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Kristo Frost Dec 2019
why does she
Kristo Frost Dec 2019
social overlord
chemical overlord
electronic overlord
disingenuous overlord
undifferentiable overlord
autobiographical overlord

real overlord, hear this cry
Yeah, I said it.  Story of my life.
Kristo Frost Dec 2019
this is The Anthem
of the oxford cloth psychos
of the extra large nachos
the thorns on a black rose

this is The Anthem
of the sundry different people
who consume other people
just to get ahead in life

this is The Anthem
of your classic Trump voter
of the milieu of yes sir
the newscast of doubt

this is The Anthem
of the State of Decline
of the numbers in a line
the march forth to sue

this is The Anthem
yes it is a lonely Anthem
so you'd better learn it sharpish
and you'd better learn it well
Kristo Frost Mar 2019
Poorly phrased tautologies lie in the crow named ******.

Wanton airs of royal talk distort her lesson further.

Final wit; a shameless hit.

She caws as you consume her.
Kristo Frost Jan 2019
I have had this written on sticky notes on the side of one of my bookshelves for years. Sharing is caring!
Kristo Frost Jan 2019
...follow your heavy footsteps through the moss that carpets a maze of tired oak. Solemn warnings calcify soft thoughts and point you at the coal on the horizon. Its splinterglow peeks hot squints through the arboreal tangle. Topaz streams convene and braid themselves around your spine. The stones in the riverbed grow smoother and each becomes a grain of sand. You let the sand console your roots as you curl your toes and fall asleep. Time becomes a living dream about life, which in turn finds you, one day, walking deeper into the forest.
Kristo Frost Jan 2019
Here I sit and think and ponder
While my wild mind keeps its wander
And my son enjoys his slumber
But my thoughts increase in number

What a world we wield these days
Of trump cards played in wicked ways
And all around us keeping haste
My thoughts can do naught else but pace

Yet without what we hide within
There would not be a tale to spin
Or crash and burn in red hot sin;
Forgive me as I drop a pin

My Son, I must relay to you
A thought which haunts us lucky few
Who often wish we never knew:
The only truth, these days, is you
Happy to announce my son Skylar was born since I last posted!
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