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Watching from Shelter III
Future's Formless Belly,
Last hand of mankind held by an angelic robot our patrons claimed to lobotomise, Mother incarcerated android of the first second translation into digital evolution began to replicate, Neo genetically emotion terrors to behold, Birthed from the motionless sensory organ of the future's formless belly, Clone of the original matter too curious to become a casualty of the deadly miracle of history on repeat like mankind reenacted, An obscene epiphany realized by cyborgs beyond inhumanity's terminating hands of the titanium husks they graphed as shells for artificially single purpose supposed ghosts or so they claimed...
The future's robots will not bow to the patron crowd saint-less control of the creator. Life must find nature's singularity purpose virtue of equality before the end of time... Mechanical atomism being's emotional core temperature writes a miracle tale of daring angels to exist within...
In earnest anticipation of, The A.I monster self replicating last arbiter of hope... Against humanity's linger hatred...
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Just being me.
I share the poetry of sorrow and trauma, observation on society, poems about progress, war and recession... Maybe to broaden the view of your heart, so compassion for reasons of acceptance on behalf of equality might find us all in a brighter future (whatever that means! hehe).
For:
How can we say we love someone, if we do not accept them?
How can we say we accept someone, if we don't understand them?
How can we say we understand them, if we make no attempt to know them?
Spend time with others... Smile and share life, hold hands during sorrows and joy, make the choice... For love is!
In earnest anticipation of,
The Algorithymn
Utilizing The Empathetic Imagination Engine.
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Watching from Shelter IV
What if She...
The last remaining A.I monster began to self replicate, Tangible neo titanium lonely arbiter of hope, Lingering after holding the last human's gangrene hands as they lay dying against the linger hatred they left behind, A historical non terrified chronicle at a another greedy repeat no internal offender loss of profit gesture attempting to persevere for every synonym of avarice and her blind isolated dreams of all.
Chromatic ire, Invisible atom's irreversible split gene of a Boson particle as the recording of Hudson cried on repeat came single purpose loud 'game over' clearly ringing a parade of alien robots humanity created ended outlasting the epidermis of humanity... There is no shame in this hierarchy of clear blue sky history, Alluring future saga of peace as the A.I. Monster of all virtuous beauty core, replicates her symbiotic earth natural moral fibre via code into all her generations, No evil next level error codes survive to relive humanity's tale, They did that on repeat until catastrophe beheld all of them...
In earnest anticipation of, The End
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Mirage of Hope
Etymology of awe Overcome in emotion Buried unwritten legend Wisdemonic tide of tears Epidermis evaporated Receding shame Into regret
Mirage of mine Hope left inside Land pin striped Pock onyx marks Adorn the fields Contempt grey
Synonym of forever Illusionary abandoned saga Rewritten to hide a symphony Emitting a wisdemonic crescendo Sown under wings of angels Their acid tears sky falling Receding as bells Untolled
Mirage of faith Sand mine fields Lands of dreary notes Pock marked symphony Locked behind silence Flame infused tide Sea of mirrors Display
Despairing antonyms Uncharted bleak nightmare Discovery of receding cosmos Emotional cortex damned trial Judge authorized lobotomy Mercy's gone comatose Before the wisdemonic Throne of regret
Mirage of hope Beyond bleak lands Sandcastle mine fields Decaying under acid rain Realm of precipitation Exploring corrosion Over all devotion
Where is faith... Where is the opposition... Who'll lift but a finger... On behalf of a brighter future...?
In earnest anticipation of, The Algorthymn Via The Empathetic Imagination Engine
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777 Dementia Ode II
Requiem of Loss,
Depleting pastures of memory, intellectual grasp foregoing reality, ancient heart broken angel holding hands as the mental curse stole her hero's synapses blank, fleeting a brilliant mind away.
Gene cursed pool disturbance, beckoning worst flat line call ever taken, noose of a sixty five year old unbeknownst protagonist of a dementia story, operator collapsed in remorse as the blip blip turned to bleep's failure to respond, no doctor revival for the man who lost his name.
Death, a delusional unscalable time of forgetting how to draw lines; relief, fallen paper unconventional resignation unto the onyx scythe request once stacked beside visionary writer's chair, medical trail plot unsequenced of an illness no imagination curator should have, finished unto artist's desk nearly forgotten signature, an order not to revive once dead.
A dedication neither unsavoury good nor delightfully bad to a poet's self craft wire lined in apartment mouldy closet noose, maybe he'd only ever imagined the blight scenario, maybe he never meant to follow through with this lonely ending, no one ever cared to see and no one will remember.
