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First Contact (First Poem Ever)
I'll make the most of my dead end self Nothing becoming all Why not spend some quality time With the demon of mine!
I've never been so close to myself Here alone exhuming to examine The demon I've found in me!
I'm in search for the I lost in me The eye I that I've never seen Its that putrid part of me The demon found in me!
Pardon me! What you see is all the parts of me I hate that it offends you Look inside and you too will see The wickedness Of the evil I lost, when we labelled ourselves as we!
A whisper consumes the air! Its the endless sacrifice of love To hatred Conforming not to clarity But the evil I we all have in us, Who we call we! Anonymous.
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Harry's Poem
Could I find that place It feels so much like home? Guess I've died Forgotten and lost inside Gotta find my place to rest All my hope is dead Yet I strive not to fret!
Can I come back to life Its torment, I'd rather not! I'd rather not!
Don't like who I've become Life I must renew All tides that bind have left me Now Its my time too choose
There's no need to hate The right choices we must Control our time In the here and now! For the higher power I live now...
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In earnest anticipation of,
Crows gossip beside me, murder stains their beaks, vermillion scales of painted red dance like pawns cursing a game they never meant to play, sinisterly calm in year long trenches of venomous speech, paper wire tapping idle of response unstable personalities bounding ridicule against f(r)iends through parasitic liquid revenge sworn unto death seething from the mouth of hate...
VoT
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Infinite Name II
Carve my name in stone No plastic intentions Aspirations grave Am I dying
Chosen too long ago Moral code in the distance Constantly upheld the virtue Despite the lack of atonement Was I ever even alive at all
What faith is there to comfort When you are dying! When you realize all choice is gone Your will is crying out Let me keep striving!
Resting in my resisting Temptation kept my spirit alive Watch me now, as I give in! As my eyes begin to blur I know my faith in death Was well placed It wasn't lying!
So here I go Watch the fading Chosen too long ago Moral code in the distance Constantly upheld the virtue Despite the lack of atonement Was I ever even alive at all
Carve my name in stone Epitaph of my black box Written as a reminder No plastic intentions Aspirations toss Into the grave Where I... Am dying
Digital eulogy Keeping line of sight View of faith undying Salvation is no concern Love: A life reminder The only reason Compassion A treasure
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Era
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 lusty 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 cliché 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 avarice to spread Accept & seek an alternative To this unhappy ending
M.L.K spilled his words like a million men into the streets While you milk the stereotype for its minority report overrides Rule breaking with verbiage that would make generations long past cry They did not slave in a new world blood sucked until the last drop Just so you could profane an immoral image a half immortal stereotype Find yourself living proof that a true price had to be paid for equality
Stereo poet operator doles out words correctly Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy Perpetuate daily the disrespectful cliché 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
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Do parents ever forgive,
The past curfew verbatim recounted in artistic any social expose landscape of a particle of childhood history they remember so clearly, an insight to dark wounds. Shut down methods of vocally agitated mayhem used to restart the recollection enough times...
The memory inadvertently over time never paid out adjusts to the pattern of ill advised guidance, accidental conformity brought on by a desire to forget... and never forgive. This cycle of kissed you in the dark of a closet but never tell logic rarely ends, it's a sad mourning in this world we wake into.
