******* ducking

Never ever clever

Just evasiveness

Cowardice

Not a facit of wit

So frightfully dead

Not the rest in sunken bed

I'm in the place I call my head

A space beyond the wakening dread

As if there was some chance of life

I am now truly walking dead

sorrow bitter sorrow

nary as sweet as they calmed  

forgiven my sins

but refused the prise of battle

in glory snuffed by flame

and curse the name of god

that made you and your beauty

and may devils burn boils and pox

on your flawless porcelain skin

for all the times you made me grovel

just to tell me off again

Pardon me miss I was just siting in the wing

Observing how you tend to check your phone when one rings

Now I'm no expert on that, at least what I mean

Is if I was the one comeing id not stop for anything

A spider sat and waited upon his tower high

For death to come and take him

Or for prey to come and die

When in the dark of night his home was shaken by a fly

The spider says "I thank you"

"You will give my children life"

The fly says up to the spider

"Please oh please just end my strife"

The spider says back to the fly

"Should I could to spare your life"

Says the fly unto to spider

"I am not afraid to die"

"My life is spent in circles"

"In decay I'm left to writhe"

"It is no mistake"

"Not happenstance"

"Luck has not the right"

"I am prepared to be entombed"

"I chose to die tonight"

The spider took a final look upon his meal to be

Says the spider to the fly

"You are braver far then me"

What of spring?

That it brings fire to the hearts of men

Is it the stars in the sky

Or

The songs of birds courting

Returning Persephone freshly in mourning

I've hidden alone in my cave

Far from spring time and still

I'm a fool for the lady's inuring

Slack from my chest

This marionette of heart strings

Played with in passing

No tuppence given for time or trouble

Worn out in that way only free things do

Salt of the earth this Patina entombs

A heart that was meant to be given to you

Yet this poem was meant for the spring time

It's true, she will miss it I'm sure

But you got it too

Level with me

Slay the elephant leaned

On the mezzanine door

Let the pachyderm bleed

Wash us clean with the truth

In a shower of pink

Yes our roots go deep

Our fruits can't take seed

But they taste so sweet

Over ripe, in need

To be carried free

Too become a tree

As strong as we

seldom sitting with nothing to say

yet something says

something needs saying

sinking inside like a pile of snakes writhe

forcing the words

to betray vacuum forces

dieing inside

as I'm wanting to die

but refuse all for hope on the morrow

stomach in ties

my mind swiftly winds

around reasons to escape this sorrow

Granted its slanted but my purview's pervasive

Third eye lens changed

perspectives rearrange

Engaging the plebeians

  never dawn so little do

Get a grip and deal with it

I know its ****** up

Corrupt, unjust

Needs sussed
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Softly seductive, some solvent serenity

