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To those who speak against being 'rude': you are not a friend of truth or understanding.
You coddle yourself in a somnambulant daze,
Where the harshest realities lay deep in your soul,
And you walk away, as far from this dormant minefield you've lain,
Leaving the active bombs for others to stumble upon.
And they suffer because of your laziness,
Avoiding your task of diffusing these bombs that only you understand,
And you still aren't sure where the schematics are,
So the damage continues,
And you have become a despot,
Watching people die from your pointless violence.
It's 4:43 in the AM -
Not in the afternoon where it's supposed to be
But dark instead -
Smoking a cigarette outside -
In the humid purple night -
Where lightning bugs are flying
Under sharp soft bursts of wind -
Pleasant in this misty heat -
You are nocturnal -
More comfortable in the dark -
Where thoughts flow more freely
With the freedom of shadows -
Hiding in the darkness -
Arousing passions -
Seducing lusts -
Running much faster from death's final dust -
Where flaming elixirs flow like silken rain
Under galaxies of stars and various planets -
Perfumes of the dark matter erupt in your mind -
Laying in tall grass, outstretched arms -
Legs curled up -
In awe of such massive wonder and chaos
That indulges my speck of existence -
This is when you understand the notion of 'Gods' -
And how truly privileged it is to live a life -
Where dreams will come, asleep or awake -
A nocturnal life is the life I live.
There is honesty in blue.
That sudden hue of the sky above you -
Clear and radiant with light -
Then it can grow dark with a foreboding shade -
Filling moments with fear and sadness -
Blue is analogous to life's entire journey -
It is not as rigid as red -
Or as harsh as yellow -
Certainly not as fickle as green.
Blue is the color that resonates deepest
with me.
I.
A creative voice is silenced
As it's words are copyrighted and litigated
Under submission to some corporate will.
A boot-heel on the neck of innovation.
If I were ******
I'd choose Scientology.
Or Mormonism.
Probably both.
Jews are too cool.
I love their culture of practical intelligence
that accommodates science and atheism
in a dark world of savagery and jealousy
their light shines like a radiant star
or the soft glow of a candle-lit minora.
Scientology and Mormonism are decadent, creepy and ridiculous.
Like sad deflated sacs
Scars webbing keloid
Across the flattened chest
Where ******* were saved
From slashing scalpels
Not to become medical waste
But reminders
That a life that must go on
Compromised
By the toll of life.
And now I have lost you
You being my lust
To kiss and caress
The body I desired
(But mainly your ****)
And now I am left with a person I despise
For your beautiful *******
Made me forget
Your empty soul.
When you emerge from this sleep
There is a sudden nagging pain
Which seems to increase
As moments are filled in
And spreads throughout your nerves
As you feel stiff aches sting
From every joint that can function
Leaving you confused by the source of these pains
And the ether that clouds your mind
Gives you no solace
And takes its penance from your withering spine.

— The End —