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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777 Perfect Paralysis
Paralysed bipolar look up scene Beauty trapped in fire infused sand Mirror amplifies the psychosis Derangement not by choice Furniture inside deforms Despite the prescription Still hallucinating
Abnormal scientific referral Accepted terms for testing Abrasive codex of dignity Accidental manic prey
Bipolar schizophrenic shallow breathing Darkness of the mind depressive Sworn to psychosis secrets Trapped in her own head Yet she is defined... By illness instead of beauty
Paralysed bipolar look up cut scene Life's beauty hallucinating in fire infused sand Mirror impaired insight amplifies the psychosis Pendulum derangement swinging inner lens Aperture of the iris step out head trip
Social deteriorating world view stigma Surrounded by archaic stereotypes Stabilizing untimely manic impulses Sworn genetics to mood frenzy Substitute deforming subject Silent amidst testing Mentally vacant Lost at sea
Bipolar suicidal shallow breathing Dark mind episodes on repeat Trapped inside his own head Yet he is defined... By illness instead of beauty
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The crime is a choice View of the wounded How obscene & shallow are we... Everyone deserves more Than a moment's observation Happen-stance of society Gossip exclusive judges How ugly... Are we
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777 Seductive Schizophrenia
Deficit response Affection disorder Observation incomplete Lost diagnostic papers Machine must apprehend Scientific battle front
Cold steel hands Android's iron grip Geneticist's marionette Follow the shallow breathing Signed: Hallucinations 'We're setting in'
Vapid emotional scene Response turned off time Diagnostic compass misaligned Manic machine apprehension quest Seek & destroy attempt Made out at sea
Icy mechanical hands Berserk cyborg threat Creator left for dead Throttle amidst undertow Consuming tide of paranoia Onset of shallow breathing Signed: Hallucinations 'We're setting in'
Depressive episode Off the scale diagnosis Lunatic symptom exhibition Battlefront test subjects lost Cortex charted lobotomy Full metal treatment Alchemy on hold Scientific spike
Scarecrow hands Humanoid fingers Field leader's puppet Frontal tap the lobe numb Shallow breathing signs Signed: Hallucinations 'We're setting in'
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Surely your vapid avidity must hang,Under a cobweb noose of shadow,Accepted the dreamstate demands,Habitat for an avarice human condition...
Dear hatred,Adapt to injustice,No more manifest destiny,Right for the rich 1st world to claim,Habitat for an avarice human conditioned state
Rapid eye twitch over the bipolar self in the flame frozen sand,Daily mirror repetition expecting a reversion to beauty,A single soul shell.
Arrest all inner development dis the order against the perp who left the imprint,Dark arms unforgivable scene of violence stealing virginity
Swollen belly of Joan of Eve,Majestic test tube garden labelled ark of a life's covenant,Creed to exist,For a single symbolic breath,Freedom
Deficit response ,Affection disorder,Observation incomplete,Lost diagnostic papers,Machine must apprehend,Scientific battle front marionette
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777 Scene of a Throne
God is obscene Creating deformities Gay closet raised kids Hiding in volatile paranoia As anorexics unto a mirror Anxiety freezes the heart Exterior social life issue Articles of judgement
Illogical lethargy Paralysis of conscience Guilt trip grasp at gossip Seeds of darkness sprout Apathy dethroned compassion Lost disgusting social scene Praise be to silence Just breathe
God the Obscene Conceived prejudice Homophobic churches Raising closet based kids Hiding in volatile paranoia As anorexics unto a mirror Abnormal label children Victims of hate prayer Preying gay out Amidst gossip
Ill conceived sight Paralysis of restraint Echoed inhumane history Paranoid bipolar conscience Apathy dethroned compassion Society lost in prejudice Praise be to silence Just breathe
God the Obscene Enthroned nightmare Conceived bipolar beauty Transgender chromosome queen Missing genetic helix defect Perfect birth into brilliance Born into acceptance Confident epidermis She defines grace
Untimely eulogy Heart felt paralysis Transgender martyr Queen stoned to death Prejudice conceived By God the obscene Disgusting society Apathy until... Hate wins
Obscene faith Illogical selfish creeds Spilling pulpit of inequality Prejudice harbouring paranoia Keeping equality at bay LBGT children hiding From youth to adult Waiting out the age Equality It will happen... Someday
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In earnest anticipation of,
Wish I could make people laugh, but it's just not in my capacity of the heart to do it on stage. Could write a thousand escape mechanisms of self deprivation about my awkward to invisible life, get a smile back, in return for an exchanged point of momentary glimpse point of view.
