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May 7 · 49
Untitled
Loose Trigger Finger
LOW Slung
I'M ON THE RUN
Rattlin Cans
AND Rattlin Bones
This Dead MAN Tells NO Lies

Death MY Trusted Friend
This Wheels Spinnin' 'Till THE END

Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull
Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull

Woke UP
Shell Shocked
Vertigo
Richochete
I'M Raspin Metal
Shot THE Pass
Burnt THE Past
Here Dead MAN Tells NO Lies

Hittin THE Dark Stretch Hittin' IT Hard
Burning Down MY Memories
Kickin IT OUT NO Holes Barred
ON THE Edge OF THE Black Blade

Alone Under THE Open Vault
Freedom From MY Enemies
ITS Full Bore IN Full Revolt
THE Edge OF THE Black Blade

Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull

Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull

Free TO Ride
Eyes Wild
Raspin Metal
Chatterin' Teeth
AND Jarrin' Bones
This Dead MAN Comes TO Life

SIX Shots Ring OUT
IN THE Dark
Hammering IM Firing Wild
Bite THE Tooth OF THE Shark
This Heretic Wild Child

Free Reign
Here NOW
Bright Sparks
AND HOW
Riding A Toothless Shark
Shooting Flames IN THE Dark

Woke UP
Shell Shocked
Vertigo
Richochete
I'M Rasping Metal

SIX Shots Ring OUT
IN THE Dark
Hammering IM Firing Wild
Bite THE Tooth OF THE Shark
This SIX String Wild Child

SIX String Wild Child
Full Cocked Firing Wild
SIX Shots IN THE Dark
Ring OUT
MY Shout

Death MY Only Friend Forever Stares AT ME

Death MY Trusted Friend Forever TO BE Free

Skull Skull MY Skull Forever TO BE Free

Loose Trigger Finger
LOW Slung
I'M ON THE RUN
Rattlin' Cans
AND Rattlin' Bones
This Dead MAN Tells NO Lies

Woke UP
Shell Shocked
Vertigo
Richochete
Raspin' Metal
Free Reign
Here NOW
Bright Sparks
AND HOW
Shooting Flames IN THE Dark

Burnt Finger
Eyes Wild
Flash Burn
Powder KEG
Full Stick
I'M ON THE Edge
Fully Fledge NO ****
Full Sledge NO Drag

Feel THE Open Vault
'Bove YA Head
IN Full Revolt
I'M Bleedin' Lead

Death MY Trusted Friend
This Wheels Spinnin' Till THE END
As if the main body of lyrics to a song I wrote in my youth...
Apr 25 · 50
Being Inside
Being Inside
Sick Being Inside
Sick Being Inside
Sick Being Inside

Ever Present Frustration That Needs Release
This Sick Being Needs Surgery
This Sickness Wont Cease
TO Conform TO THE Sicknesss
A Quick FIX A Sham
This Shambles IT Reddens Blood Drenched IN Hand
THE Will TO Change
THE Means Indeed I Need

IN-Action
MY Action
THE Means I Need
Indeed
IN-Action
MY Action
THE Means I Need
Indeed
Indeed!
Indeed!
Indeed!

Flood Blood Drenched Sickness
Flood Blood Drenched Sickness

I AM THE Slaughter
Each Sickening Wave
I AM THE Slaughterer
This Sickness I Crave

I AM THE Slaughter
I AM THE Slaughter
(This Sick *****'S Bleeding
This Sick Mans Seeding)

I AM THE Slaughter
I AM THE Slaughter
****** Bone Explosion
Concussed Senses
Amiss Torn
Soul IN Blood Bowl Bathing
Charred Garred
Skull Fracture
Mince Meat
Churn Action
HOT Sickness
Nostrils Burning
Skys ON Fire
Eyes Black
Terror Gnarled
Horror Inside
END This Divide

Drop IT
Drop THE Blade
That'S Your Sickness Your Percieving
Apr 25 · 64
Little boy syndrome
Self Feeding System Digesting Gestating
Regurgitated Lies Insider Trading
Atmospheric Tension BI-Polar Shift
Entrenched IN THE Mire Builds Pressure TO Lift

