....I don't want you for an echo
These lies, your flighty theories are mutually exclusive
No love like first love.....I've forgotten that passion...and you will too
If every pain, heartache, mistake and punishment was so that I might save you then I consider it worthwhile
You just sit there like a cold, sociopath bastard
Don't say what I wanna hear. Sycophant
That mystery you think you are
I once was
This is a betrayal
This is an indulgence of self
My love is unconditional, my friendship isn't
This wears on me
As you sit there arrogant
Too much pride goes before a fall
So throw it all away
I will not bare witness
You don't get to apologize for
Years of irrefutable evidence
Months of credulous beliefs you can reverse the outcome
In my life, in the lies, in the why?
It's a lifetime of why?
Mother Earth is brooding a chide
Mother Nature, spread & despised
This planet is hanging crooked on its axis
Mankind is raping
Taking and taking
Flashes of insanity
Repetitious grotesque imagery
You can't find a plane but my iPhone shows me where I am from a satellite camera
You won't shop online 'cause your identity might be stolen?
The Pentagon has been hacked
The illusion of safety
Your children have no future
Are you paying attention?
The delusion of safety
Japanese Americans 1942
Too preoccupied with reality television to think
You're on the ship watching it sink
Chew your cud, fall asleep
You're in the filth but you can't smell the stink
The apocalypse, Armageddon and death
Hear the words, feel the heat of the breath
Capitalism, fascism, socialism and a dictatorship or two canno
Mullato ChristTake the gold, feed the sin
Tear it out, throw it in
"All men are equal"
The writing on the wall is a cro-magnum scrawl
Philistine in the head
Gaping hole flowing red
Flowing into everything
Flowing and you have misread
All men are equal
You're sayin' God loves us all but he doesn't want us to marry outside of our race?
You are not pure. I am not pure. We don't have any way to know everyone we descended from. Genealogies mean nothing. People lie. And if you believe the Bible then we all descended from Noah and his family after the flood.
WE ARE ALL INBRED FAMILY. Heh.
You are me and I am you and just look in the mirror
What about the halvsies? Is being mixed a sin?
Blaming God for KKK assumptions
"Love everybody but don't marry 'em"
You're paraphrasing Christ of course
Diluted and disputed
Cancer came from the pure, elite whites having sex with the blacks? ................this is something......you believe?
Racism thinly veiled as Christianity
I Am AwakeAn oversimplification redundant with truth
But, certainly, this must be the fulcrum of my salvation
We are not a wretched brethren
No coven meant to covet souls
Brothers and sisters of equality
Sisters and brothers, an elevated laity
Huddled and circled as they circle the wagons
The prize of perfection flaking away in the deafening whispers of temptation passing through clenched teeth
I am a vessel too stained to be vestal
No matter the road, it's banked by a devil
Double back from an acrimonious path
Bleached by the contrition for my past
Do not mistake obedience for obsequious masochism
You know they're coming
Know the horseman are closing in
Witch hunts tarnish those judging sin
Evil is an abstract and long term victimization can lead to defending the wicked
These things are sick but I'm not sickened
I am awake
I AmAn inaudible sigh
A dulled monotone inflection ebbing into the struggle to find words I'm longing to say
Encapsulated in a vast expanse of knowledge of evil
Another hurried glance
The banal and the base exalted in the brutality of divinity
A pharmaceutical muse altered to a scapegoat of treason
My self-indulgent thoughts parading as reason
Awkward, unkempt paragraphs flooding between ivory teeth
No demarcation between heaven from hell
Schadenfreude rattling against keys of damnation
This roaring quiet must be stilled
The illusion of control and seething tedium in our warm embrace
Fallen angel epidermis becomes a cracking, wretched waste
Morphing, shrill succubus, shrieking, harpy, hag raven love of minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd
Griping bitch, demonic little witch, dragged into a ditch
Blunt force trauma surrogating anesthesia
Violent little twitch, cycle gonna switch, tearing every little stitch, go on have another flinch
Vanilla ThighAborigine albino apparition like a whatever happened to me
A spindly thought process maneuvering synapses
Involuntary skirmish skirting the fine lines of morality
Amoral support until I let go....unclasp my hand from your throat...one last look as you fall into an ambivalent void
All alone in whimsical despondency
And I don't
How I can belong
In this landscape of horror................................and nihilist rage
With or without you I'm equally abysmal
Diametric opposites of wretched despair
You're an integral piece of the circle that's clogged like a drain
Knotted, gritty half-truths and elaborate fabrications
And I want you to watch
As those twisted, weaving lies gag that little throat of yours until they form an obstruction
In my darkest moments I see the truths I rationalize and catalogue into grandiose scenarios and fantastical chance
This cinderblock of anxiety and the sound of my exhaust; this heavy, heaving labor of inhaling/exhaling sexual breathin
Anti-DepressantSlap on whatever curvature of the mouth I can force
Locating is losing to apathy and I'm settling into being settled
Full of snark
Spite is seeping is becoming a recessive trait
Hugs not drugs but oh wait legal drugs(meth used to be legal)
A carefully monitored cocktail of pharmaceuticals
My manufactured state of mind
Bring it on(bring it in)eat the rind(chew the sin)
When exactly will you accept responsibility? When does that factor in?