Under unbelievable umbrella unlimited

Basking baked, both bonafide believers

Making music more meaningful, memory's made

Intellectual, introspective, incalculably impervious

So **** said sits salted, suspecting supplantation

Soon silly slips said summarize serendipitous

Indefinitely inplosive, internalized into intangible inflagrante

Viciousness voided, vague variables vital

Eroticism enduring, end erit empathy

Sweet dreams

Sweet Angeline

Sweet like your ***** stay

Sweet for the king

Sweet like the taste I had

Sweet as iced cream

Sweet like the moments before we were seen

there nothing left

he says I'm so sorry

as superman eats kryptonite

it burns inside

the pain almost as bad as has been his hole life

but it's familiar

like a face you haven't seen in many years

Lois lane was shot and killed

because superman had loved her dear

and the farm was sold when Jon and Martha ran all out of years

so he sits around and wonders

hanging hollow from his fears

so he looks down at the bottles that have gathered on the floor

and calls up old Lex Luthor in a move to end the war

when he came his nose constrained as the smell of ***** pervaded

supper man gave him a gun

thanked him for the games

he told the tale from his perspective and asked lex to deal the blow

because he new he had worked for it and didn't want to take his goal

so with a bang his life was ended not a word more ever spoke

and to this day the name will still make pore old lex tear up and choke

I spend my days paralyzed

If you ask me why ill blame the weather

Not the Washington rain

No one ever asks about the storm from which I'm sheltered

Its a **** storm in the minds of man

Carrying out the wack wills of lunatics

On light waves from dark eyes

Rending dementions untouched by hate

They see the light In me and turn an evil eye

Not knowing why or to what end

My soul mourns for them and their sad life

My body revolts at the new found pain writhing unsure of its cause

My mind trys to make sense of the seemingly sourceless flight or flight reaction

Just a twitch And we lock eyes

Clarcognesence hits like a three story wave and I can see it

Taste it

Feel it on my skin

I am your enemy?!?

Were do you know me?

No!

not me some dreem...

Some scheme gleaned by some other fiend

the sun makes us all look bad by contrast

So I hide in my pad

Ask me why I'll say the weather

It's not a lie just easier to swallow

Tactical testosterone
  
Testaclese of datum distribution

Darker barker then doomsayer

Truth be told the end is Nye

Not ours or mine

But if you stick to yore's and ill keep my nine

What's this?

I haven't seen you in about two years.

What a trip.

Drempt about you again I fear.

Here I sit.

Sides aching from a night of thrusts and laughter.

All alone just shakeing not sure quite what I'm after.

There's a something called nothing

It's something I've been saving

Wretched festering

This poison liquid in my eye

Salty acidic dihydrogenmonoxide

I got this feeling that I cannot erase

You're something else I cannot face

Because she was everything I wanted,

And that's not a lie

And as my cup runneth over

I could have been alright

She deserved to date princes,

And it cuts me inside

To know that she's chosen to be an abusers wife

Let us sing of your sorrow over our glasses

Until all your past has been cleaned of the dust

Taken out for a walk and sat down in good trust

Even the darkest maledictions can be assets

Black sun

red ***

loaded gun

time for fun

maybe lost

whats the cost

find the grave

her soul to save

Blessed the dream scape

Beautiful its lies

Metaphor for something more

Its ever-colored sky's

Elohim and seraphim

Plotting hells demise

in the waters of the nymph-blood-royal

goodness needs no guise

If you sit and listen

If you clear your mind and wait

Only then will you hear it speak

Down, down, down, a voice whispers in my head

Maybe it the last of me finally falling dead

Down, down, down, like a mantra for my mind

Simply put my life is less a mountain more a slide

In a previous patch of the simulation

Anglo-Saxons were the only humans

What you know as an ethnicity is homogeny of a race

Our blood was dominate and we were ashamed

We knew the loss and mourned it

People knew then door is synonymous with portal

It was taken for granted over time

The grandeur of motion

We move only the one way in time

Probably backwards based on our speed

Our galaxy the same it seems forward regardless

We also move through potential but that's another story

As we progress we take more and more for granted

Become more confused by new things

We don't understand the fundamentals anymore

Is it possible to go back?

Can we recover our eye for the oracle?

Survive what time has in store?

One way or another

Lets hope for Aquarius

Fourth branch rowan round our hearts

Fnord for moral support I retorted

Distorted by straw man unchecked

Unseen, unknown, unknowingly missed

Forth branch again, full circle? That was quick.

