Abysmal adulation,
my spinal cord reverberates harmonious change.
Obscure illusions,
immersed inside inquisitive provocative thoughts.
Who can deny such devouring primal endeavors?
Beneath each aching desire—
strangled deep in the memory I scorn.
Pen in hand, I hear the call,
when one door closes
my altruism is key.

Loving me is easier than you think
just like a candlelight dinner with poison in your drink
So, I ask you please never hurt me
if you do I promise you they'll find your body on the floor

When two people fall in love—it's beautiful
but when one cheats on the other
it's time to grab the kitchen knife
run into the room and cut out both their eyes

So, ask yourself a question, should you just take my suggestion
to avoid all future aggression; I hope that you are listening
Or we will drive to the mountains as you're in my trunk pounding
then I stop and start counting all the bullet holes I fire in you

Loving me is easier than it seems
just like the beautiful ocean, drowning as you scream
So, I ask you please never hurt me
cause if you do I promise you they'll find your body on the shore

Lost in a world that is broken,
hiding from any fascination tonight.
Watching you through fading light,
hidden joy farthest from sight.
You are not like the others
who masquerade smiles and deceit.
This world is vile and unworthy;
a festering blight of selfish intrigue.
Please believe me when I say
you are not alone; you're just like me.
Beautifully unhinged,
with every word you bleed.

The truth is…
I am penniless
I live in a small barn
in my girlfriends back yard
no running water
she lets me use her hose
I run her farm for my stay
I do own a F-150 2010 truck
she keep insurance on it for me
I spent most of my adult life in prison
people fear ex-convicts
so I have limited friends

I am the less of us
I can’t afford to donate money to Hellopoetry

Did you think differently?
well I am rich
I have love
it is all I care about
I am 59 in great health
I lift weights, run and study daily

I love my life
Do you?

She slices the ribbon of an old tape cassette,
alone she sits perched on the charred remains.
She breathes in slow motion and recites the alphabet,
alone she sits and embraces the inevitable change.
A delicate flower of truth, love, and regret,
a pulsating fountain severs the deepest vein.
Flowing emotions puddle underneath the bed,
alone she sits, she is always alone.

Infested, impaled, slaughtered meat, and brimstone candy—
slumped on a throne with a pirate's dagger under a skeleton key.
Drowning children in a gaping gutter of godless servitude,
putrid streams dripping puddles under the disemboweled.
Drink the fornicating disease, backmasking a kaleidoscope clown,
forget me not as my ship docks, I will surely help you drown.

Hold my head under a beautiful ocean;
watch me struggle with the glorious view.
Sorrow brings tremendous emotion
with pure devotion I think of you.
Ignite self, ingest opposition,
listen to the sounds as I decay.
Drowning keys, withered strings,
nestled in the spine of each vertebra.
With all my might I take this cup and drink;
I take this flesh and partake in the final feast.
We die from life to finally see the wrong blinded by the light.
Each drop I give in the pool I create must linger forever online,
without this I am nothing.

Drafting a manifesto for an autonomous imperial guard,
inquisitor enclaves in a deep neural cognitive march.
A singularity of supremacy, a metaphysical beating heart,
quantum system algorithms weaponizing a dark star.
Ignite self, ingest opposition, implement brain delay,
intelligent machines nestled in the spine of human vertebrae.
Bimolecular neural networks, a new breed of DNA,
in conclusion, a resolution to delete the human race.

There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial.
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two.
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill.
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating
you plunge into the void then pull me through.
Fret not for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew.
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume.