She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone

“Call for a Miss. Blume, I repeat Miss. Nora Blume
your bag’s at lost & found”

12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up to contemplate the whys

“Ahh, Sherif, you may wanna have a look at this,
could be blood from the girl we just may have missed”

She left her bag back at the station
with a letter she had drawn
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone

“Dear Mother I am leaving, don’t expect me to return
I’ll love you always this is not a phase but a lesson never learned”

12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up before the case went dry

“Ah, Sherif, you may wanna share this, it’s a note from Nora Blume,
her Mother needs to know that a suicide’s assumed”


She left her bag back at the station
where they came ‘cross a syringe
just one of many in a package
tangled in her wallets fringe

“I saw no need for luggage as I’ve carried more in wait
there’s a final wrath along my path that’s leading to my fate”

12 hours after a search had gathered
a blood trail lastly explored
and the whistle sounded as the troops dumbfounded
covered up her corpse

“Don’t cry for me, ask Daddy then you’ll know the reason why,
just put us in the same plot embracing on our sides”

She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as the two were grounded
down six feet moving on...

Heed warning to ye all,
ALL!
mourning, scorning tricked in thrall
Blue ice flames easy to fool,
FOOL!
a few triced yet made it through
Bone penetrating, devastating,
YES!
not from pain but wrath alone
Cast-iron links this soul does tow
YES!
which has now become his home
See the traces, empty faces,
OH!
flowing to and fro from he
He is the new, he is the end,
END!
he is immortality...

The Fates
1914 Heaven & Hell BLVD
Waco Texas 666
C.E.O.  Master O. Cards

Incomplete Application For Living


This Is An App. For Living
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Home Address: Mt Olive RD
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Social Security Number:
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List Previous Acquaintances:
(beginning  last to first,
in detail please, do rank them all
& mark which ones are worse)

Name:________Have known for How Long?________
Age:________How would you rate this one?________
Are you Enemies or Friends now?________
What will they do?________ What have they done?________

Have you been convicted of a Felony?________
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(If yes, then please explain:)____________________
___________________________­__________

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Disclaimer*
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What’s “that” doing on the floor,
Could you please pick “it” up?

Okay, but “that” will still be “there”...

“That’s” impossible, “it” can’t be “there!”

I didn’t say “it” was “there”
and “it” can not be “impossible!” either!
Impossible’s impossible!

Well, “That’s” still on the floor
I asked you nicely to pick “it” up
yet, “it’s” still there!

“It” was never “there”
have you lost your freaking mind!?

Oh yea, well then why’s “that” still on the floor!?!?”

Oh my God, just forget “it” and leave “it” “there!”
Well then who’s gonna pick “it” up?
(Sigh)

Douse ye flame snub thou to ashes
Bury well thine reserved stashes

...and plead tears hath no mercy
CURSE YE!
Sir, see your deeds cause pleurisy
Neural’s feed off chaos’s vitae stench
whence did ye awaken as a corpse?

Denounce ye faith scrub scour ye caches
Hurry, Hell’s cries serve blasphemes

...and in thine end a fury
WORRY!
For ye shall be judged and juried
Scurry til ye nails wear to a dusting
lusting for a life once lived no more...

You feel it coming
should be in, on and
around everything
Expiration Dates mean something
pay heed from the beginning
Ignore it,
fight a battle
backing zero winners
Flexing pure prays weight
cutting down
on the sinners

All of us are rotting
ever since our precious birth
Expiration Dates foretelling
of what we’re really worth
Ignore it,
face a conflict
stuck forever in debate
While I rest adjacent
decking your
days hate

All men created equal but,
don’t practice what they preach
Expiration date’s approaching
we were taught, now we must teach!
Ignore it,
keep on walkin’ till
you know it’s much too late
a victim of
your own accord and
the next stirred Nations fate

Hello again my friend...
Friend?
By you calling me this I suppose
I’m just to forget our last encounter?

I was hoping...
I smoked you away last time
and swore you’d never return!

Ahhh, but, I will always be a part of you.
I may have to hear you but,
that doesn’t mean I have to listen.

Oh, inhale all the hemp you want,
I’ll still be here waiting for the plane to land.
Not if it ends up being my final call you know,
planes have failed before.

You’ll be like a Kamikaze,
chicken, you don’t have the *****!
Why should it matter any ways,
two birds, one stone,
you know the saying...

But, it’s not two birds you fool! It’s one,
God you’re an idiot!
Okay then, if it is only one and
I am an idiot,
wouldn’t that make you an idiot too?

Precisely...
only difference is,
is that I never minded being an idiot...*

“Last call (last call) for flight (for flight)
number (number) 666 (666)”

Well, that’s us, see you when we land...

