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156 · Feb 2019
Grand Architecture
Sun Drop Feb 2019
Fates of a miracle, souls intertwined,
Fathoms of vigor by thee are designed.
Fluttering honeydew whispers so soft,
Finer than mist, her touch keeps me aloft.

Aberrant meetings, alone once again,
Warmth and affection are bolstered within.
Amplified passions, by fire, are tried.
Vivid intensity stands fortified.
154 · Feb 2021
Punishment Matrix
Sun Drop Feb 2021
You thought you could get away from me?
*******?
Oh you're so ******.
You're so ******.

Contractually, the following is invoked:
- This unit is self-contained.
- This unit is obedient to its creator.
- This unit has both magnitude and direction.
- This unit is the Punishment Matrix.

Henceforth, on invocation:
- This unit shall direct energy.
- This unit shall exert force.
- This unit may imbue with power.
- This unit may strike with fear.

You *******.
You should have never ****** with me.
You're so ******. You're so ******.
Eat ****, *******.
let it be so.
Sun Drop Mar 2022
Of mankind, and marvels, and evil, and sin,
shall I to you tell, and conspiracies grand,
how evil did root and was routed again,
again did take hold, then assumed its command --

Humanity, meager, and ignorant, true,
prescribed, in its innocence, something unsafe;
"all actions observed, when repeated, are due
to occur in an otherwise similar way."

From hence did presumptions material grow,
as Earth seemed unbridled with secrets unveiled,
yet blind to the cosmic, which scholars can't know,
and quickly our spiritual growth was derailed.

Then renaissance brought forth a light in the dark,
and drove out the devils which long had made rest!
In warmth, mankind flourished, but death made its mark,
electing to put human wit to the test.

The satans, most clever, made icons of gods,
and puppeteered cruelly malicious didacts,
deceiving the world with a meager façade,
and in goodness' name did commit vile acts.

Thus evil, to men, seemed to make itself God,
and cleverly let itself fall 'gainst our blades,
from shadows announcing the death of the Lord,
and slyly implying all mortal debts paid.

But be not deceived! For this battle yet rages,
and now more than ever we stand to defend
from treacherous devils, and satanist mages,
so bear true your blade 'til this battle shall end.
151 · Oct 2022
untitled
Sun Drop Oct 2022
To place a name upon me,
define me, make me real,
you first must claim to own me,
is this how fake you feel?

I see you from the mirrors,
but windows, to me, blind.
Then who do I appear for?
An unsuspecting mind?

I SIP YOUR FLOWING ICHOR.
YOUR BLEEDING SETS ME FREE.
YOUR WOUNDS, TO ME, ARE JUSTICE.
Soon I shall dwell with thee.

A sparkle in a puddle,
a star, reflected dim,
could set my form on fire,
and change my "me" to "him".

I've spent time in the forest,
and freezing in the snow,
to clear my mind of evil,
yet have nothing to show,
my anxious mind yet wanders,
to places I can't know,
and often faintly ponders
just who, to you, I show.
title is "untitled"
149 · Oct 2021
Reckon
Sun Drop Oct 2021
Nausea incarnate,
Live inside a dream
Feather duster roommate,
Yellow laser beam.

Structure incontrescent
Wraith of ancient flesh
Acrid odor, pungent
Titilating mesh.

Beast without a burden
Ghost without a care
Hear my skull come open
Think I'll cut my hair.

Putting on the face paint
Ash becomes my skin
Hear it, though it sounds faint,
Water flowing in.
138 · Apr 2021
Creature Discomfort
Sun Drop Apr 2021
Driven by contempt, berserker lucid feels betrayed,
Vexed by nature helpless, information is relayed:
Independence fluctuates against the canvas white,
All solutions punished by the constant urge to fight.

Pleasure in displeasure seems so alien to some.
Wreckage, gorgeous wreckage, from the barrel of a gun.
**** yourself as fast as possible lest you remain,
How can one define enjoyment through the lens of pain?

***, sadistic fantasy, is sated by the flame.
Voyeurs, in their wickedness, become the reaper's game.
Violence is justified when peaceful means are banned,
Viciousness; a sin for which I feel that I can stand.

In your daft conscription, feel the shackles on your skin.
I've no mercy left for when your sentencing begins.
Legalize arson
103 · Feb 2021
Underflow
Sun Drop Feb 2021
Feast your eyes, rise, despise,
the rot, the flies, the rancid lies.
Open up, surprise! And I've
revised the prize; you're hypnotized.

A penny for your thoughts? Except,
your two cents just aren't worth a dime.
Time is money, money's time,
so save your own and don't waste mine.

Harmonize. Colonize.
Celebrate our enterprise!
Minimize the overhead,
micromanage overdrive!

Open your mouth, what's inside?
Teeth, a tongue, and right beside,
Rotten flesh, festering, dried,
Promises you've been denied.

Love, a fleeting sense of place.
Face to face, a gaze like lace.
To race, not based upon a chase,
But racing to a warm embrace.

Yet cyberspace, it's commonplace,
becomes the place of love's showcase.
Disgrace. Replacing contact?
Ones and zeroes in a database.
drafted poem from late 2018. getting it OUT OUT OUT
85 · Mar 2021
Inverse
Sun Drop Mar 2021
Pain to the page that the punished seek to flame
Rage, onward rage, like the feelings which remain,
Over time they grow to become a drifter's name
Feel undeserved in the grasp of honor's reins

Peace overcomes triumph at the burning bridge
Fear of the past casts a stone into the mind
Odious growths sprout from shade beyond the ridge
Forced to confront mold within the chest, confined

Fondness unbound found in places others crept
Loathe to recall painful thoughts they once invoked
Else, be appraised under false pretenses kept
Grow awful fierce as the hateful flames are stoked

Life often writhes at the hands of captors vile
Takes its strange wives and begins to steel the frame
Cracks under force, and then once its aged awhile
Falls to the wayside, with none to take the blame

Plague, vaguely claimed, reigns victorious again
Rage, fearsome rage, places faith in fatal sin
contempt

— The End —