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 Oct 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
War:  Future corpses scattered across the field of broken dreams.
 Oct 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
Screaming oxen overdosed on toxins leading the wagon-train to hell.
 Sep 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
The place was dangerous as hell; we had no business being there. It was a complex, composed of four immense structures, looming on the bluffs between Lake Michigan and a ghost town. I'm not sure which side of the fence brought forth more eeriness - the sight of four massive industrial skeletons was indeed an eerie one, but within the village that must endure it's haunting presence persists a dwindling heartbeat... and together they produced a heightened effect of slow decay - and that was what drew me in.

The place was magnificent day or night.

By day, we'd explore the groundworks while the light allowed us to admire the massive machinery, which by then had accumulated copious amounts of corrosion. All those dead giants, never to function again. In the spring time, beams of light would penetrate the ceiling above, caving in from years of stress sans stress tests. Even when the light was not shining through, one could make out where the beams have been because in their wake they left a trail of life. Up to that point in my life I thought that was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen - a thousand tons of old machinery, and a stubborn sunbeam poking through, incubating it's au natural industrialized chia pet.

By night, we would ascend to the rooftops of these four story horror stories and gaze up at the stars. Sometimes, when our ***** were feeling particularly swelled, we'd venture across the rooftops as if in some post-apocalyptic videogame. And sometimes when we were feeling a bit rebellious and artistic, we'd bring along some cans of spray paint and redecorate to our desire. Oh, and another reason the place reeked of death was surely due to it being a glue factory... wherein horses were killed in order to gain access to their foot-stuff. I was told by an unfortunate local that they'd bury the unwanted horse parts in big pits back behind the place... this man had told me that he fell into one while wandering around back there - nearly died trying to get out.

We knew the place was soon to be leveled, but we did not know when. Eventually I ended up moving out of state for a while, and alas, upon my return my childhood fascination was no more. shrugs... So it goes.
 Aug 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
The fool talks and the wise man listens.  
Is it wise to warn one who will not listen?  
A waste of breath, caught by death?  
The menacing figure inhales our woes
And breathes out weapons
With which we use to
Mutilate ourselves.
Television.
Television.
Now the wise men talk
While the fools all listen.
 Aug 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
Gone
 Aug 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
Gone are the days
full of
Song and Sun Rays;

Crimes of the Times
outshine
Minds full of Rhymes;

Greed and Decay
make me
Bleed Disarray
while i
Feed from the Tray
where they
Peed - It's Okay,
but take
Heed what I Say...

Stripped are the Proles
while the
Stripped swing on Poles;

The Irresponsible Parent
spells doom
For the rest...

It's apparent,
abhorrent
although,
What a ******* beautiful mess...
 Aug 2012 RyanMJenkins
Auroleus
sometimes I find myself staring at the ground for long periods of time…
some people think I'm depressed...
perhaps I am...
but there are quite a lot of insects down there.
most people never take notice as they're constantly consumed
with their own lives...
the upward glancers... the straight-forward perceptionists.
I wonder if insects ever get depressed
because we're
always
stepping on them...
An old friend sleeps
somewhere you've not been.
He may be seeing
awful things
or lovely ones.  Of course,
you've no discernment,
for you dwell outside
his sphere now and outside
his dreams; for that matter,
you cannot sleep at all.

When his body gives
the sudden ****
you tiredly await--
when he falls
from the hammock
and breaks his arm,
will you reprimand him
for his fault?

Yet, could not you have told him
when he asked
for your advice
those years ago
that you doubted him
in the first place? that
his ambition frightened
you? that high-up hammocks
are beds for the foolish
more often than not?

Through the pain
of malbent joint and forced
awakening next to you
where you've watched
from the ground,
will he learn only then?
What if he reprimands
you, then, upon consciousness--
what then?  Or what if it's his spine
he damages, and Something Goes
Very Wrong, and he cannot speak,
but it is in the misery of his eyes
that you can hear him declaring,
"You could have spared me this!"
--what then?