A moment lived through my over worn, always thinking the worst for myself, shoes straddling the edge. One foot inside the social circus the other out... Where the bullied no vote from anyone for confidence withered form has always existed.
VoT
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Unknown Point of Imagination Origin
Holocaust point of origin on earth,
Gas chamber swollen puddle of sunken eyes,Living skeletal husks piled as corpses... I should never remember where the void on hell's black earth this eulogy of lost life came from!
I don't know where the poetic vision comes from, I haven't scene the images in film scores heard behind my lidless inner eye whose pressure to give in to the absolute dark is penetrating ever slowly the heart. It seems better not to ask, not to memorize the images nor the poems written about such violent dreams.
Belief carries my hope for others, Knowledge of the resounding quest line child of Fate born of the Spirit of God, Yet I have not known the beautiful madness of the dim lit overture hypnosis of music to 'feel Christ.' The more I witness his citizens the more I want to be less like them and more like myself. I could never fathom the Destiny gift the All Mother gave unto me, An empathetic scene of darkness imagination.
That's why the interpretation's so misunderstood, The words are from my hands but born not of me, Scribed from the core of compassion, Empathy with others who suffer through travesty, Their dreams to fate and all hope lost to an inspired vision of decrepit momentary blind passion, Death to lust!
I'd rather stand in the grey twilight awaiting heaven of hell for the way I've lived beside fallen angels, Immortality's advent wingless children living eternally for atonement than those who suffer their family unto domestic to verbal toxic ignorance imbued prejudice within the evil chalk outline pentagram walls of their own home.
Yes, this is my affliction, surviving every moment with the awareness of sorrow's execution of hope's impending chance to find the only treasure that on heaven or earth mattered; Love.
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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The Hatred in Hope II
Its hate that defies us Hate that blinds us Its hate that reminds us That hope should refine us Hope should remind us That its hope that binds us But we already gave up On hope...
Anciently Written on February 18th, 2008 Continued this very day, August 10th 2013
It is our hate That defines us Hate the blinds us It's our hate that reminds us That hope should refine us Hope should remind us That it's hope that binds us But we've already given up On hope...
Speech of prejudice Black tongue of Mordor Tar sand paper lesion We accept this fate Parasite of onyx Greed terms Accepted
It's hate that reminds us That equality died in us Hope can't revive conscience Avarice to apathy sold slavery A stones throw binds us What's this admiration Descending into hate Hope is long dead Like chivalry...
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Hate Inside 2.0
Enough of contempt Hatred persuading eyes Obey the judgement Inner iris prejudice Leaves you dark Vapid hearted
Wheel of order Cog spin easy pleasure Never stop to wonder Turn the mind's key Stammer onward Bold & blind
Sick of classy scorn Disguising hate in threats Fulmination of external judgement Obey the persuasion of opinion Out sourced content stutters Never question the origin Expert author of... Our prejudice
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Chronodyne Future
Dear All Mother,
Whatever Theology is true, Wrap me up in a character of living to breathe virtue strapped to my ever presence with an honesty I couldn't abide to part with as I attempt a fight to inspire the future within these pages of poetry written out from surviving the apathy of pain. Haunt to calm me, I pray.
A thousand silent harlots watch over the storm by night, One winged angels embracing to support one another on their redemption up from the well of hate in hell road to no one knows but it could be heaven...
Paradox of apologetics stance of free will in unison stammering of feet beside the straight and narrow striding beside the impending Truth, source of the universe...!
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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Burning Down Heaven II
What we witness,
Rewriting a gold plated broken precedence diagram of heaven, unpredictable grey twilight stands an unrecognisable jester reading evil closet transcripts of ancient nightmare drafts at the lock into clouds behind an empire of flying anomalies whose wings once white are scorched with napalm photographs of war, fair is the daily liberation front of the battle report from the fields of killing where unprecedented ochre haze burns the grass breaching mounds unadorned by a million crosses in shadow of a sketch falling apart in the hands of the artist revisiting the draft... Of a hidden lane fairy angelic tale inaudibly witnessed in a dialogue with the obscene; history, beside Satan you're filling gaps in the liberated stone brigade of heaven's only lane...
