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Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

ryn

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enticed by \\  the alluring
promise of everlasting sweetness•i had
shed all trepidation to indulge in this lone
songstress•hanging on its own, just enough
within my arm's length•seemed so easy but
a formidable test of strength•i had reached
and plucked without in mind, the doubt of
myth•held it for an instant before sinking
in my teeth•it's the sole mouthful that
had brought about this perpetual
racking cough•it's the apple...
that i should've never taken
a big bite        out of...•

#apple #mistakes #concretepoetry #forbiddenfruit

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Ebola

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

John B

Ebola

media says you

obey the new curfew

the men in black suits

drooped there blues just to hit you

oath breakers lament at the days of justice

glad that there gone, joyous warrior busts sit

in place of the ten in court houses and school pits

correctional facilities a mural of magnanimity

fasad removed infirmary's

making monsters of men once just true to peace

that's why I must say don't just police the police

put in brief question everything

even the words I'm saying

if all this **** hits

any resistance will be terrorism

any act will be justifiable in the name of containment

and no injustice

no matter how grievous

will need anything more to be welcomed

as the flag "to stop the Ebola"

50% chance of death to all infected

100% chance to rule the world

1% chance to have a peace of the pie

99% chance to die

with plasma donation at an all time high it seems that Ebola may have been the plain all along, it explains a lot, fema coffins and quiet African occupations, the line across the middle east
(that is Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Syria Libya)

also fema coffins, the story they handed out for this is so flooded that you can't look into it without someone saying its just a grave liner and wile the picture they hand out looks similar its not the same thing

http://www.scribd.com/doc/17690179/Multi-Functional-Cremation-Container-For

notice the lack of latches

https://www.metabunk.org/threads/debunked-fema-coffins-plastic-grave-liners.904/

now the vantage corp coffin vaults above see how they look with the nice rounded top and latches, they need the latches to keep water out.

https://www.metabunk.org/data/MetaMirrorCache/contrailscience.com_skitch_skitched_20130312_170814.jpg

notice it looks like the patent not the venture corp product and again no latches, so what is vantage corp?

http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread321952/pg20

also vantage does not sell anything that looks even closer to the fema bins see for your selfs...

http://www.vantageproducts.com/index.html

unless you expect me to believe they payed extra for custom bins that wouldn't do the job intended that just so happen to look just like a corpse bin some broke folk were petting at next to nothing, I'm not saying its Ebola I'm saying if I was black hand, big brother whatever, id be praying for an outbreak to take the pressure off me, an outbreak can be engineered and all actions point to this, how do you contain Ebola? you lock down the sick and burn the bodies, with all the tubs solvent would work just as well and every camp would only need a few bins solvent to be acquired locally, kinda kills my idea of looking at fema for a solvent buy, maybe CDC now and I cant help but think its all too obvious, like Nigeria Niger #bringbackourgirls how hard is it to link Boko Haram to 1% funding...

don't get up ill do it.

according to Kimeng Hilton Ndukong

(This followed the recent arrest of key members of the sect and appointment of a new police chief in Nigeria.)

"Nigerian agents appear to have made a major discovery in their investigations into the sources of funding of the Boko Haram Islamic sect. According to the Nigerian Tribune newspaper, the State Security Service (SSS) and its local and international counterparts have now traced the group's sources of funding to some Al-Qaeda-linked organisations in the Middle East."

well that was fast, we all know who funded them *******...

in case there is some question to that point

http://www.securityassistance.org/

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Nevermore

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

John B

Nevermore

frankly I'm baked

naked I pace

scarcely tracing

the ghost of her face

missing the silence I cry on the floor

like the glint in her eyes my tears shine as they pour

Id turn off the light but I can't stand no more

all of the world that I like has just walked out the door

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Sweet Daffodil

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

C S Cizek

Sweet Daffodil

The black, iron God arm punched
placid-blanched clouds, and dangled
cat cable down to lemon-vested men
with chalkboard faces.
Basic algebra, today's date, daily
syllabi, God-fearing anecdotes,
and the evils of homosexuality.
Fornicating with other dudes
is like moving Jesus' rock
with your ******'d *****.
Let sleeping dieties die.
We find them buried deep beneath
**** ceramics by T.V. criminals,
rapists, murderers, buzzers, free-
lovers, angelheaded sweethearts.
They have nearly four dollar souls,
barely enough for a Wilpo dinner
at Hepburn Diner. #2 breakfast
with one cup of Columbian cartel
coffee with a pinch of whole milk
to take the edge off, so he won't
be gripping the booth vinyl when
a "freedom" flash cop car passes.
Police cruisers are just bigger bicycles
that we're afraid of, sporting cereal
box baseball cards in the spokes.
Cops were the kids that needed help
their first time fresh off training
wheels. Training academy training
them for low-speed cat chases through
flower beds.
Sweet daffodil, you didn't have to die
like this. You could've drank straight
from the pitcher at a stranger's dinner
party potluck, seen the guts of a New
York highrise, shared the coke left
beneath a woman's botched nose job.
You could have been more than this.
You could have been more.
You could have been.
You could have.
You could.
You.
You, daffodil, stamen-down
in Miracle Gro and dog ****

could have been more.