Lubricated swollen dreams
ragged
fevered
trembling
unyielding movements
exploration’s embraced
tight
bare
touching
rhythmic circles
and the pleasures die in vain
fly by in vain
sigh cries in vain
Lubricated swollen dreams
ragged
fevered
trembling once again...

Poetic words
are a pLaYgRoUnD to me
Flowing
like a child on a
s.......g
.w...n
....i

^RISING^ and falling
((striking)) moods
as words oughtta
Like the
f
..r
e
..e
f
..a
l
..l
and
b..u..c
..o..n..e

of a
t
.e
...e
.....t
......e
........r
.........@
.............t
..­.............o
..................t
....................t
........­.............e
.......................r
Poetic words to me
sTrAnGe as it ))sounds((
Gives me the ~sensations~
like a

.....r...r...y
..e............g
m...............o
.d............­..r
....n....u...o
I just had to tell you
I can no longer ((hide))
Well, writing to me is
like a pLaYgRoUnD’s
...............S
..............|...l
............|..­......i
..........|............p
........|...............~
......­|......................n
....|..........................~
..|....­...........................s
|...................................­.....l~...i...d..e

Plasma stains
beneath family portraits
Dust collects
on top of fingerprints

Bit’s of hair, fingernails
jammed in braided rugs
Just knowing
creates a foul stench

Oh, the spatter
that splattered when
Buckshot went off!
It’s been 8 years ago today

Claimed crazy residing
were once he had killed
And he always
plans to stay

Neighborhood strays
never sow to his lawn
They scurry by
whimpering in fear

For a body was missing
the law never saw,
Not even
the protruding ear

Grocers delivering food
strewed cross the yard
And the mailman
hasn’t stopped by in ages

It is said “who gets too close
to what rests inside,
Will be next posted
on the front pages

Statements proceed much further
(Further)
then a wicked wind does blow
(ya know that)
Penitence abounds as speech,
unmindful leaves ones soul

Utterances pierce tongues of few
(yet)
thrills a myriad
(no matter)
Be it ended with a question mark,
a dash or period.

Formulate all that you crave
(Crave)
within thine own confines
(you know that)
Utterance views not through ears
to slip free from the mind.

Remember, once a phrase takes flight
(And flies)
it can not be retrieved
(Can it?)
Unless you’re faced with a Mentalist,
conversing as they read.

See, see the judgmental sky
Marvel at its big green depths.
Tell me, do you wonder
why mother nature ignores you?
Why its feebly stare
makes you feel lazy.
I can tell you, it is
worried by your distorted ***** growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your shtty potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big judgmental sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm shts like yourself...

(n) a form of greeting after a long separation amongst close friends.

"Wabbahooshna my good friend!"

NOTE: If the word is not from you, please leave credit to whom it belongs to and where you found it, Thanks :)

Fragile emits of moonlight invade
this overshadowed room as I kneel,
always a slave,
always somber,
frozen here,
waiting.

Accusations taunting
from rot in panes of tainted glass,
looming as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in minds eye,
penetrating my naked flesh.
A reflection on humanity's face.
I raise my head proclaiming rights
to this oblivious salvation...

Topsy, turvy,
∩dsıpǝ poʍu
as if no
gravity abounds
∩dsıpǝ poʍu
within my mind
sobriety now
hard to find

Vitae rushes
pounding sounds
with head hung low
‘bout ∩dsıpǝ poʍu
Distortion’s clever!
I’ve had enough!
∩dsıpǝ poʍu,s now
right side up...

You must really be some kind of phucking idiot! What the hell did you press??? Not only can't you get into your computer now but for as long as you keep it plugged in you'll have to keep staring at me, a pathetic reminder of what a phucking idiot you have to be to get me
"The Blue Screen"

Man, bet you're feelin' like a loser now eh? Maybe gettin' somewhat pi55ed because you had no clue what you were doing from the get go? LOL

Maybe technology's just not your bag I mean, now that we're here I'm wondering about all the sh*t you probably ******* up in your life.

IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE MAN!!!!!

Press any key to continue reading what I've got to say....oh & btw....

"THERE IS NO "ANY KEY" ON THE KEY BOARD SO STOP LOOKING FOR IT!!!

(man you really are a tool :D)

I have no name and have not seen
but. the places I have been
Thoughts of you and why you are
a mystery, a hidden sin

Another time and place perhaps,
a face to face to see that laugh
a smile I’ve carried in my mind
could I be warm, my distant half?

I could be wrong, I could be right
delightful wonder in minds eye
always wishing it could be
sadly come to and deny

A peaceful time I cherish much
although, knowing it’s a crush
someday, if not real I won’t see
the day when we just simply touch