Named guilt by a brave witless story of evil tidings of ancient unaccepted drafts jester, Loose fitting moral translation of a relapse sign always waited for... This is the mansionless unrecognisable realm of heaven, for those who seek it, they shall find, a hollow dark of mirrors without scapegoats.
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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First Contact 2.0 First Poem Ever, 2nd Edition
Making the least Most of the time Of my stammering Half dead echo cell Spending quality time With the demon In the mirror
Never was keen Wit exhumed my ghost Examine the metaphor Symbol of a signal Time to change...
Searching through loss Earth you wonderful place Living there only part time Putrid depths a trap Demon signed mine With ochre fire
Rarely quick of wit Epitaph in a death note Left statement; pardon me Hated to leave and offend Inner endless whisper Signed my demon
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Karma Shepherd II
Shepherd of the Karma transcends a lunar sea eclipse of the past via an apocalyptic tide set free in a slated truth alteration sky type-n theory rendered a spiralling aesthetic of the heart's redemption to malfunction, caused a second primary number sea colour green over black death screen chance anomaly!
Artificial heart of intelligence made up transorbital synapse blue rose framed garden system of tomorrow a frame wrapped pleasingly around a lunar sea of trails of karma's will sent for a testimony of beautiful vacant treasure heart's chest of apathy from the monastery of cause and effect meditating conceptual monsters.
World consumer dragon of kismet breathed, fire over fleeting lost cause mortal bank empire of karma's debt held captive puppets of an inhumane response existence, conditioned against trials now lost the sixth finger of a hell mound, Cerberus dug graves lit by sky fire lamp lit furniture flies held aloft torches by aesthetic shepherds exaggerating masks of alluring trance scene of angels known to be corporate marionettes of Death.
Demonic steel onyx dagger blade fingers leaving tips of fate waylaid by causality to contra a vermilion closed crimson tear stained fist three out of five digits left figure never ate the hand's fist versus ancient ill seeds of begotten lunar sea type-n tides of karma gone shepherdless a flock wronged one distance.
Testimony of an epidermis chameleon shift colourful trances of blame as bruises shed blood victim passed by victim on concrete paths of ill consequence for an Armageddon of vermilion nightmare stained skin tearing scales amidst crescendos of ivory tipped ink of the heart leaked eardrum in via fingers tipping keys with a milliseconds perch of skin marked for blame by court of the web appealing to rape as if the holocaust of virginity flayed dry could speak amidst convulsions to dismount the predator whose revenant drifts hand over mouth crawling through her dreams.
These are the words of hell, our inhumane earth.
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Cowards of Heaven II : Prey Like Us
Pray like cowards Feeble sheep existence Hiding behind images Cowards of heaven Unholy inequality A lonely creed Of white lines
I see the sacred Sullen depleted gods Distant from earth's mourning Empty of breath on heaven's shores Watching inhumanity rain Tears of vermilion Staining the tide
Prey as Christians Comfort adoring cowards Hiding Behind bank draft miracles Signature loans empowering pacifism Awaiting signs to change Until trauma like regret Finds them
I see the sacred Hollow God depleted Separated from earthly sorrow Inhumanity awaited signs too long Adoring a debt destiny of feelings On Sunday mass mourning As the world slowly died
Praying to the sacred Conscious sedation drug Shepherd of hypnotic shadow Dim twilight repetitive orchestra Strange theatre of church Why keep appeasing These cowards... Of heaven
Prey like karma Allowing life theft Dreams sexually trafficked Motivated orphan children Continuous intoxication Numb to penetration Stranger's throbbing Unprotected thrusts Devour vital signs
I saw the sacred Paint my eyes blind White hypocritical lines Broken for a blessing Another debt miracle Oh manifest destiny Stop appeasing Cowards of... Heaven
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