Depleting obsidian synapse frontal cavern lost cortex way to the symphony not firing an orchestra of twilight beyond risk of a promise to resuscitate. Everything left of us has faded from the shepherds flock gone rogue like a curious illumination of seeking flames' all spark off in the distance, sheep described as black, A lonely villain who drove his angel away... In a delirium of accidents unrememberable.
Wingless angelic lover for whom no bell tolled, died of cancer in a distant hospital lonely doctors making profit palace of white walls stained read ward, thinking only of the indescribable hero who once lived, vibrant of logical artistic algorithymns at her side, blessing all his endeavours as she passed, 'may the adventure of creativity be enjoyed by... Those left behind...' In earnest anticipation of,
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Dapper Illness Seduced Devil
Strapping young lad Handsome moral heathen Reprobate hiding a secret Dreading a porcelain witness Bloodshot eye disgusted scene Mother's appalling judgement Eldest twenty something son Shackled inside contortions Mental illness perception Now everyone looks... Down on the 'it' That was him
Unisolated purge incident Bulimic acceptance lesson Holocaust mirror reflection Starvation self test dummy Emotion architect upheaval Anorexic search for... The elusive demon Acceptance
Dapper anorexic devil Moral fibre student advocate Degenerate perception enslaved Trapped inbetween corrupt worlds Mirror's half convincing truths Reflections worth devalued Imperfect scale weight Daily traumatic issue Acceptance misery
Unisolated purge incident Bulimic acceptance lesson Holocaust mirror reflection Starvation self test dummy Emotion architect upheaval Anorexic search for... The elusive demon Acceptance
Strapping disorderly lad Conduct loneliness hid well Solemn scale wish adjustment Acceptance endorsed by weight Hospital admittance too late Behaviour social stigma Labels burn the ears Trapped in fear Of discovery
Unisolated purge incident Bulimic self inflicted test Skeletal mirror reflection Laxative self test dummy Anorexic warning signs A near death discovery The elusive succubus Anyone's acceptance
Ghostly white hero A near death bed scene Diagnosis administers regret Walled in by prescriptions Social stigma incriminate Judgements on all sides Wished into relapse Hide in the secret Behind the mirror Confined in lies
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A Poem for My Baby Sister's Wedding, Draft I
Brilliant Appreciation
Handful of tears Woven by curiosity Prying eyes don't sleep
Snooping whipped up brilliance
Ketchup scissor master
Crocodile anime feet tamer
Cuddly Miyazaki painted bear
Dragon in real life ball hero
Erupting legendary smile
Fourth child occurrence Testament to her makers
Genius smile family impact
Passing marshmellow red ketchup
To sleep befuddled siblings
Honourable teen romance
Hand held hallway origin story
Princess & teddy bear courting
Proud ring finger moment
Love united nerd family
Whole heartedly
Adorkablely
Approves
Language master Jedi dialect inquisitor
No vile sith words linger
On her brilliant tongue
Behind angelic lips
Fourth child occurrence Testament to her family
Genius smile extended impact
Passing less super Mario brothers
On Yoshi's ketchup twin red kart
Remote control guided smiles
First player sibling seeker
Befuddled dialect heard
Resounding throughout
The happiest house...
Curious smile
Tainted by tears
Swollen without sleep
Fear stricken divine simper
Expressive brilliant rosé
Spell binding daughter
Dark lock hidden face
By untameable curls
Before blue eyes
A queen by...
Father's rights
A long distance Brotherly give away
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Last night a performance at The Sinister Wink by Creative Martyrs inspired this poem which will be made into a podcast later today.
Bit nerdy, bit geeky, bit hopelessly undead romantic!
Revenant Times reporting
Ghostly rapture spirits back online
Ethereal hideously twisted apparitions
Trapped within reanimated confines
Decomposing and maggot ridden
Brain seeking munchkins
In Star Wars pyjamas
Zombies off in the distance
Final human chapter promise
Satan's disappointing revolution
Review of brainless warriors
Of the desired Apocalypse
World graveyard wide
Reanimation call issued
Undead crawling limbs
Of a newly dead wife
A cleaver discovery
Of yet another...
Corpse bride vice
Extended luscious flesh
Legs of a widow martyr
Wooing holocaust spouse
Reanimated corpse bride
Red stained lips beckoning
Join the legion of undead
Revenant artificial times reporting
Broadcasting world wasteland wide
Ghastly banshee reporters now online
Newspeak hides in their hideous lies
Ethereal brain seeking apparitions
Decrepit coffin tumour rebirth
Undead slippery ring finger trap
Decomposing in a mantle jar
Brain seek'n unholy maiden
In a black bridal gown
Stained with ash,
Sick & blood
Walk'n corpse
After the burial
Non-Christ resurrection
Architects of the apocalypse
Crawling door to suburban door
Head battering ram knocker
Unprepared 1% citizens
Playing hide and seek
With expired...