Let me spin you all a story bout the sinner and the saint

Because happiness and sunshine in this world there ****** ain't

So the party and the running form are problems is the paint

On the tapestry In limbo were the gods and man embrace

In our land of independence we still fail to contemplate

That there's a ripple in the water radiating form the date

That you stepped into this world and began to find your place

But I digress my minds a mess

And making sense of all the rest

Has been a chore but I feel blessed  

So just ignore the ranting stress

His name is John and so is mine

For several years are lives entwined

He had no roof I had one spare

I scooped him up and put him there

He started off tried to improve

But he still had the need to use

His drug of choice a moral vice

Not a nihilist's first word choice

But man it fit him like a glove

We did our best to show him love

But it was pain that brought him here

So love to him was cash and drugs

That's not to say he didn't care  

He felt like crap he so bad it scared him

Maybe if he had a mother

She was there but 6 feet under

Same addiction kept her smothered

Not a drug, not one but many

Gravity just felt so heavy  

Anything to ease the weight

Until the day she couldn't take

All the love that she couldn't make

Never said bye to her husband and her son

Just coped out and left this place

So coming home one day from school

Cuz fates a ***** and life is cruel

He found his mom laying there dead

He shook her arm and slapped her head

She wouldn't wake but in her place

Were left the words she couldn't say

Like a tragedy incarnate god knows no one won that day

But he went on

His dad a wreck

He tried to scoop up the hole mess

And put the peace's back together

But I guess is dad was next

He talked A lot about his father

How he taught him all he knew

And how he hated that he left him

How he should have just puled through

What ever happened next

The peace's of his life turned to dust

There was no more need for tape

It blew away with just a gust

Alone and scared beyond repair   

Hopping one day not to care

And even though he keeps on living

You cant live never admitting

What he did he did the best

H and ***, ******* and ****

But when he picked up a guitar

His pain was clear beyond the eye

It filed the room

With sorrowed gloom that Erebus could not deny

But this was real not angst but fear

When yesterday was never here

Maybe he'd Play a song of cheer

If one day death brought peace to all men

And even now on present day

His sins are ghosts and sades of days went

But he was safe at least wile here

Tucked in my arm stead fast was kept well

God nor man could best me here

Because no strength was left we both fell

Like bullets, in bile the drugs were expelled  

In pain none see, not here, not in hell

We keep him up, we knew that he'd drowned

If life was left to keep him down

And so he moved on inch by inch

He kept in stride with every pitch

And of his life he makes the best

He's back in school, passing life's tests

I think one day he'll know there's time left

A saint of men still marching on

And I am blessed to sing his song

But who's the sinner here you coo

The same that made this world of blue

Polyamorous conundrum

Out of bullets for my fun gun

Yet my hosts are far from finished

Whilst the smell of sage and spinach

Keeps me to concerned to run

Mourning of mourning to miss you so soon

As the warm womb of hope softly opens her tomb

I crawl deep inside as the you for me dies

And we wonder if this is our doom

Continental drifting of my minds prophetic states

Dimensional overlaps overwhelming uncomfortable

The truth unchanging, yours keeps floating away

While I anchor mine firmly in the bay

Docks crushed by waves

New war is fun

Get the lawn chairs

Crack a cold one

May this harem commence

To the beat of my empty chest

We'll best any challenge beset

Without regrets or frets

In the style of Bassett

Melancholy

Missing something

Passive aggressive message

Flaming cuz I feel slighted

So slimy I speak in riddles

Small so I don't name names

Nothing has ever been my fault

I always cast the blame

If you're heated by this poem

It's a stab at you

Feel ashamed

See sky, fell pain

See smiles, fell pain

In the love of young lovers

In the beauty of rain

So alone, so uncovered

So longing, yet smothered

Inside you yet lonely

I'm chronically only

Silence precedes you

The gasp as you glide

A parting of lesser men off to the side

Your smile seductive, deliberate eyes

But the second hand chic was in fact your first lie

"So tell me miss guile, whats your pleasure tonight?"

