The Best of the Best, Shock and Awe Style

Dec 2013

Jefferey Aaron Wade Williams

I'm tired of the gospel of
"I'm right"
I'm sick of the gospel of
"I've got it all figured out"
I'm fed up with
"this is how you should live your life
this is how it should be done.
because this is how I see it
so you should too"
the ******* seeps through your fingers
because you hold it too tight
you're making a mess
get your **** together.
realize that you're about as close
to figuring out this faith thing
as the next guy
who's drunk and high
laying in the ditch.
because the second that you look down on him
the second your smile becomes a charity
for the one's you see as lesser
is the exact second you drive yourself
into that very same ditch
and then
there you are
drunk and high off your own pride
and just as broken inside.

Nov 2013

Reece

Hannah's Story Part II: On Meeting Marvin and Repressing Psychological Encumbrance

Sick and cyclical memories linger, how unjust it seems
In somber city streets, her father's name she screams
When the fix is late and her body sodden and shaking
Her childhood recollections waking, every joint aching
Falling on tarmac, tearing stockings and fleshy knees
Through the distant mist it's a saviour that she sees
Marvin on a white steed, motorbike and leathers
To get her straight he only requires her nethers
What difference could it make to such a worn woman
So little that her eyes glaze as he announces his comin'
And she's immediately put to work after initial transaction
All night shifts, ****** abstraction, customer satisfaction
Returning 'home' to Marvin where the earnings are counted
Giggling schoolgirl as playful stories of John's are recounted
And Marvin's insatiable perversions are compounded
****** cocktails and deviancy, her psyche confounded
The **** sleeps blissfully beside his new top girl
And through ****** daze, she examines her world

Nov 2013

Jaymisun Kearney

Searching for Tangible Music

Ice cream from the box
close to 3 a.m.
means we're doing it again
we're burning the blades
crystallize your life like this

When flames die and we arrive
in this moment
what will we have?

Big screen on and bright
each night the same games
distract from how our lives played
each thought the other
resigned design and instead

Stitched
What was wanted that no one wanted

When flames die and we arrive
in this moment
what will we have?
When flames die can we deny
the dreams we dreamed
or will we turn
turn and sleep?

Nov 2013

Anubis the Philosomancer

Authoritarian Education isn't.

Instead of nourishing extensive philosophical quandary,
it seems that they'd rather suppress it in the name of:
"THIS IS HOW IT IS, SHUT THE **** UP
AND DON'T QUESTION WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!"

to which one is seemingly entitled to reply;
"Jawohl, mein Führer! Mein Leben für den Vaterland!"

"Of course, my Leader! My Life for the Fatherland!"
(A Patriot is one who is loyal to the Father. Patri=Father. Know yo' ******' greek word parts, fools!)

Nov 2013

Derek Yohn

Shai-Hulud

We are all worm-riders.
You don't believe me?
Just look to the desert around you,
the shifting dunes, the buried ruins of cities,
the pockets of sedition against the man
(even though we are the man)

Call for air support, we have worm-sign
(10 minutes)

We are sand-trout children,
born of the worm,
reaching maturity to place our thumper.

(7 minutes)

We have known this from the beginning
but have forgotten how to remember.

(4 minutes)
(PLEASE HURRY!)

The proof is everywhere,
all across the internet,
the pictures of my extreme youth:
money shots,
universal *******,
***** from a *******.
*(no more minutes)

You are welcome, sci-fi fans. Frank Herbert's *Dune* series is simply amazing and prophetic. I am not ashamed to say that many of its concepts have heavily influenced my poetry. I'm not sorry. Hope you like it...

Nov 2013

Amanda In Scarlet

Rhymetime Grime

I call myself a rhymeslut
Proudly.
A poetic coquette,
I deal in grimy slimy rhymes.
Here I am,
Covered
Smothered
In all these words
I love it.
Write a poem
Shove it
in my face
This rhymeslut
Will take the full load.

Inspired by 'Rhymeslut' by Harriet Tecumsah Watt.

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