moonsocket - Hello Poetry

A body full of habits Most of them nonsense A world full of madness Act accordingly

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC

A body full of habits Most of them nonsense A world full of madness Act accordingly

I can't handle the scrutiny when my mind mutinies and I begin indulging the delusion of a fun house constitution Confusion.... When nicotine from a thoughtful fiend is like performing a poor rendition of empathy ...its a fleeting remedy for this elusive void constantly seeping Voices crowd the ceiling and I have a feeling the expressions that accompany a dawn dazed confession will make this timeline lay low in hopes of a saner discovery Brains full of pinball malfunctions this junction has no written direction or meaningful connection gleaming We fall have crazed waiting for the day when reason ascends this fray and finds a world worth clarifying We echo nonsense its just the consequence of gathering just to displace silence in some chemical pledge so our thoughts can hedge their bets ...never get caught on the edge of haste and uncertainty You see... Societies favorite formality is the one that requires smiles for savagery ...but peering into the mirror it is clear sanity has yet to show a flaw worth savoring

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC

I was never meant to play the optimist

I can't handle the scrutiny when my mind mutinies and I begin indulging the delusion of a fun house constitution Confusion.... When nicotine from a thoughtful fiend is like performing a poor rendition of empathy ...its a fleeting remedy for this elusive void constantly seeping Voices crowd the ceiling and I have a feeling the expressions that accompany a dawn dazed confession will make this timeline lay low in hopes of a saner discovery Brains full of pinball malfunctions this junction has no written direction or meaningful connection gleaming We fall have crazed waiting for the day when reason ascends this fray and finds a world worth clarifying We echo nonsense its just the consequence of gathering just to displace silence in some chemical pledge so our thoughts can hedge their bets ...never get caught on the edge of haste and uncertainty You see... Societies favorite formality is the one that requires smiles for savagery ...but peering into the mirror it is clear sanity has yet to show a flaw worth savoring

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Here is another spoken word from a reading full of blue in a room of clues as to why we all gathered here to share our silent moments of uncertainty certainly I grew up in a food stamp paradise but isn't it nice when being raised on r ratings and nicotine isn't the worst fate for the hate of accidentally existing inside a stranger that was never intended suspended inside this method of madness that only comes sporadically systematic while lacking the schematics for clarity why I'm a product of a fun house mentality so you see its not always up to me when the words spill or the shrill ringing of writing until asphyxiation because scenes dissect when they do what else can I chew without clearance or an appearance of sanity I swim in remnants of peace when I forget to breathe or conceive a world without an ink stained funnel for this morbid curiosity we feed to offset the mediocrity of a T.V persona existence this persistent need for violence is almost an impulse we convulse with a dark euphoria screaming gloria into the train wrecks broken neck headlines splattered with genocide cowboys and plastic pondering while the wondering of a reasonable whisper fall victim to loud speaker urgency

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC

Spoken word

Here is another spoken word from a reading full of blue in a room of clues as to why we all gathered here to share our silent moments of uncertainty certainly I grew up in a food stamp paradise but isn't it nice when being raised on r ratings and nicotine isn't the worst fate for the hate of accidentally existing inside a stranger that was never intended suspended inside this method of madness that only comes sporadically systematic while lacking the schematics for clarity why I'm a product of a fun house mentality so you see its not always up to me when the words spill or the shrill ringing of writing until asphyxiation because scenes dissect when they do what else can I chew without clearance or an appearance of sanity I swim in remnants of peace when I forget to breathe or conceive a world without an ink stained funnel for this morbid curiosity we feed to offset the mediocrity of a T.V persona existence this persistent need for violence is almost an impulse we convulse with a dark euphoria screaming gloria into the train wrecks broken neck headlines splattered with genocide cowboys and plastic pondering while the wondering of a reasonable whisper fall victim to loud speaker urgency

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Why should I rectify this gibberish when I see you micro managing madness with fistfuls of sadness I must confuse the bemused expressions who refuse the notion that gentle hypnosis is a back alley psychosis how nefarious when strangers reprogram a subconscious claiming electricity is tasteless even though I know this hell is faceless its a symptom of dodging complacency so before my mind goes let me free flow like a freak show even though I know I'm speaking hysterically into empty spaces where my downward gazes find hands like phases not a correct callous in sight but the night always reveals a mindful monster with pull string monotony and a silk stuffed voice box eyes like key hole perspectives and blue screen lock go ahead and mock this sincerity derived from a dive into pure obscurity these flaws rust this hysterical mechanical jaw now muted by the awe of virtual sunsets and chemical skylines dotted by dead satellites and styrofoam clouds choking birds now the words confess somewhere an electric wire congregation thins while insect empires binge on a world free of sky high predators still they live in shadows of suited institutions manufacturing delusion like it's a cure for reality

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Jul 6, 2018

Jul 6, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC

HOLDONOKAYGO

Why should I rectify this gibberish when I see you micro managing madness with fistfuls of sadness I must confuse the bemused expressions who refuse the notion that gentle hypnosis is a back alley psychosis how nefarious when strangers reprogram a subconscious claiming electricity is tasteless even though I know this hell is faceless its a symptom of dodging complacency so before my mind goes let me free flow like a freak show even though I know I'm speaking hysterically into empty spaces where my downward gazes find hands like phases not a correct callous in sight but the night always reveals a mindful monster with pull string monotony and a silk stuffed voice box eyes like key hole perspectives and blue screen lock go ahead and mock this sincerity derived from a dive into pure obscurity these flaws rust this hysterical mechanical jaw now muted by the awe of virtual sunsets and chemical skylines dotted by dead satellites and styrofoam clouds choking birds now the words confess somewhere an electric wire congregation thins while insect empires binge on a world free of sky high predators still they live in shadows of suited institutions manufacturing delusion like it's a cure for reality