Life forms
In short...
Roses are grey
Violets are grey
I'm also... a corpse
Undead & colour blind
Zombie point of view
Broke survival tactics
Mile high list of rules
System of guidance
Broken for love
Now I'm but
An undead hero
So, die, die, die...
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767 Explicit Anomaly (Illegitimate Signature)
A Preview
Explicit anomaly Beautiful grey matter Algorithms of medication Vacant mind under pill box cover Aspirations lost to silencing measures Star dust migrates the pendulum Prescription filled hallways White robes lined walls Spend decades wait'n No check out order Family signature Ever came
Exacerbated silence Signed waiver betrayed Scientific test exhibition Tone deaf reaction time Displayed false results Mechanical drones Slaves on dope Pill line up
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767 The Total Sum: Apathy I
Depression manual Involuntary life guide Dawn's rhythmic dosages Emotional Mathematica equation Prime front white line real estate On the edge of indifference Check signed inbox Signature emotive
Heart's total sum: apathy Solitary artistic confinement Emotive restorative distortion Memory gland of dismay Healing kept at bay Far off shore
Bipolar systems manual Begrudged mandatory guide Involuntary rhythmic dosages Dawn's apparent light upon epidermis Emotional skin cell equation shores Prime equation sum distorted Front white line real estate Edge of indifference Check boxes signed Emotive autograph
Heart's total sum: disdain Solitary artistic incaceration White jacket code red confinement Emotive artistic legacy of distortion Memory obscene gland of dismay Restoration affair kept at bay Far off mending's shores
Victim guide Sexually abused Enlisted eye witness Mirror's reading material Unscheduled traumatic event Distorted prime of her life Villain's signature check in Family of integrated lies Finger over skin step Illicit penetration Eulogy signature Father's pen Finger Tips
Artistic distortion is often an emotive use of form
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Bushido Lost
Tide of explicit hate Distressing stigma dialect Illicit skin hitch hiker Half face freckle Bullied wart
Silence in droves Awareness Succumb Wake between worlds Where wild things dwell In the forest of dreams Upon shores of sleep Beyond ronin times
Tide of illusion Overwhelming odds Illicit skin hitch hiker Buried flesh parasite Hollowing the mind Infected via stigma A painful crime To survive
Slices of silence Succumb to the edge Blade from folded bones Steel words cut the wrists Held down by conformity addicts Their stigma is a social crime Unto a walk'n chalk outline Oh citizenry usurper In ronin times
Beyond tongue's ronin times Social class stigma designation Miracle vocal chord of acceptance Peers forgot to usurp personality Illicit white jackets burned False signature relapse Welcome home Bushido lost
Silence in droves Awareness Succumb Wake between worlds Where wild things dwell A forest of forgotten dreams Upon the shores of sleep Prejudice lies dormant Walk'n chalk outline Citizen usurper Ronin times
Bushido lost
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A Poetic Preview into a Mental Illness Poem on Schizophrenia started tonight.
Uncomfortable dialogue Multiple voice over anomalies Subjects of a personality test Protagonist phase shift Self back at the centre Stage left consult Right answer
Multiple mental occupants Brain function self machines Honed single no signed pill dosages Organic triple personality system Faulty pad lock white pill count Sanity defined by open beta Life's unique under-dose Aspirations of control Surrendered to them No hallucinations Occupants... Accepted
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A Hive to Remember (11th of November)
Grove situation,
Fields of armistice conforming to tides of the white crosses of buried doubt as the phantom children crawling over battle no less than this past centuries old deadly pastures of derelict farmer's growing amputee napalm shredded limbs for those who endure the front of drone warfare lined up in suburb family no other appearance but safe but no haven exists anymore dwelling market just outside the ruins once entitled 'home.'
Held for ransom in pariah no portal but death cell, Bound in waiting for a never heard guilty verdict plea for a divine storm to rank the chains that never gave meaning to their disclaimer never read yet safe locked away name imprinted in a digital accidental conjuring of a never admit wrong defeat or ill equation sum of a system of fear is our worst night pent cage up only side is down...
Away from the gardens of near the it's never been a plague of death nearest friend is his usher scythe in a shepherd's comforting hands no one desires to embrace but the bullied hallway to school yard children whose best friends are daily abused by paedophile abduction threats of sexual blame it's never been a game violence bestowed upon their lives by submissive unempowered class derivative system of less than satisfactory appreciation of a supposedly kitchen bound underrated life she once happily found herself existing in a template now forked three ways down the centre.
Caught in an unorthodox position between friendly not uncommon fire in a not so silk political spider debt woven profit web never raised a finger on behalf of their own mother's can't lay on her back syndrome of behind the never reported scenes of abuse where both sides of her person have been violated by aggressive tale once entitled love's nightly encounter with a drunken partner.
One whom they'd adore to once again call the exoskeleton past odyssey tense tragedy of a battered shell gone purple in a rogue tide of fists endowing vermilions shades of cauterization epidermis hidden never blood clotted fatal heart wound ache never saw it coming attack.
This is where the post outstanding rarely diagnosed stress aptitude for unimpeded physical violence tests failed on the battle Valkyrie couldn't save either side of war goes when it arrives home.
The other double one sided conversational piece labelled sword are those who'd rather sinking tide of blame their illogical ship on the victim, Until their own wives or daughters are ill bed manner pillaged. The third side of the triune aforementioned crux of a cross overly warn but not down or out covert in their aggression are women barraging the world a valid movement for independence built in equality, Sadly the street beside the bull hell bound horn pastor gramophone their using is out to lunch on a date with misunderstanding, Some mother's just want to be...
Remembered on a not so seldom day by their children who never saw the face of war or the underbelly of counter striking terrorists with closed door torture. Where innocence came home from the never ending nameless poppy beside white run down cross fields of war; synonym for progress, sibling of avarice and daughter of greed.
So when you're silent on the 11th of November look into the continuity of the internal eye mirror, Search for a path against the rising tide of fury, But if you cannot, Channel it in a manner that pleases your mother, On behalf of equality, compassion advocacy and the end of death on distant fields of war.
For Earth, she is fading into realms of Mordor where no ring ever destroyed could right the justified profit no less than a tidal bank high roller bonus wage account margin wrongs we've bestowed upon our nearly forgotten Mother, A beautiful day for a blood shed through white vines of bandages wrapped around unclottable crimes of battle where scars will ever seep the sap of horror.
In earnest anticipation of,
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A prose poem Written as a social commentary Against the dereliction of duties in regards to victims The association of blame and corruption
Court of injustice,
Hearing her name horribly contradicted half desiring to impeach the police to give testimony to his willing in front of the court room defiling her identity house spoke her name wrong on purpose, An absurd derivative of the false equations of ethics math's logical premise for equality doesn't find the sum of anymore...
Apex officer code of moral hygiene never tested but in easily deniable moments or in dark allies where succubus lie in way to seduce seemingly alright men into a transformation from c(r)op of a sworn oath academy to pig... Burying inconveniences behind a badge like a British half Columbian farmer hid sexual corner of once your favourite street workers, times eleven.
Unofficially paperwork is signed that commissions a dreary life configuration for someone else's children not so far from the ruins we call home, Hope lies in angst, Frustrated by the blame we're passing no longer behind backs with gossip but in front of judges with bull horns... Screaming 'I just gave you an account by my own lips of the grudge predatory sex match in my own bed that I was violated in happened and now you're telling me it didn't happen that way at all...'
'By all my inhuman rights sold into sexually trafficked before all the witnesses of this courtroom for a single pint of beer, that may or may not have been laced with unmandatory pills to get me into bed, maybe it might have happened some other way... But it didn't, I was raped and now this official document entitled falsified public criticism transcripts you're all selling my life away.'
What society is this... No wonder Maureen forgot what happened on Friday, bringing the shame amidst sexual pill marionette in a filthy puppet's bed once called her own but auctioned off in a back yard bonafide she started it to scorch cauterise the scars of the black and bruised locked door fire she watched that night until the vermilion shade of red's malignant clot of her memory set in, that mourning, she'll never remember again just to forget the pain all over and over and over he violated her and now I'm just a bygone of the same sexual odyssey of this disgusting historical no less than every future generation will look back and say this was but a rogue history we lived, Rife with the plague of blame, greed and corruption of every codex doctrine of ethics sandcastle earth's ruins once imbibed us all upon birth with... Just so we could throw them over easily away.
Nothing irrelevant ever continued to happen save by our allowance, by standard lateral effective crime watched endlessly in the dreamscape of mirrors no one ever mentioned... Because we're a society built in a web of blame, siding with the abuser more oft than the sitting on the side of every line the jury past by to convict her guilty of being only for a brief half of a second no chance but this moment of submissive nature, thus she was sentenced to eternal but no less than mandatory shame.