It didn't happen to me but the stories did
You ****ing failed when you failed to act
It is the object not the steamroller that decides if it will be flattened
Your momma abused you and you call that comfortable?
Excuses, rationalizations and pathetic lies
If you marry an abusive dick then go and get the piss beat out of you
I don't care. You deserve it and earn it.
When you have a child the life you have ends. You are supposed to live for that child and give them all.
That's why I don't want kids.
You birthed them then you watched that prick hurt them, burn them
You heard their cries, their screams, saw the scars
What the ****s wrong with you?
It was bad but it wasn't as bad as your childhood?????
You are a complete failure as a mother
Jesus Christ your daughters are ****ed up.
When I see a story about a child I'll never meet on the news I want to sh
Little SisterPost my violent hurtling into the limbo between child and adult
The worst tragedy of my life.......and yet....
As I lost one of the most important people in my life I gained another
....though I didn't know it yet
How much I would love her
Sheer adoration for her and that silly little fountain of hair
A little growl
The Chutney bowl
......and thousands of precious memories forgotten and cluttered
Buried within the realization that you're a woman there lies just a tiny bit of melancholy 'cause I sure had fun watching you grow
And if I ever have a daughter I hope she's a lot like you
Just thought you should know
A Dog DayA Dog Day
It was a cold dark night as four twenty something men were riding a red Ford F-150 pickup truck. These men names were James Smith, Josh Gunner, Andrew Gates and Kenny Stewart. They were all wanted for several robberies and murder across the city. There last break in resulted in the murder of 82 year old Melissa Stanford. They took her property which included a four year old beagle and her 8 puppies, which were just a week old. They were two separate cages. The men started noticing that they were stopping at a pier.
Kenny: So why are we here?
James: It’s simple; we are going to have some fun and toss these puppies into the ocean.
The rest started to laugh until they realized that James wasn’t laughing.
Kenny: Wow umm you weren’t kidding.
James: No I wasn’t.
Andrew: Wait why not just sell them to people or something and make more money.
James: Because I want to see them struggle against the ocean current as there little paws struggle to bring
So, I decided to go to Open mic at a comedy club.Here's a taste of my shit that I translated from a phone recording that was soon corrupted in some sort of sign from the gods:
"Y'know, advertising recently has really rubbed me the wrong way, not only because it's advertising and I'm a comedian; but because how it's done.These PR companies, they seem to insist that they keep up with the times and shit. They gotta keep up with the times so they can sell shit that's up with the times. Like deep-fried, cream stuffed chicken wings wrapped in Twinkie.
But, you see folks, they're doing their job with keeping up with the times... but it's not good advertising!
What I think would help these companies with their advertising is a little dose of me in their lives. A little dose of me in writing departments that would change the fuckin' world. I could sell those deep-fried, cream stuffed chicken wings wrapped in twinkies like I was Billy Mays on speed. I wouldn't have to change much with their current bits either.
For example, KFC's got these god
Thou Shall Not JudgeYeah...yep..mmhmm....okay..oh come the....what...ehhh....Are you honestly going to sit there hectoring a smoker as they bundle up to go outside?
"Going out to destroy the temple huh?"
Might want to wipe some of the chocolate off of your chin. Oh, the third chin from the bottom, sorry I'm not used to having to specify.
Allow me to be absolutely clear. It's my opinion that smoking is a disgusting habit. Smoking yellows your teeth and fingernails, ages you terribly and smells god awful. But I don't oppress others with my opinion. We all have free will. I respect your decision to smoke so go and do it all you want.
Gluttony is a sin soul sistah's! If you ask me there isn't any difference from a black set of lungs and a stomach that hangs low enough to cover your unmentionables. Yet again, I respect your decision to poison your body with disgusting, processed food but don't act like you're superior to smokers or anyone else for that matter.
I'm going to hell for saying that? I'm only defend
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