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I am an advocate for strange... My mechanics are blissfully malfunctioning inside an accidental existence.. Everything is hilarious and nothing makes sense T.V personas injecting membrane memos like its a vaccination for reality Reassembling minds like factory precision eager on the assembly line A convenient god for your more hysterical notions A high priced fallacy for your comfort Sometimes we mingle in the middle Striving for the prize of nearly existing -Christopher

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC

Bliss

I am an advocate for strange... My mechanics are blissfully malfunctioning inside an accidental existence.. Everything is hilarious and nothing makes sense T.V personas injecting membrane memos like its a vaccination for reality Reassembling minds like factory precision eager on the assembly line A convenient god for your more hysterical notions A high priced fallacy for your comfort Sometimes we mingle in the middle Striving for the prize of nearly existing -Christopher

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I'm sorry... I did not witness your emphasized spirals of sickness until the day your mind resigned and declined to leave a message before you leaped

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Apr 21, 2018

Apr 21, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC

Unwanted nostalgia trip

I'm sorry... I did not witness your emphasized spirals of sickness until the day your mind resigned and declined to leave a message before you leaped

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This room is full of beasts Some fiends displaying a mechanical grace constant in their pursuit of a perfect numb Convenient gods selling a discount lobotomy.. saying it will help reclaim silence in a crowded skull Some souls were left suspended minds consumed by slow motion fleeting bliss rapidly expiring bodies in limbo When free will falters.. madness makes moves eyes reassemble for nonsense Their only crime was observing I've seen this all before... reruns from a dizzy dawn

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC

Scenes from a dead heaven

This room is full of beasts Some fiends displaying a mechanical grace constant in their pursuit of a perfect numb Convenient gods selling a discount lobotomy.. saying it will help reclaim silence in a crowded skull Some souls were left suspended minds consumed by slow motion fleeting bliss rapidly expiring bodies in limbo When free will falters.. madness makes moves eyes reassemble for nonsense Their only crime was observing I've seen this all before... reruns from a dizzy dawn

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Clarity is currently a lens clouded by hindsight Like some insane contraption projecting ghosts All I know is.. A mind retired before the void consumes... Is indeed... A mind worth rearranging

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC

Soup

Clarity is currently a lens clouded by hindsight Like some insane contraption projecting ghosts All I know is.. A mind retired before the void consumes... Is indeed... A mind worth rearranging

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I lost my mind pondering infinity I realized time was never linear More like a puddle spreading endlessly

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC

Well...

I lost my mind pondering infinity I realized time was never linear More like a puddle spreading endlessly

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A schizophrenics ticks were sold at auction Words collected from toilet stalls across the southwest The proceeds steal the strut from souls warm in the luxury of existing A new gold trim for your gods sky strapped in boxes full of free wills final folly Deconstructing notions of peace absent of preconceived greatness Keeping company with ghosts... who insist the sincerest toast.. is the one held above extending loves reminder that hate is just as exhausting Let us all gather in this time stained hollow for a symphony strung through our malfunction system What are these ticks... When the time slips and I find that my life was only a series of sublime distractions reality portrayed as an ever elusive interpretation A fist clenched in the face of fallacy forced from mouths fat with gold tooth gumption Pocket computer mutes the astute perception needed for sincerity Contraptions consolidate the wonders for easy consumption DNA inclined to a nomadic existence snuffed with fluff from talk show syndrome A strangers blunders broadcasted into all our corners Mourning the turning of a record full of nostalgia Control the skulls with pill flavored filling Like rusted hardware churning an absurd mixture We all sway to the hum of static hilarity I've spent some time on the lines between fine and terrified Detached from the reactions of a stranger collision Realigned with a crime lacking the savvy for sigh filled predators If you find sense in the nonsensical then get ready for an existence steady with haphazard jesters rendering satire from social observation Farewell to the freak that speaks reason inside a plastic world A lack of gods for complicating compelled a mind to attempt liberation horizons painted on signs indicating fines for existing duck and cover from a feather plucked from a sky strapped wing I have nothing left and your frustration is not unlike a snail high on amphetamines

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Jan 1, 2018

Jan 1, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC

Yes! No? Indeed!

A schizophrenics ticks were sold at auction Words collected from toilet stalls across the southwest The proceeds steal the strut from souls warm in the luxury of existing A new gold trim for your gods sky strapped in boxes full of free wills final folly Deconstructing notions of peace absent of preconceived greatness Keeping company with ghosts... who insist the sincerest toast.. is the one held above extending loves reminder that hate is just as exhausting Let us all gather in this time stained hollow for a symphony strung through our malfunction system What are these ticks... When the time slips and I find that my life was only a series of sublime distractions reality portrayed as an ever elusive interpretation A fist clenched in the face of fallacy forced from mouths fat with gold tooth gumption Pocket computer mutes the astute perception needed for sincerity Contraptions consolidate the wonders for easy consumption DNA inclined to a nomadic existence snuffed with fluff from talk show syndrome A strangers blunders broadcasted into all our corners Mourning the turning of a record full of nostalgia Control the skulls with pill flavored filling Like rusted hardware churning an absurd mixture We all sway to the hum of static hilarity I've spent some time on the lines between fine and terrified Detached from the reactions of a stranger collision Realigned with a crime lacking the savvy for sigh filled predators If you find sense in the nonsensical then get ready for an existence steady with haphazard jesters rendering satire from social observation Farewell to the freak that speaks reason inside a plastic world A lack of gods for complicating compelled a mind to attempt liberation horizons painted on signs indicating fines for existing duck and cover from a feather plucked from a sky strapped wing I have nothing left and your frustration is not unlike a snail high on amphetamines

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