Engorging NO Purging THE Feeling IS Urging
This Active Revolting Deep Sickness IS Surging

Organic Inbreeding
HER **** ARE Bleeding
This Sickness IS Seeding

Little Boys' Notion OF Self Possession
Setting IN Motion HIS OWN Regression
A Lack OF Self Assurity
Convinced OF HIS OWN Purity

Isolation
Alienation
A Nature OF Self Anihilation
Muscular Overcompensation
Dissociation
AND
NOW
AN
EGO
IN
Flames

WAR OF THE Words Each Symbol Provoking
AN Incantation That Summons Invokes
Minds Conform TO Cradle AND Cradle AS ONE
This Little BOY THE NEW Born SON

'I' Speak NOW Louder Than Words
YOU'VE Paid THE Price TO Shepard THE Herds
Mankinds Hubris MY Metal Skin Girds
ALL Souls Strewn FOR Scavvenger Birds
Souls Laid TO Rest FOR Scavenger Birds

They Deify Knees Pressed TO THE Ground
THE ******* OF Bale ' OF ******* Abound
OF Deafening Lies Speaks A Deafening Sound
Worship THE Power OF Little Boys Crown
Worship THE Power OF Litle Boys Crown

I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
ALL Souls TO Rest Little Boys Come Around
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Heart OF THE SUN IN Little Boys Crown
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground

I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
Souls Laid TO Rest Little Boys Come Around
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Heart OF THE SUN IN Little Boys Crown

I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
Souls Laid TO Rest Little Boys Come Around
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Heart OF THE SUN IN Little Boys Crown

I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
As if the lyrics to an unwritten song that I wrote in my mid-teenage years...
Apr 24 · 306
Black Serpent
A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP
THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST

A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

A STREAK OF LIGHTNING BOLT BLISTERING THE EARTH
TREMBLING AND SHAKING LOOSE OF HELLS OWN HEARTH

MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING
BODY BRACED IS FORCING
SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS
KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS
THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL
GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M GRIPPIN' HARD
ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL
KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD

I'M GRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
SPITTIN' SPARKS
ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL

A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP
THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST

A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

THIS RUPTURED CHASM ERUPTS SPLINTERING THE HEAP
WILDFIRE SPITTING FROM INFERNAL DEEP

MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING
BODY BRACED IS FORCING
SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS
KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS
THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL
GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M GRIPPIN' HARD
ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL
KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD

I'M GRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
SPITTIN' SPARKS
ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL

THESE DARK WINGS
SPREAD OVER MY HORIZON
REIGN IN EVIL
REIGN IN FREEDOM
REIGN IN HELL

THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD
FLOWING TO THE FLOOD

THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD
FLOWING TO THE FLOOD


FROM THE GNASHING TEETH OF THE JAWS OF HELL
RASPING GASPING SEETHING AND BREATHING

MOVING FASTER THAN THE TOLL OF THAT FATEFUL BELL
WREAK CRAKE SHREIKS AND SHAKES THE HEATH

WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SLIDE
SLIPPERY *****
LANDSCAPE
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND

WINDIN' DOWN THAT SLIPPERY *****
LANDSLIDE
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND

WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SIDE
SLIPPERY *****
BLACK TRACKS
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND
As if a song/poem that I wrote...  It has a classic & thrashy feel to it...
Apr 13 · 587
Sin
Sin
Celestial Luna has arisen
What gorgeous form
The moon glistening verbrate with flesh-ed skin
So pure and unctious
What divinity of form
Angelic pillars aspire to hold Assyrian Sin
And what form so perch
The arch of the back
Traces its way to behold such grace
As pure bells Céleste entreat
And atop the place
Reigns perfect of form
The gaze of Cephalium
If this young femme be without ring
Or tether honour bound
Let her now come to me
And let real love resound
Oh the female form...  What can I say?
Apr 13 · 360
Veganism No#3
Brown Brown brown
A majestic salute
Of this **** on bone
Into my mouth
Irreverent despise
This effigious moment
Of makes my surmise
Of this meat from this plate
Surety tu sate
It's Satan's will
In deep do I swill
Of all the kingdom's fawn
Fauna's adorn
Adorn ornate
From the midth of my plate
Into my bellies belie
Belittle my sweet tooth
From tooth suit sooth
The feel of my carnivorous desire
And it's encroach
To ****** from the animal kingdom
A bane or benign male
Or of femality
A skinned creature or scaled
Once skinned then scaled
To the nth of my teeth
From it's evolutionary course
To my 'mmms' whence eat
"I farm therefore I am"
My requite
My requiem
It's internment within my duodenum
If we as homosapien
We're a little lower
Of the evolutionary ladder
A little closer
To the whipchuk and adder
Perhaps this incongruity
Would seem of insurmount
That we would not take from the platter
Of that skitter skatter
Of paws and of hoof
Of feather and of scale
For it not our right
To interrupt the plight
Of species cultural agare
And of universal development
Of ******* disposition
And it's extant
Perhaps we'd be more likely
To drop a tear
Than a mensonge long of langue
A salivating spittle
Like the whistle and the sizzle
Of that press upon the plate
Of heated black iron
The steam and the vapour
Testament to the savour
To the saviour of the meal
As any connoisseur can tell you
Unless they alien to meat
The saviour of the meal
That muscular tender form
That reared from the twinkle
To the wink
The seed met it's drink
The phoetus
To the expressed
******* delight
This formling's fledgling plight
As it's eyes burn to new light
Of its heart and marrow and sinew
All fodder to our ensue
Of it's marriage to this world
Now married to our plate
Its existence to sate
Our sensory intuition
And if questioned
The lesser the tuition
Of salt and fat to the sate
Of blood and metal to the taste
Of bone and cartilage the waste
Unless hungry enough to chew
And **** it's marrow clean
And this meal
As if adieou
Of all memory
Of that beast's sense
Of this reality
And this brown brown brown
The king and capital of plate
And our position upon the evolutionary ladder
A little less seemingly madder
Of this culture of interrupting culture
For the satisfaction of our tongue
And of this insanity
Most seemingly insane
Shall affirm of our humane
As our cultural attest
To the other species detest
That the brown brown brown
Be a salute
From fork to mute
Of our common humanity
For whose going to stop us
The birds or the bees
And this brown brown brown
Be the flag of the humanity we wear
From infamy of mind
To the pork and the pear
Laid bare
Upon our shirt or lapel
Surely if we are to grapple
With ideas of genocide's justification
It's after picking the brown fibre
Of a pig's won't to pork
Upon your new shirt
With a clean silver fork
Or after dessert
This is a subtle variation of the original poem named 'Veganism'
Apr 12 · 352
Angel bells
Angel form of angel bells
Knell to the springtime of our love
Forebear to the summer heat ensue
Requite endure of somas delight
Feracious profundity verdurous express
The unct of skin and alls impress
From angels hearth of arch and tecture
I speak to you of perfecture
For if this bodies embrace wrapped in skin
Holds a heart that's true
Then let me see form of your face
And be with our love due
In the above poem the word 'arch' is pronounced as the word 'arc' following the form of the word 'architecture' thus complementing the phonetic flow of the poem's prosody:  the intention, if there is such a thing, is for the word 'arch' to carry the word associations of that particular word whilst carrying the phonetic form of the word 'arc' and thus carrying forthwith word associations of this particular word - it's all in the architecture...
Apr 11 · 88
Death House
THAT CONSTANT PULL
DRAWS ME IN
AGAIN
AGAIN
AGAIN
I'M DRIFTIN'
ADRIFT
LOST SIGHT
OF SHORE

THAT SILENT DARK NIGHT
THAT SUN'S A MEMORY
A FADED FILM
ON DULL WALLS

EVER IN TOW AND PULL
ETERNALL DARKNESS FALLS

THE SUN A PHOTOGRAPH
BURN IT FROM END TO END

WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
NO BEACON TO THIS END
I'M WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
WITH NO LIGHT TO SEND
MY EYES ARE BLINDING ME
EARS STONE MIND NUMB
NO SENSE IN THIS NONSENSE
CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO END

