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In earnest anticipation of,
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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 lustry 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 cliche 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 avarise to spread Accept & seek an alternative To this unhappy ending
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Restricted Algorithymn
Malady of memory Can't remember love Times when I enjoyed life Fate drove them far away Drove my heart deaf Changed me into...
Remastered destiny Moderated sounds of joy Abated quality of hope Restrained emotion Heart sickness Unmending
Entombed ghost Passenger to history She pulled of my wings Destiny stolen flight Heaven beyond Out of reach
Moderated quality of fire Inside I'm half alive Restrained by fate Emotion sickness Always alone In flames
Ethereal leeches Snuffed out joy's fate Novel of an internal war Written by Valkyrie Angels of destiny Steeling mine Long ago...
Remastered doom Karma hesitated decree Moderated sounds of joy Abated quality of hope Restrained emotion Heart sickness Unmending
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She...
At war with wolves On another's behalf Weak rescue attempt A day by day living plan
Response to beauty's loss Beside the well at the world's end She stands heart eclipsed Nearly broken asunder
Harbinger's battle Black cloud of crows Pluck out the eyes of hope As it rains down heartache Wolves come out to play
Heart of mirrors Shattered & alone Keeper of reflections Memorized every day alive
Here at the well Beside the world's end Memorized every lonely day Collection the wolves ate A total recall of life Just to remember An invisible smile I can't even see
At war with the keeper Maiden at the world's end Standing before the well One who holds the key Chastity of the heart After so many... Breakings
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777 Series: Irritating Rational I
A Preview
Insurmountable skyscraper Derivative of language barrier Castle set in a cloudy mind Irrational azure twilight Paralysing open sky An orbit of bliss Made of glass Shattering
Paranoia immersion decline Diligent intoxicating paralysis Six senses on a guilt trip Trapped in melange A living nightmare Lucid fiction Losing touch Dreams
A reality That won't stay... Dead
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Re-Maker
Message from the all father,
Re-Maker's indecision resulted in our genetic destruction of the unwelcomed make-up, Noise from the beyond subtle in an ultra exposure, Sound of an echo from a new life, Fast to go no where but with the other half of your crew, Delinquent of address save the womb!
Inappropriate feeling to know the death choice is like napalm to a fetus, Unsurvivable instance set in motion by the external, If not for lingering on without other options then I approve, But for ease... I despise, No indeed I hate! Rage against this system I do not, for every story has its own telling and unto the victims of the pain I cannot wholly say how far they should go for their next kiss before the grave, Which is love...
Tongue of fire behind a child's lips burning shall never dance the beautiful call of parents, Mother... Father, Savour the rhythm of the voice, Recall it on your death bed as clearly as a logical algorithm of the heart you can see before your eyes... Tonight reclaim the finish before the start... The choice is yours... It already was mine.
In earnest anticipation of,
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Validated Warmth
When sex is irrelevant Life cycle's invisible blood loss Beauty has not forsaken Quell the upheaval Emotional touch Still I love... You
Still the empress Holding the heart Without make up Trust the warmth A hero at your side Hand in hand As sex dies
Irrelevant sex times Lunar's glass hour cycle Beauty appears forsaken My touch quells the upheaval Emotions confirmed a reconnection Love re-established its balance Warmth of a lover's arms A hero's heart granted Access to the divine Being at her side All is for love
Still the empress of my heart Loyalty held doubt captive No makeup bewitchment Trust the touch of virtue Honour in the arms Quest of a hero Stay at your side Hand in hand As sex dies For a time Kiss me
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777 Series: Prescription's Declining Mechanism of Ill Fate
Vivid delirium nonsense Conquest of a protagonist Salient infantry private in uniform Regular patient of the bomb shelter Cold sirens dilute all daylight Distress method of destiny Integrate lucid anomalies Gas ruined breathing Lobotomy's silence Failure of strategy Mend in death
Medication on notice Paranoia attention decline Deficit lost profit disorder Monetary guilt trip up in arms Toxins under forced recovery sheets Prevail against peaceful sleep Sinking in a red tide of sweat Ocean of beads skin fallen Troche prescription clot Sedated in overdose Pills will prevail...