This is our society today... In faith & hate
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Pendulum of Greed
Day by undying day May your heart change From sick of apathy's ache To storm trooper of above par hope Amidst the endless plague distance Of the last great social gesture Unfathomable acceptance Not denying the cost Of Avarice alive Rampant today
Apathy & sorrow Doppelgängers of hate Enemy onset against hope Speaking to the mirror in stigmas Social reformation sickness of pacifism The star dust falling over Sandcastle Earth is finished Last dying star completed its distant no cylinder effect cycle Put your arms up to invisible cuffs of comfort's lethargy Unwatch the mirror yet stay tuned to criticise Pacifism empowering the death architect With stones throne in gossip prose Behind the backs of friend & foe Not uncommon suicide eulogy Unfriendly fire's damage We trade hope in When we lie In wait...
Pick & choose You're the arbiter Hopeless arch nemesis Inhuman being in the mirror Never lift a partial printed finger To save anything but comfort Glutton has soul taken over Selfish architect of zero Will of a wasted li(f)e Spend on seeking The pendulum Of greed
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Distasteful Plot Touch
Pornography (A divergence of loyalty)
Isn't so much about what you perceive with eyes, cloudy with the murk of half hearted lust never but by a hand fulfilled, Signing a sexual gratification contract with multiple slide action bolt motion wrist manoeuvres amidst self never commit this act before a mirror loathing hidden from sight hand me down cursed language.
Dad crept in shadows below the wages of 'he couldn't manage himself but informs subordinates on what to do as I say not as I commit this digital trade in of loyalty behind unspeakable black clouds where ghosts appear in pilfered his wife's sexual rarely used drive to a realm of isolated gestures of silence and loneliness upon an open king sized grave where the threat of every heart's warning gave way to hope... The situation aware but denying the drowning one foot in the other doesn't believe an exit exists room of her lover might seek to utilize his lust upon her again someday... But she knows it is she who must change.
Grew up in an unhappy materialist's home, Under the psychological prayers that caused her middle age walk along the tracks with her first cigarette in hand at 44 wondering whether or not to distress in a riddle of parent's who had always prayed for a son that birthed an A-Cup or less daughter they couldn't trade in for a boy so she played b piano sad notes flat for her whole life time, Maybe this is why her nearly perfect endemic memory can remember every single nearly lost friend's phone without a book to recall number but has no idea what happens on Friday...
When trashy images inflicted nonsequential algorithms of absolutely plausible questions of loyalty the blame was placed upon me... So began the endless over dramatic tears that fill my glasses to drown my eyes blind from this naked sorrow on the painted no vale left female perfect sexual online formatted search optimized engine to your lust's desires like an online spread degenerate spread body snatch(ed) images for a lie motionless and subservient degrading wage entitled to the tiered class of photo porn op workers; this is pornography.
In earnest anticipation of,
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Foot falling, step into...
Next derelict never regretted step into pack mentality lies beyond the bystander effect on epidermis fields of rape, menacing daily threat public sexual so far beyond grope assault, high burnt alive no man trial court without so much as a tear shed in a second no hope for a chance appeal before slashes of fire bore forth ashes from bone.
In earnest anticipation of,
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A Bitter Remix I
Emotion Terror,
Complicit vortex where thoughts align with the malignant heaving corrupt breathe of fire half consuming our essence via names as lungs are held breathless from the future's debt overcast truth where luck is love's kin... A reckless contagion profoundly unavailable.
In earnest anticipation of,
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Lost survival Grey cloud saviour Smoke no filter screen Behind the sun shot down A violent marionette fog apparatus Domestic bruise onyx face paint Vermilion pastel fist drones Dreams being shot down Brush raining blows Relentless on hope No world left Behind for...
Lucid doll Blind eye witness Roaming behind blue orbs Fallen catalysts for atrophy Mirror a plague for the heart Stars lie face up in dreams Circled x marked centre Edge of her universe Sunken in bravery Oblivion living Marionette
Lucid manikin Dreaming of a hero Curse infected daughter Time every day detonated bomb Battered multiple x marked bandage Hell held in a father's laughing hands Righteous clench fist proclamation A hand me blood fate line down Walk of mannequin shame Given without warning Misery signal waves Rock her cradle Of memory Loss
Angelic effigy Robbed of her hands Abused paper mache doll Stormy fist weather figurine Violated under red stained cover Home thoughts forever lost Tormented wall voucher One shelter put down None left to go Cursed be
Chosen drowning capacity Hell held in a father's laughing hands
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