THERE'S SURRENDER IN ABANDON
NUMBED TOUCH AND TASTELESS THINGS
CHEAP IMAGES SURROUND US
SALIVATE THE TASTE THAT LINGERS
IMPULSE COMPULSIVE TRENDS
THERE'S SURRENDER IN THE DEATH HOUSE
LIGHT WILL BRING ITS END


BLACK NIGHTS
CANCERED MEMORIES
DISSOCIATED NETWORKS
LOST TIME
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST CONNECTIONS
LOST SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST TIME
NO CONNECTION
NO LIGHT
NO SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
As if a song lyric that I wrote in my mid-teenage years...
Apr 10 · 385
(Wreaking) Havoc
Running Blind Madness
Eyes Wide Heart Pounding
Spirit Lifts Senses Live
Theres Thunder IN THE Atmosphere

This IS A Free Arena
A Gateless Auditorium
Open Fields
Open Wide
Forking Lightning ON THE Horizon

This Natural Inebriation
IN Dynamic Resonation
Anticipation OF THE
Consternataion

Hells Beasts Abound
Snarling Snouts Sounding
Heavy Hoofs Pounding
Crazed Dashing Hounding
IN THE Chaos That'S Surrounding

Hells Beasts Abound
Torso'S Writhing Flailing
Grit Bucking Flailing
Crimson Flow Tailing
THE Gore OF THE Impailing

I'M Knee Deep
IN A River OF Blood
Fleshen Heap
IN THE Reddening Flood

Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain

Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain

Sodden WET Earth
Besot With Death Mirth
Drown THE Earth
IN THE Afterbirth
Every Beast THE ****** Herse
DON'T RID ME OF THE ******* Curse

IN AN Ever Rising River OF Blood
Causing Chaos With NO Remorse
I AM Power IN Full Course
Wreaking Havoc

Sump
WET
Dripppin'
Torn
This Bloods LET BY MY Horn
I'M Sopping WET
MY ****** Horn
I Feel Like I'M NEW Born

Drumming Quakes Pounding
Shaking THE Foundation
Lifting Spirits IN THE AIR
I AM GOD Everywhere

Helter Skelter IN THE Chaos
This IS Pandemonium
Freedom Forms
IN THE Void
Electric Flux Obliteration

Pure Intoxication
AS Evil Incarnation
This Revelation
IS Anihilation
As if lyrics of an unfinished song that I wrote when I was about 15 years old...  I dig the atmosphere!
Apr 10 · 404
Mortus Dei
GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn

GET OFF THE Soap BOX Preacher
IT Time YOU Took Your Turn

IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
IT'S Heresy IN Your Name
IT'S A Faux Show Fantasy
YOU Wear THE Devil Shame

NO More Lies
NO More Lies
NO More Lies

ALL ARE Fallen Angels
**** THE Preacher
Burn THE Witches

ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
Your Church Will Burn

SO ALL This
SO ALL This
SO ALL This

SO ALL This Rests ON A LIE
Your Right TO Justify
Torture IN THE Name OF GOD

THE Devils Ignorant
Angels ARE Innocent

DON'T YOU Know THE Devils AN Angel Spurned
This Devils AN Angel Burned

GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn

GET OFF Your Soapbox Preacher
This Minds Open NOT TO Learn

Enduring Reality
AS YOU Preach Duality
IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
YOU Wear THE Devil'S Shame

CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE Blinded BY THE Light
IN Arrogance YOU'VE Lost Sight

IT'S Reality NOT Duality
This Polarity Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve

Reality
Duality
Polarity
Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve

OF AN Angels Scorn
A Devil'S Born

FOR This Gods OWN Conceit
THE Devil Took HIS Seat
TO Cast Into Hell AN Angel Scorned
AND There YOU'LL Dwell
A GOD That'S Horned

THE Devil'S Ears Bleed AT THE Choirs Song
Justifying OF That Gods Wrong
Merciless Cruelty
NOT A Word OF Dissent
Allowing False Judgement
Blind TO Hypocrasy
THE Devil'S Begrudgement
THE Angels Heresey