Radiant dementia paradox Knight in conspiracy's armour Prominent ghost ship avatar Upon black stead waves Synchronizing delusions Distress method of fate An illness algorithm Goad on Melange
Prescription of mending Paranoia immersion Deficit Attention's unsuccessful debate Guilt trip up in arms against sleep Cover up toxins manifest nightmares Onyx dreams bleed vermilion Tears swell under sheets Where lucid lies dwell Hindering the healing Pills will prevail...
Aspiring hysteria salvation Prescription antagonist's grave Templar's theatre of war epitaph Unmistakable aegis fire emblem Hero's delusional of salvation Serum into vein pyre ignites No pill shield ever denied The illness algorithm Of a monologue So numbing
Paranoia immersion decline Diligent intoxicating paralysis Six senses on a guilt trip Trapped in melange A living nightmare Lucid fiction life Losing touch Pills will...
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Post War II
Witness is vengeance,
Drug me now in old age, Darken the imagination, Every night I'm reliving flashes of war before the infirmary, Lost faces fill the space between bullets grazing concrete & men who've become falling corpses, Mental affliction can't be quiet for a moment and let me drive my own point of view, perception menace won't tolerate solace as I watch citizens street walk a stutter to dance in nice clothes, wish I could bleach my own soul, a new memory so I could live...
In nightmares I see resurrected Nazi soldiers walking towards me, a pulsating heart of fire beating in their chest before wings of obsidian feathers behind a gas mask with crimson shades, realize then I can't remember the last time I was alone without the intoxication of fear, that I felt merely alive...
We're the same, enemy lines disturbed long ago blur, a strange affliction is this imagination, post war dream semantics makes me desire to load up all gods in brass cartridges, an event their bullets fired at the world's funeral pyre I missed to smoke a last cigarette, Invested too much time into regrets, moments stolen by life like day of my own apocalypse before the world of wars twice sought my end in dreams streaming lucid before my waking eyes, can't find the shotgun in the front hall to take my life at night, too many spent on the battlefield killing in the name of...
The burden of other people's crosses, not an illegitimate cause, Though we've long burned them down for other causes; greed, but I'm too old to reconfigure what they once told me, I was a living drone like the ones in flight over the middle east tonight, bearing white badges of peaceful surveillance as they drop napalm scars on citizens, they're flight masters say fuck international lay we're too transparent via ethereal projectiles we desire to fire at living beings for the sake of some justified security, I'm too old to take this any more!
Pacify the youth, they're your apathetic legion testifying to their comfortable ignorance, allegiance only to celebrity-ism and sex in world all for sale as their fellow citizens are sold into a wake up call via tragedy only to overdose on sedatives in order to murder their awareness into a grave marked conscious: how do I fit in like the rest to be accepted but still get every selfish desire in a world of a morally dead monarchy that saw chivalry enslaved via the recommendation of culture to carpe diem's plea to appease a moment's lust.
How should I abide the past in nightmares tonight on this earth when I'm ever so willing to die...
In earnest anticipation of,
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Brick Witness
Manipulated stone who witnessed rape Overlooking concrete slabs pock marked with stains Crimson ordeal washed away by toxic waste Rain mourns their missing days
Curb found body Premature death scene Chalk outline of an unborn child Siren's call to litter the tomb Scarlet roses stain concrete As crimson pools dry Unidentified death
Ceramic intoxicated mortar crime view Unit compromised by standard of structure Mobile kiln of a death pact architect Domestic patterned killer Sworn to appease fire Chocked out heart Drips of crime
Couch of a corpse Molester chalk outline Daughter brought steal to light Knife wound plot ending Father won't rape again Closed his eyes Intoxicated One last Time
Collapsing limestone Clay formed bricks in mud Where corpses adorn fields Kilnmaster beckons flame Artisan silent assassin Slave fed chimney Labour of dying Chocking on Whiplash
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The Face of Fire
I hear the call,
Affection from another realm,Empathy intoxicates my imagination,Landscape of another's view streams before my eyes,Look down to see my feet do fit their shoes,Time to linger in a differential world where I'm a visitor experiencing the human condition of someone else.