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

vacuum

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Adam Struble

vacuum

there is a strange vacuum where she goes
a black hole in the fabric of night
the costumes and characters bright and brilliant
strange familiar faces in the parade of light
scarlet woman pulls my heart toward center
she is the gravity i am caught in orbit
elleptical but steadily inward
against good sense the rain
thunders against my ears
i fall in love again with the force of nature
the movement of pure luminosity
the strobe of tribal rhythm
shatters the illusion of seperation from the all
reason does not listen to emotion
sweat streaks the trance of unity
and i am apparently good at chasing forbidden fruit
the unchained melody of life falling down
in beautiful collage around you
and we fall back into place
unrested eyes and shadows at night
the scarlet runs off into the darkness
and i could catch up but i don't
wandering in the dark
looking for the part of myself that hasn't forgotten how to love

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

journey to the source pt. 5

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Adam Struble

journey to the source pt. 5

laying on the thickness
and the off angled rake
bury music, insect languages in the wilderness
insect symbols
the singing song of notes, dead matter feeding life
red mushroom glow in the under muffin
dig into the eye of the
lift the broken pieces of a past life on a rock in the woods
turning over leaf for fruit for root for SYMBOL

primal to cosmic
we have slowed down the whole show
so that we can find god in the particle
so that the particle could find itself in another particle
winking flint in a boneyard
insect hollow
discoveries of self and identity,
testing tradition, traveling to the wild forest
untracing time unravelling the sentence
symbolic imposition

#symbol

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Write betweeen the Lines

Nov 2014 Cunning Linguist

Anubis the Philosomancer

Write betweeen the Lines

It.

It is.

What is it?

That's just it:
it just is.

Fight it if you will.

Will
does have certain power that knows no known bounds,
but Will is nigh useless unless you act.

Action
can be a step in the wrong direction
if you don't stop to consider the implications of the choice.

Choice
is both a gift and a curse,
for we can never know with certainty.

Certainty
is a generalization for a particular probability
that we see to be in our favor.

Favor
is a slippery *****
inexorably leading to isolation.

Isolation
is what mind felt
when saw itself as the pilot of matter.

Matter
is frozen energy-
potential en potentia:

Potential.

Everything is potential.

Create the future you wish to reap.
Have the courage to blaze your own trail
if none you've found is as you desire;
there's nothing wrong with that:

It isn't selfish
to seek what it is for which your heart and soul cry out.
It isn't selfish
to refuse to follow a Path laid by another.
It isn't selfish
to pursue happiness;
rather, I find it to be quite the contrary:

If we all, independently, could bring about our own ecstasy
try to fathom what a rave life could be.

Puns may be intended;
ne'er forget to read between the lines-
read between the words themselves,
and look within them as well as thyself
for comprehension;
for understanding.

Words are such funny tools.
Such is a theme of mine.

Tools
be not at fault
for the evil that is so often wrought by them;
they are a catalyst; a medium:
a sort-of transmittal of intention:

A hammer can build or ****
with similar effort and ease
if only the Will is so inclined.

That is the boundless power of Will.
That is our responsibility as conscious beings.

One must seek construction of the Self,
rather than destruction of the Other.

For,
what is destruction of the Other
if not destruction of the Self
from the outside
in
?

(All off my questions are rhetorical and not.
Answer them. I dare you. They are my challenges.
Therein lies the journey to understanding the Self;
or, as they call it in academia: "Philosophy.")

I find that One finds what One seeks,
whether it is harmony or dissonance
or anything else in between.
(Or, maybe that's a product of my own bias!)

Thy every moment may differ,
but t'is of thy Path that I speak.

Tread lightly, my friend.

Only you can bear thy torch-
but, the true crux
is refusing to drop it
until you no longer require it.

I just sat down and wrote this. No forethought.
Lots of afterthought, though!
There's somethin' kinda 'zen' 'bout that:
if you will not actively seek meaning, you deserve it's absence.
It may sound harsh, but if you think about it, it likely doesn't apply to you.
Also, humor is a wonderful multi-key for the door of understanding.
;)

#writing #improvised