Or what will you say
if he never comes down
at all?  And when?  How, even,
will you know that he has woken?
--that he's happy? --that he wishes
you had come with him,
hopes that you might yet?

An old friend sleeps--
or seems to sleep--
somewhere you've not been,
and as you ask yourself,
"What became of him?"
he looks to you
from his high perch
and also aches to know--
as someone below you
asks of you;
and someone beneath him
and someone beneath him
and someone beneath him...
© K.E. Parks, 2012
 May 2012 RyanMJenkins
dj
Teen Daze
 May 2012 RyanMJenkins
dj
Video game brain
"I want you but I'm scared"
Absolution 
Adventure
All or nothing with me or against me!
3-D worlds in posters
Just walk into them as you sleep

I miss those teen days.
 May 2012 RyanMJenkins
dj
"It's a universal urge to pair up." They say.

It's 3 words and
Suddenly files are executing
Auto-running and auto-installing.
When you've been alone,
It's like
Every rancid dream inside of you is
Awakened. Hyper aware & readied
Preprogrammed bugs start to run.
Users in remote locations
Triggered by tracking cookies
Wheel- in backdoor worms
And all I have to do is click

I/O corrupted
Cloudy decisions, decisions

Ads for free cars, free girlfriends
Glittering pop-ups.
"Hot guys in your area!"
But **** is for the lonely
Bait;
A smiling **** Madonna 
accompanied by
Beguiling hooks, fly-paper,
You-name-it

Can't tell if I'm in love or in lure.
But I have to go for it.
And that's the point.

"I love you"
[Click]
LOVE-LETTER-FOR-YOU by me.
THIS IS WHAT AMERICA IS TO ME  (copyright) TXu1-367-253    
BY IRWIN M. DRESNER  (A KOREAN WAR VET.)   IRWINHAM@VERIZON.NET
--------------------------------------------­-----------------------------------------
                                       WHAT IS AMERICA TO ME?
        
A  LAND OF LIBERTY, FREEDOM, AND DEMOCRACY,
THAT IS WHAT AMERICA IS TO ME.

  YOU ARE AN AMERICAN,
   I AM AN AMERICAN.
  WE ALL ARE AMERICANS,
  FROM THE HEART AND THE SOUL
  OF US ALL YOUNG AND OLD.  

  SOME OF US ARE TO YOUNG TO FIGHT,
  SOME OF US ARE TOO OLD TO FIGHT,
  BUT WE ALL DO OUR PART,
  FROM THE VERY BOTTOM OF OUR HEART.

OUR FOREFATHER’S FOUGHT TO KEEP US FREE,
AND NOW IT’S UP TO YOU AND ME.

LET’S TEACH OTHER COUNTRY’S ABOUT DEMOCRACY,
SO THEY WOULD NOT HAVE TO LIVE IN TYRANNY.
                                      
LET US ALL WORK FOR A WORLD AT PEACE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE,
OR WE WILL ALL SUFFER A HORRIBLE FATE.

LET US ALL WORK TO FIND THE SOLUTION,
TO A PLANET THAT’S FULL OF POLLUTION

OUR FUTURE GENERATIONS DESERVES A GOOD EARTH,
  LIKE THEIR ANCESTORS HAD AT BIRTH.

  WOULDN’T IT BE A DELIGHT,
  IF ALL THE WORLD’S CHILDREN UNITE,
  MAKING THIS PLANET ALL RIGHT.

  LET ALL THE WORLD SCIENTIST’S GET TOGETHER,
  SO THEY CAN WIPE OUT MOST ILLNESSES ALTOGETHER.

LET PEOPLE OF ALL RELIGIONS UNITE,
      MAKING THIS TROUBLED WORLD ALL RIGHT

  LET ALL PEOPLE TREAT ONE ANOTHER,
   AS IF THEY WERE SISTER AND BROTHER

   LET COLOR NOT BE CRITERIA FOR FRIENDSHIP,
    BY SHOWING EVERYONE OUR FELLOWSHIP
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