Wolves pack hunting inside my head,A tragic forecast for an ever after never to be seen,Poetic architect of inspiration,Hope Joy or Change,The piano calls amidst thunder inside the imagination as the terror of another's tragedy is relived inside of me,I could never surrender this gift,Death taken in the middle of dreaming,Never regretted for a moment living,Through other people's intense moments in their shoes,Half way paralysed by the vacuum of sorrow that nearly collapses a black hole of mourning inside of them.
Gate into an alien place,Inside I wilt away,Blue rose pedals litter the soul well,The place beyond hate,Where wishes meet dreams and the two become one,Though neither may ever be discovered in the waking realm.
In earnest anticipation of,
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The Honesty Algorithm
Moths from Dust,
I am nothing. All the poetically infused prose comes from the core of something beyond the little man at the keyboard, oft described as Bruce Banner whose personality is as intense as the Hulk, though I never quite can manifest this broken form as a menacing green AWESOME! I'm but a kingdom of dreams.
When the door closes and the music begins, I let my morals, wishes and rage kick in. Whoever I am outside in the world, existing at work or amidst people, that shell peals away and my ghost is revealed. Crows I employ for murder via methodical dialogue come forth without beckoning. It is as if I am become a corpse and the words must flee the grave as it is sealed by dust.
Who can say when your next tomorrow is the end, no one can... So live not for a decrepit greed poisoned carpe diem, where dreams like compassion are overtaken by lethargy. Survive in the awareness of each moment to live the morality you once contrived to complete by merely living, long ago you recall instances where mistreatment left you feeling unequal, thus began the birth of virtue in the realization of fairness. Sure it's all decrepit, no one can show you how to survive this way as the seconds pass, adapt and learn, forgive but don't forget, for equality stand.
I can't tell you anything. Surely you've realized this to be true, I'm but a vacant lonely corpse existing on accident after its expiry date on this wondrous earth. Renew your hopes and dreams each day. Never let them go, like love. Perseverance builds character, so does suffering, choose wisely how you drown.
In earnest anticipation of,
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Type Rage:
I justify,
People say that certain types of art is merely for those who hate, one thing or another. Like Post-Hardcore or Melodic Death Metal for example, but I find this untrue. Those two genres at least, and most probably all others, are riddled with musicians whose art is conducive to positivity, even though there is anger in the voice and tone of the music.
It is this that rings true in me, that rage is justifiable. In certain moments if I had not been filled with the power of hatred my courage would have faltered. What I mean is this, that there are things in this world that one can and should hate. Take rape for example and on top of that rape culture and victim blaming. Sex trafficking, greed in most all it's carnivorous and apathetic forms. War, the death of children due to... Napalm, dismemberment via land mines or stray fire.
It all depends what you believe in that imbues the rage, but it is how you life your values / morals that finds you justified in rage. A person of any religion can stand by and watch people tortured unto dying, but if they uphold the values of equality, rage must fill them at the sight! If not, they are overcome with lethargy and are nought but a drone of the first world's debt under greed society. Which is a sad state to find oneself in, I do know...
Sadly, I have wounded more than a few hearts in my years. A few left so I must write for change! Here goes!
Once there was a glass realm,Inside was held captive a heart,Each pulse by a single dream once came true,Love. Shattered by a lethargic corpse walking the earth to sate its lust,Appeased his pathetic throbbing between her legs,Beyond recognition beaten in a black ally drawn blue by police lights,Amidst the torment a riddle like beacon shone,A memory of a far off melody or perhaps a proverb from an ancient psalm...
'This will not destroy you.'
The quote died with the outstretch of the deviant's voice,'I'm cumming,'Thus ended the reverie of one who might have been dying,Back to a distraught reality where no vigilante happened by to disrupt her rape. Nine years and a broken heart later,A single mother raises a testament witness to her denial of surrender,Life found a way,The smile of a child mends the lonely as she passes by,A drop of hope in the sea of humanity,Rippling effect a torrent of the Rio Grande:She is power.
Welcome to the rage of love.
In earnest anticipation of, J
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Laid Low in Unknown Days
Oh Time,
Conquered of my kind,We'd betray anything to live for the sake of living;Eternally,Not in some far off heaven, an invisible paradise or a forlorn grey twilight slowly turning to pillars of stone,Sadly we surrendered the dream of our hearts to a poison;Greed... Now we're doomed to repeat history.
Struck dumb by the breath of awe,Heaven fired no brimstone nor a fury of titans as the world sank in sorrow when history was recounted before the audience of man who sat in silent darkness before the screening of atrocities caused by human greed.
Tomorrow,
The day I don't wake up,Heart grew too tired to live,Rotten with rage from the history we relive on repeat,Those who have learned are killed off,The debt limit break must rise until... Anxiety claims the lives of more blue collar crews and more children are traded into a sexual hive network of honey between their loins,A sad world without change...
Every mourn I woke hoping to glimpse the end of worry's debt existence parade amidst doubt's foreboding of another night in cold sweat and of course the Devil: Apathy.
Each night I contemplated death,Malfunctioning wrists or a noose drowning,How might I meet an end,Awareness keeps me present,I may forgive but I can't ever forget,Every face scene or article read,A Roman Empire of memories built upon bricks of unforgivable moments.
Wake in heaven or in hell,Just glad not to see this world's frown,Mother Nature was raped by culture while Father Time suckles on the breasts of Grace whose pregnant with All History's Remorse,An every night binge they lay intertwined beside the sea,Awaiting the end,Just as I do...
In earnest anticipation of,
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Swimming in Space & A Piano Call
I began once,
As a child I began to swim,Sadly it was in my own grave,Where the ocean is throttled,Chocked in a noose never mentioned in the riddles of eternity, Drowning in the bottle neck amidst tides of an endless sea,This solitary stream is where the seven oceans choke,I become naught.
Some men dream of leaving behind their lives in echoes,Remembered by their endeavours,I long only for the next level of solitary confinement! In this world there was living,Loneliness was a tide that shaped my fate while God moulded from clay before time the rest of mankind,I wasn't meant to survive the breathing from dust change... Death was my birth passage right...I somehow ignored it's texture of destiny.
In earnest anticipation of, Hell
Piano Final Call
Power; The means to change scars on the soul to hope, This is the dream of one who is dying alone, Wish I could see the contortion of a formidable smile in the moments you remember who I am, Don't fight the warriors streaming down your face as tears, Part of the dream never meant to be, Existed too long in ethereal shadows of reality.
When you see me in memories dancing in a spotlight amidst darkness, Live as one who can taste hope, An exchange solitude can steal away, So surrender your heart to friendship no matter if your heart ever be broken, Character is the stuff of legend, So suffer in sorrow with smiles, As if it were a mere movie, Then you'll understand why... I died so early.
Achievement: Invisibility,The world wasn't meant for who I am,Don't fight the tears of truth,I was simply a movie played out in real life, A phantasm of hell bound for heaven, Reassembled my fate upon this earth, How beautiful the tragedy of my birth, I should have been another soul, Lovely in living, A plan that I've stolen, An obsidian angel, This is the mirror's truth of who I am.
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A poem made as a one off from the imagination, Eyes closed in empathy Creating for peace
A Dabbling of nerdiness and relevance.