TO Cast Into Hell
AN Angel Spurned
AND BY Your Hand
THE Tables Turned
Revoked Your Throne
BY Your Conceit
THE Devil Burns
ON HIS Rightful Seat

DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong TO Demonise
IT'S This Arrogance I Despise

DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong
TO Touch AN Angels Hair
Knowing IT'S OF Evil WE Both Share
OF THE Fabric WE NOW Tear

AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
As if lyrics to an unwritten song from my mid-teenage years;  it was first written as a poem.
Apr 10 · 53
The shield becomes you
THE SHIELD BECOMES YOU
PEASANT, MEEK, AND FEARFUL

ANY CHANGE ASTOUNDS
AS NEEDLESS, AND FEARFUL

YOUR LIFE IS BUILT IN BOUNDARIES
YOUR LIGHT IS KEPT INSIDE
YOUR SIGHT IS LAMED, TAMED AND ABANDONED
MAMED, DULL, FLICKERING, SHAME

YOUR FEAR IS MOUNTED ON THE PRECIPICE
DUG IN, CHAINED IN THE LABOURED SLAVE
THE WAVES THAT WEAR ON YOUR BODY OF STONE
SILENTLY BLEED INTO YOUR MIND

YOUR FEAR IS LOVE THAT BATTERS DOWN THE WALL
THAT SHATTERS YOUR NICHE OF SAND CASTLE COMFORT
CHALLENGES YOUR FRAGRANT DREAM
AS ATOMIC WIND THROUGH A CITY OF EMPTY SOULS
Apr 10 · 37
That filthy murderess
THAT IMBECILE DRUNK
THAT FILTHY MURDERESS

THE ***** THAT LITTERS AND FOULS THE EARTH
THE ***** THAT LITTERS AND SOILS

BY BREEDING
ILLEGITIMATE CHILD

THE ***** THAT GLITTERS WITH FALSE PROMISE
FALSE PRIDE

FALSE
GOLD

WORTHLESSNESS

SHE LIED

HER SICKNESS

HER PROGENY

HER MADNESS

SENILITY

HER ROTTEN TEETH

DECAY HER MIND

HER PAIN SHE EXTENDS

AS HER DAYS EBB AWAY

HER PAIN SHE EXTENDS

'TILL HER DYING DAY
Apr 10 · 611
Make my bed
Make my bed the mantle and crown
My women studded gems on the eider and down

I'll make rubys and jets and opals my pets
A sticker the slipper that wicker wets
Apr 10 · 103
Death
Death is Illusory a momentary lapse of consciousness
History is Illusory within this context
All shape form configuration must invariably exist again
Within a pulsing one-song
Apr 10 · 165
Untitled
I've been black my entire life and ne'er have I strayed
The bells peel for me
Give me my berth
I've walked the twisted lightning
I've seen the crystallisation
I have untarnished wings
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Give me the chance that speaks o' full volume
Let the scars die in the ashes
Of all this pain beauty is born
Of the burning heart of the darkest ember
The fire spews forth in torrential violence
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
I've seen the pestilence of the silent waters
The hubris in my brother's brow
The sickness in the succumb of my sisters
The ill-chance of the fated child
I've seen the madness in the living wreck
Heard the shriek of hysteria sow
The living steep of our civilisation
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me

Résurgam
I shall rise again
I shall rise again
I shall rise again

I've seen myself in the straight jacket
I've seen the motled motley jaunt
I've lain for days for the dawning
I've haunted the Earth for too long
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Let this fallen star in the deepest agony
Fly free
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Give me my birth
The bells peel for me

Résurgam
I shall rise again
I shall rise again
I shall rise again
As if lyrics to an unfinished song...
Apr 10 · 142
Black sap
That bean bane and blessing
Blain brain is confessing
To needing its sup
From earthen cup
From my love affair with coffee...  A dalliance of dazzling light splashed across the page...  To no matter forthwith whether dapper or sage...
I don't eat no beef
No **** no lamb no swine
Only on the verdurous etch
Doest I within my thine I dine