allegedly I covet thee

forsooth the truth will set me free

from the ring you have for me

yea I ****** your best friend Bre

so please oh please stop stalking me

lifted my phone with purpose

Brought my eyes to focus

Searched my mind for context

Gawked blankly at my phone

Gaped by a fence post wrapped in razor wire

By a starving aids infested flaming gay vampire

While a pack of memorized apes fling ****

And get lubed up for full contact *******

there's many ways to skin a cat

or so they say to talk out prat

perhaps in ways the sayings true

in relationship to clothes and you  

your breath offends

your ******* pretend  

don't start me on IQ

so go to hell

don't say you fell

from heaven or ill puke

dont get me wrong

I don't blame you

society's done this

you think its hot

to drink and trot

your slutty nastiness

No matter the climate

Uneaten

Ripe fruits rot off the vine

We the people lose

There will be talk of War

But you drink the water

You will wallow through grudgingly

And show that you are absolute slaves

No longer able to acquire your freedom back from the corporate masters

This boost of confidence will be costly

As hydras Ego grows as does its avarice

As does its boldness

To all you who haven't found means to live outside the system

Or better yet to siphon off of it

I genuinely hope you rot and die

For what harm you do in your cowardice

Crumbs of sandman dust spent flake off dry eyes

Waking up to the lies a mother crys

Her child died for big brothers pride

It burns inside

The fire alive

And hungry

As our sun finally sets on the orient

We will learn immutably

That most painfull of lessons

Man keeps forgetting

Twisted indiscretions

Infest with baleful malformations

Likened to creation

Cosmic horor gods ***** the beacon

Cry havoc on innocence

Stir the pits

light the pyre

Pray for wisdom and understanding

None survive this insurrection

All our bloods been long in planning

For resaprosoty

I for got to mention

Criminal justice

This riot will see the light

Good men in shackles

The evil ones hear their plight

Fire from good men

Like moth to the flame

Burns the evil out

Leaving a man in its place

Put a man in a cage and he's bound to go rabid

Hungry for freedom

The good men will plan it

Its the way you move

like the wine in my glass

As if beckoning for review

And so it started with your legs

Black heals on gray hose

Hide porcelain from prying eyes

Your skirts flow keeping drafts in mind

Are you wind?

Are you water?

Nourishing my soul through tired eyes

You hung your blazer at the bar and sat

Your shoulders bearing weight still

As if natural

Such beautiful resolve

I found myself here next to you then

And you ordered my bottle

The least I can do is pay

Now will you share a glass or send me on my way?

Ask not that you be followed blindly

But lead by example

To be followed for its virtues

In this every follower is a leader

Providing a template for success

By succeeding

how much pain can one life hold

how long can I withstand the cold

not here to linger set in stone

my time is finite this I know  

perhaps its not my place to ask

for divine hands to help me grasp

this universe so wide and vast

to count the stars hung in the sky

to plot the course I live my life

but I am man and will survive

as faerie tales don't extend lives

I had a killer sequence

A formula for words

I came here to imprint it

Like raw metal found to shape

I came here to refine it thinking this would be the place

I forgot the melody

I forgot the rhymes

I forgot the feeling
And
I forgot the lines

I stood a gasp in wonder at what this place became

From A poetry journal with endless pages to a stupid political games

To the muses of my life
And
Inspiration wasted here

For all the venting done
And
Energy invested here

Another wave has come and the waters aren't so clear

I remember when the site creator tried to get my ear

I remember what I told them

A warning made quite clear

Of course they did not head it and the consequences reared

It's stunted growth a factor of its early brooding years

Now the complications surface from the damage done before

Things take a time to rot and die but stop and smell these shores...

all aluminum alloy ammo  

bane bat brakes badly basters back bones

come call cthulhu Cristo cuz

dead ******* dominate de download  

even elven eternal endowments

fail frivolously flaming for fair fraudulence

grant good goggles give grandiose gratuity

how hella homeboys have how he has

If I ignore I implicate its implore

jack jacks jacks

kay killla kooks krack

LAPD locks la lackeys

maybe mom made mad monoxide

no, no natural nix NOx neutralizes

oh over overt opp only overlay orphic

please protest politely panic pretenses perpetuity

quiet quivers quiet queens

remember rage reaps reciprocity

so sour sits supplanters sat

to tell them to tare trail *** tat?

universal unhappiness underlays under us

victory validates victors vanity

why warble when winners wont waste worry wanting

x-axis x-rays Xerophagy Xanax Xanthorroea

you yodel yonder yet yahweh's yells Yarrish

zero zag zealots zoos

Seldom sitting with nothing to say

Still something says something needs saying

Serendipity's sisters surreal squander not the hour but steal

Sour the syntax of squatters, societal squalor

Signal schism split on the dollars solder

Stop, don't take the **** its costing so sock

Silly ceo's who save up and stock

sextillions of things they have and you do not....

oh well I had it going for awhile there... "not"