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I am evolving
into the me
I will be.

But am I
making,
or being
made?
Most people don't see the fences
and barriers and borders -
I've crossed them.
Earth is a thousand prison camps.
We are going off to war,
we are sitting by no more;
we are smashing skulls baby,
killing the enemy.

This is how the world is made;
this is how the rent is paid.
Grab your gun and follow me,
baby, lets make casualties.

Those with souls can stay behind,
and moan and groan and hide their eyes -
that is why we charge ahead,
baby, front towards enemy.
It's an Army thing, not a "lone gunman" thing, don't freak out on me... I'm right as rain. I did get the rhythm from Sail by AWOLNATION.
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
ShamusDeyo
The Wrath of craven Masses Arise
All hunting for the Sacrifice
What thought or Image Should be cast
Like Books Upon the fires of the Iconoclast
As poet arise blazing Edgar Allen Poe in Eyes
Just as a raven crosses a Grave...
Searching for within whats saved
To savor the flavor of putrid Flesh
The Poet is obsessed for words to caress
Arousing his compulsive Chicaneries
And bearing a touch of Poe's Insanity


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to most this poem will be a mystery, But I have Penned for the ones who comprehend....
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
mike
it comes with the territory
that i must tell you a scary story
and the details and scenes
are of course very gory
but it must wait
cuz this is very boring.
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
mike
the language they use to connect
starts changing.
everyone who engages is a threat.
to make eye-contact is to ******.
laughter is empty with ulterior motives.
what they seem to be is unfathomable.
a strange, violent species.

my spine curves
& my fingers thin
as i retreat
from their
false lights
& spiritual prisons,
into a dark
calm place
where the sound of
dripping water
fills me with
near death peace
as i sit until
i become stone.
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
mike
the fish swims from ***** to *****
and i cant catch it.
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
mike
poverty
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
mike
hapless, melting streets
and burning homes;
a society of self-immolating effigies.
 Apr 2015 Ryan Clark
mike
these rare eventualities are
preordained to bring us
to madness.
its the work of
someone more clever
and deranged
than we.
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