I don't eat Jellie and sauces slick with ill
Confounded with animal ****

Nor powders and honeys dripping and grime
Spent with the wretch of genocide's time

I don't hunt for game or trophy ****
I don't glorify **** or bile or swill

I don't bow to the customs and conventions of now
Now matter what serve of the demonic a sow

I don't **** my brother or sister for food
It's not blood on my hands that's reddened and hued
So why take the life of an innocent babe?
An animal born here of terrestrial habe?
What for the taste of delicious a flesh?
To accompany sauce Cantonese wan szech?
Or is it to sate gastronomy?
That bloodies the hands of you and me?
That forces the carnivore?
To act the ****** *****?
And ***** an animal innocent and bright
Is this self deified act requite?
What do you proclaim to be?
To ****** an animal's right to be?
A god with insight and power so great?
To forsake your right to heaven with hate?
Or a devil or demon anon?
To justify your sleepy murderous throng?
Or merely a human who follows the lead?
Of our common culture's bane banal creed?
So what is it that drives you to the deed exact?
To cut the throat of creatures in act?
Are you saying that murders ok?
And you'd enact this upon your own whether or may?
If you could knock or whack a human for merely the taste of its flesh?
And not because their discord did not mesh?
With your idea of what justifies life?
And end a being forever of strife?
Is it ok for aliens to prey?
Upon our earthen developments stay?
And enslave our species to sate their gut?
To fawn and feed and slupper and glut?
Because they have a higher IQ?
Or more dextrous fingers with which to hew?
Are you sure you want to be an unthinking one?
Of the masses maraud and to the deed done?
As somnambulist reaching with a laden gun
And end life forthwith no winner or won
Unless you count dinner to the taste of your tongue
Trained since a child to sing the song sung
Of the glory of meat as to salivate and savour
As if bowing to the idea of what will crave ya
Haven't you ever heard of an acquired taste?
Well couldn't we now apply this with grace?
Written 9/4/2021
Back to the days when letters were seal
Aloss of the lass of fetters and zeal
Back to the days when a man was king for walking the streets proud
From the hips and heart and how the ****'s that

Walk the black line muck in get your some
Be a man and expect your worth
Walk the line and get your ******' ***
Be a woman and give it what's worth

The gloves and plither spleen
The crowns worn by the man on the street who walks proud

They're swarmin' and puggin' and juggin' and frocking
Down the dock or the railway station
They're bikkin' and bokkin' hookin' and grapplin'
For a piece of the fight
And they're fightin' for a piece of it

It's the same old story
There's people fighting for freedom
And there's people lappin' up cream
Surrounded by ***** cats on *******

***** straighten up and fight for your man
Box ***** straighten up and fight for your man

Pick n' pack an' slap and dance some
And don't just dance for anyone
Pick n' pack an' slap and dance some
And just don't dance for that ******* man

Spin a coin & come what may
Spin a coin and either way
When it's laid out in either side
Buck up
Get on up
Get up & fight with pride

Tear stained cloth and sweat stained loss
Protect ya brother and sister

The days ain't changed
There's my ******* ******* their hearts out for a chance
They're toiled and soiled
And they got broken against the wheel
What they wouldn't give for a sweet cherish with their lover girl
What you wouldn't give to go back those years

It's the same old story
There's people fighting for freedom
And there's people laying down
Being pampered by fans and fey

Box ***** straighten up and fight for your man
Smell the salt on your straight man's brow

If you let them take your time
Your brother may just drown
In your own filth and blood
If you're a kept pet
Then your claws are crimped girl
If your ******* a man
Then stand up for him
Go Girl go for him