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All spark Cybertron melody of the cube relinquishes an equal world view,Touch the infinite and be cured of selfishness! Unfortunate nerd side reflecting light, tortured by the social stigma, Crawl back into the dark cave, digital shell collapsed imaginary realms, alive before the inner eye.
Enjoy the nubbiness of a nerdy poet!
Tweet Poems
Dream inventive flurry of Mother Brain's Machine as Ripley battled Ridley the Metroids feasted on Aran,Laser infusion of ice & pulse weapon!
Today the nerd comes alive,Rife with tragedy from the zero hour tomb,Babylon isn't safe when geeks unsilence the code of life:Equality...!
Barrel of a genius spent in a black hole,Rarely aimed in the inventive realms of artistic endeavours,Too much cut throat greed hung him early
Fingers rattle off a blood surge,Presenting a poetic drawing,A digital bath of broken rhetoric,Paradox blown out by unhappy simile hyperbole
In earnest anticipation of,
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Metropolis Screams II
City not yet awake Screaming heart codex Vile alignment of metropolis Invisible honourless dark Terror plight forest Scent of prey Howling...
Wrestled life once Screamed as overcome Woke the world's compassion Died a murder of apathy One shot to the vein
Awakened vulgar predator Narcissistic soul codex alignment Heart contorted in metropolis Pursuing damaged victims Harmed in blight forest Under a black moon Eclipse of morality Freedom...
Wrestled life once Upon the dais of compassion Before the throne of metropolis apathy Contorted bent knee to detachment Murderer of benevolent's clarity Single loveless arrow plunge Into the heart of inhumanity Where life stands today
Danger unmanaged Recalled hour glass time Framed for a score unsettled Black litter runt concept Echoing moral premise Wept from silent lungs In endless dreams They're piercing Howl of loss...
Every ghost Wrestles life once Shell conceived prey Waking in grey isolation Aftermath of the world's use Husk is hollow in tragic appeal Theft of conscience globe Compassion is apathy Synonym for profit War on earth Plain to see The ending
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Red Bastardish
Entangled lost acrobat Crippling arduous gradient Solemn diligence passage Theatre abiding conceit Erotic costume familiar Painted web pigments Epidermis contempt Vermilion blessing Upon us all
Vapid luxury blooms Inhumane anonymity shelter Ignorant angle of theatrical denial Silent heroic lonely stage presence Ravished by observer statements Condescending performance theft Arrogant naivety adoring freaks Society's appalling bouffon Alienating creativity To reinstate pride A dreary relief
Entangled unhinged acrobat Paralysing catastrophic incline Indignified open earnest hostilities Obscene shelter for prejudice Seductive burlesque demon Painted succubus pigment Epidermis spun web Deceit incognito
Relief at the ending... Anonymity embraces light Beautiful red stage threat Discomfort is hated Luxury is denial Performance... Forgotten
Ensnared obscure acrobat Debilitating havoc gradient Solemn painstaking gauntlet Mobilize arms call against Erotic burlesque familiar Painted silken pigment Woven red carapace Vermilion offences Upon us all
Relief at the ending... Inhumane reprieve blossom Anonymity adores a curtain drop Reanimate lives into dreary silence Physical stage threat has past Ravishing his performance Amends to detachment Reinstated naivety Affluent relief
In earnest anticipation of, Appreciating Another Artist
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The Face of Loss
Have you ever seen it,
A gaze so forlorn that you are awe struck? As if you realized that life had meaning or you saw God before you standing there. Truth bestowed upon you by one who was utterly downcast. It is then, by the look upon their face, that you know for certain and maybe for the first time, there is something more precious about life than merely existing day by day in the monotony of autonomy in society today.
In that moment you are so inspired by a myriad of emotions, the onslaught of awe. There is mourning and sorrow for who they are... What is their story, how did they come to be here in this fashion and why is their face so riddled with endless; the next word is indescribable, it could be helpless lonely hopelessness, I cannot say... But you can, for you have indeed seen someone in this state, whether you realized it then or not.
