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 Jan 2021 Oliver
jdmaraccini
Deep asleep my heart stops beating,
why am I here this is a mistake.
Lost in darkness my skin is freezing,
I fell asleep but did I wake.
I do remember a porcelain plate,
I held a cup I ate and drank,
Hemlock soup with a Death Cap steak,
Oleander tea and a Ricin cake.
Poisonous dreams betrayal and scheming,
was it dinner that sealed my fate?
Looking down I am not breathing,
I feel no sorrow if it ends today.
I see her face but she's not speaking
as I drift into the dark decay
JDMaraccini
2020
 Jan 2021 Oliver
jdmaraccini
Reflect
 Jan 2021 Oliver
jdmaraccini
Degradation instilled within the boundaries of purpose,
miraculous memorization of rapturous thoughts.
Collapsed under shards of fanciful perceptions,
perplexing deterioration vanquish inward foes.
Dreams prolonged reverberate indignation.
I unequivocally capitulate to the exultation of self.
JDMaraccini
2020
 Jan 2021 Oliver
jdmaraccini
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.
JDMaraccini
2020
 Jan 2021 Oliver
jdmaraccini
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.
JDMaraccini
2020
 Jan 2021 Oliver
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
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