The gloves and the plither spleen
The crowns worn by the man who stands proud

The gloves and the plither spleen
The wrangle and rail
The hooks and the jail

The hooks and the plither spleen
Give 'em what's got
Box *****
Don't stand for it!
Apr 4 · 713
Veganism
Brown Brown brown
A majestic salute
Of this **** on bone
Into my mouth
Irreverent despise
This effigious moment
Of makes my surmise
Of this meat from this plate
Surety tu sate
It's Satan's will
In deep do I swill
Of all the kingdom's fawn
Fauna's adorn
Adorn ornate
From the midth of my plate
Into my bellies belie
Belittle my sweet tooth
From tooth suit sooth
The feel of my carnivorous desire
And it's encroach
To ****** from the animal kingdom
A bane or benign male
Or of femality
A skinned creature or scaled
Once skinned then scaled
To the nth of my teeth
From it's evolutionary course
To my 'mmms' whence eat
"I farm therefore I am"
My requite
My requiem
It's internment within my duodenum
If we as homosapien
We're a little lower
Of the evolutionary ladder
A little closer
To the whipchuk and adder
Perhaps this incongruity
Would seem of insurmount
That we would not take from the platter
Of that skitter skatter
Of paws and of hoof
Of feather and of scale
For it not our right
To interrupt the plight
Of species cultural agare
And of universal development
Of ******* disposition
And it's extant
Perhaps we'd be more likely
To drop a tear
Than a longe long of langue
A salivating spittle
Like the whistle and the sizzle
Of that press upon the plate
Of heated black iron
The steam and the vapour
Testament to the savour
To the saviour of the meal
As any connoisseur can tell you
Unless they alien to meat
The saviour of the meal
That muscular tender form
That reared from the twinkle
To the wink
The seed met it's drink
The phoetus
To the expressed
******* delight
This formling's fledgling plight
As it's eyes burn to new light
Of its heart and marrow and sinew
All fodder to our ensue
Of it's marriage to this world
Now married to our plate
Its existence to sate
Our sensory intuition
And if questioned
The lesser the tuition
Of salt and fat to the sate
Of blood and metal to the taste
Of bone and cartilage the waste
Unless hungry enough to chew
And **** it's marrow clean
And this meal
As if adieou
Of all memory
Of that beast's sense
Of this reality
And this brown brown brown
The king and capital of plate
And our position upon the evolutionary ladder
A little less seemingly madder
Of this culture of interrupting culture
For the satisfaction of our tongue
And of this insanity
Most seemingly insane
Shall affirm of our humane
As our cultural attest
To the other species detest
That the brown brown brown
Be a salute
From fork to mute
Of our common humanity
For whose going to stop us
The birds or the bees
And this brown brown brown
Be the flag of the humanity we wear
From infamy of mind
To the pork and the pear
Laid bare
Upon our shirt or lapel
Surely if we are to grapple
With ideas of genocide's justification
It's after picking the brown fibre
Of a pig's won't to pork
Upon your new shirt
With a clean silver fork
Or after dessert
An introduction to veganism...
Stay well beautiful childs
Of this night
Of this night forever
My fragile child of strung silver white hair
And that air echoes forever
My silver child of the endless shores
My angel child sing for me
Of dreams and angel things
Stand strong in the evening wind
Bend as though an angel in prayer
And sing for me of the endless

You know it's times like these my child
Where I could spit in the wind
That I could break the evening waves
That like a light in the dark I'm searching for a way to go on
For I've got a reason but she's a distance away
It's been years of searching
The decades echo on
And I'm still here with my long hair and gnarled skin
But it's amazing what a woman can do
So I search on for you
And I'll make her hair the silver streams
And her body the cradle of the valley
And the rising mountain sides
And her lips the sweetest kiss for you
I'll make her ***** so soft and warm
And her voice of angel's harmony
And I'll scratch on in the darkness
Black with my claws until I find her flaws
Even and smooth and her love here just for you
And if I find her flaws
I don't care it's a wide world
And her smile like the sun
Like the gates in the mountainside
And may her river flow and slake our thirst
And if I find her flaws
I'll smooth them over for you
May her crown shine as though the radiance in the sky
And I shall dance in her fires
And her eyes rejoice for we are her lovers
May her breast heave with joy for we are her ones
And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you
And may her belly be deep and dire with the darkest lust for life
And love for me and you
And may her heart burst with love and stand true

As though the bend of that angel in prayer
And the song that sings on in the open air
I suppose this poem was really inspired by my dire requite for love, by my dire need for love and the ****** and Venusian allure typified in depiction by the beauty represented by my lovers - as though an effigy of Cythera's impart themselves.

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