It may be that awareness has struck you for the first time, for many it does not linger, trapped in a moment behind walls of external comfort; for the realm of the soul and who we really are, is vastly uncomfortable, especially at the onset of consciousness. You see, the man before you is just another man, but when you see his soul so naked out in public, upon the street near a station of various hue, it strikes you. 'How could anyone show so much of themselves here, out in plain view for everyone to see?'
The answer is simple; their soul, even unto themselves, is all that they have left and it is so forlorn that nothing really matters... Nothing, not even the change you might drop in their lap, not the food or alcohol it might purchase, they seek sedation, hope or death... Just as you do, save you are hiding and they are dying.
In perpetual motion of fading, everyone is within the same realm of existence, but what you do with who you are is who you really are. How you treat and subsequently think about everything around you and even yourself.
Consciousness is being keen that you are and the setting you are in, thus those who might perceive you. This drives the construct of confidence or self image and how we project it.
Awareness is the knowledge of self in the present moment, who you are and what you aught to do in that specific moment... Or maybe what you want to do and thus being aware of the trinity of self, Body, Mind and Will.
So do not protect your projection! Live in virtue, inspiring the will of others to hope and the resurrection of dreams!
I have witnessed the tide of a human life change course,Without a warning,No winds,Tide or tale,To wither without attempt is humanity's deepest regret,In the afterlife it is shame!
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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On the other side of Good, Evil is...
On the other side of Good, Evil is...
No one will sort through the evils I've written once the epitaph reads incinerated, Rime of lost words shall freeze over my eulogy until an age when the decrepit curse of honour matters once more.
An hour pledged but viewed as a curse, End of days Biblical fortune Tellers neglect the mention of comfort, No one to hold the dying's hand, No one to slit the throat of a perpetually raped sexual trafficked victim, No one to quench the insatiable thirst of greed's one street margins, No Father to knight the children buried under tons of refuse; their fate locked away as one without a serenade...
I curse my left wrist until it heals... Then I unleash the storm upon the right! Bleed I must until the throat of God bares a scar...! Forsake us all or bring remedy to the wishes of equality. Are you Almighty...? Or just another invisible idle once served...?
God learnt to betray early, Son of a virgin left to die, Curse of the Red Right Hand, No amount of crimson shall sate the epidemic of the vermilion vengeance storm His will sought.
How unreal, The twilight realm of a profitable age where dreams no longer mattered, Long distance phone calls from the past, We bestowed grace upon their memory as we remembered, Despite the visions we never forgave & never forgot, Wishes of the past manifest themselves in moments of fate, We remain still as our pacified will rarely wakes, Save in the face of death...
Oh hopeless endeavour of dreams, Grace upon ourselves for forgetting to live, Carpe diem's curse stole too many years from our youth, Sadness brought upon us tolerance of Greed's glittery paper plague over our lives, Nothing now reminds our will of dreams save dying.
I watched the status' upload of my so called contemporary age timeline, Witnessed the mistakes of ignorant pacifism & the tortures of greed, Nothing held humanity back so much as comfort... Debt until death we sought no dreams but the moments slumber.
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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Cult of Tolerance
Rave before the controller Paradigm of lust's prerogative Wet dreams lead to this rape culture Domestic violence isn't shunned Chivalry no longer built in A trench of vigilance Against disregard Society's cult Tolerance
Global terror scale Manifestation of rape The Earth's bleeding dry Extorted for comfort Plots sold for sex Traffic children World of filth
Human social stigma Character of a rape culture Praying for profits instead of change Lower their eyes & raise a finger Jest at the will of a Controller Realm of society must end Take the cycle off repeat Return to moral chivalry Delinquents of terror Reign of sexual hate We must overturn Society's cult Of tolerance
Wet or dry friction Global scale of terror Manifestation of lust Rape dry bleeding virgins Extortion house of filth Bodies sold as traffic Faceless lost ghosts Children of today We've forgotten
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