Acrimonious ******; oh, to such a wanted piece of thought, falling carelessly as a leaf blown in a sceptical kind of winds, and with their goal of rattling me. The present fortunes present themselves as a mystery unsolved, the many spasms in a day, constricted by the extravagance of wanting to be heard; but the audience is so uninvolved

As I sometimes misplace my identity in my own words- as when I misplace worries into the formula of my concerns. The lessor faith in words, frames on the highest platform; in the endless echoes of a writer’s afterlife- where their once idolized muses, are blessed enough to be seen as something appreciated as gods- a Poetic pantheon

Creativity is like two gloved hands, that choke out the reader’s eyes,
suffocating them to see new found knowledge, in the loss of consciousness. As the stage is set; upon the tears of the world, being the opening curtains to such an encore performance; an audience made up of eyes hungry for more. The author’s responsibility to provide to them all,
a due course of sustainable food for thought. As the world feeds the writer the vilest of things, to in turn create something ameliorates in place of it.

There’s something so sinister about being lost inside of yourself;-
I apply Lip Ice before I fall asleep, just in case I have to experience
That cold kiss with Death. But that’s one being, being less than
generous to oneself, and giving out a lot of degenerate excuses
Of not doing so well. Rambling picaresque; engulfed by a hardened
sense; feeding well into my own insecurities, made from haphazard
ingredients- as a soul that tastes like concluded gumbo

Still, I ate a full plate; possessing a ruthless taste; an illegitimate
descendant of experience- that ******* is tapping, watered down
By the chit and chatter of rain; a totem of pain, spoken in haste,
As my lips are a cigarette ember, kissing while heat reveals itself,
As a tiny echoed spark, in a pool full of fresh gasoline

I only hear the sound of peace, in a snoring dream, ha, I hardly
do try to breathe out of my nose. From not being altogether; are we
Really all together- who really knows? But only the dead, who truly
Get to see the entire world, as souls that rise, or of course those who fall
As its truly so sinister living as beings, in this world’s being.

By my life’s imposing conclusion;-
My poetry will all be an additional storyline
It’s words remembered; my memory but forgotten
Surely the beginning of someone else’s inspiration
-Of course, in the middle of their new found saga
  
     And by that, I shall be content.

While I was passaging around;-
In an acquainted car, deprived of any hint of tints
My soul felt stuck inside that glass box;
Clear as a lucid bright day, to see how fragile I am

The glass in itself;- was reflective, so picturized
Boldly showing all the ugliness written out,
By the milage in my eyes.

Tears of a bleeding knife; spoken promises from silent lips;
The language of one swaying a conversation- like their hips

I have been a victim of defeat, while snuffing up my tears;
Alongside the skeletons parading around in my closet
As a bone to pick with love, while picking up roses
Traveling through the thick of things as two lovers
Both stealing hearts- and being thick as thieves

As a moon spotlights over misery- wretchedness still,
Still under the sun we must celebrate in amnesia
Of what has passed- our past fades in time;
As its ticking clock of regret, is no longer mine

A breeze of promise echoes- searching for change
The very chances that elude the sage geckos
As we march towards another battle ground
I smile as a promise of fighting for better
Neither as a man who wears a frown

             I look above for hope’s song

This pain I speak of, it all comes in spasms
My walls crumble on themselves- gripping,
Tightening, constricting and then discharging

Oh how this life once filled me with pleasure,
A rush of excitement towards coming days
Touching the most sensitive parts of me
A pleasant pleasure of riding the little waves
In coupled desire and hunger, a peaceful
Ecstasy to my Divine

Now it has slowed down on itself
Accelerating on top of my angsts
For what was once the idyllic tingles in my toes;
Is now a feeling of anxiousness-
I have such cold feet

A pain of pleasuring in the company of pain
This is my self-inflicting prison
And its escape is maiden to me- a ******
In the penitentiary of this world’s *******

Why do I allow this world to leave holes in me?

I’m floating through space and time
one moment
I’m here.
the next,
I’m gone

fighting the voice in my head
but it’s like it has training
and I’m not prepared,
to battle and fight,
I’m out here thinking,
we’re not the same height .

loud noises,
my thoughts.
I try to control them,
to break out their knots

I want to be free,
to break out my head
I’m done quitting and running
so imma fight it instead

face my fears and
face my courage
listen to my body when it’s sending a message..

hello! are you there ???

I’m doing my best,

not that you’d care .

Coldness resides in my veins,
and no amount of heat can keep me warm
My body is craving his embrace,
to revel in the warmth of his touch

To these incoming affections, capricious
outcoming sentiments, for an escort to date;
Would I die for anything close to true love—
honestly, I’d pray I’m not too late.

Whatever civil stuff there is to oppose evil, in terms of removing an agent of evil from a position of significant power, it's nigh on ineffective. Partly because people, being ones putting all that civil stuff into practice, are corruptible. Imagine someone [further - TP (that person)] in a position of power being accused of some wrongdoing. Yes, if TP's an expendable part of a corrupt system they belong to, they may end up in prison. But what if TP isn't & has more than enough money for a bribe & connections big enough to end up with the case against them being dropped or not even initiated (in other words, untouchable)? And let's say a wrongdoing committed by TP is grave (just like a place deserved by villains such as autocrats to be put in). Such as sentencing a dissident to prison, thus making them a political prisoner, or usage of physical tortures, or even being a leader of an authoritarian regime waging an unjustified aggressive war, what's then? What are remaining options? Evil understands only the language of force & threats. And in comics, there's a type of individuals to punish such agents of evil: VIGILANTES.

Yes, vigilantes operate above the law, but they're above the law either when the rule of law is broken, or in cases when there isn't enough evidence to put a criminal into prison. And by vigilantes, I don't mean the "civil" type like the Batman bringing criminals to justice by neutralizing them unlethally so they can be handed over to law enforcement agents (though, it's worth noting that the Dark Knight strikes terror into criminals, at least into ones operating where he operates). I mean the type like Jason "Red Hood" Todd, Francis "Punisher" Castle, or V disposing of agents of evil as if they were weeds, which they are. Some may deem such individuals as criminals, if more precisely, murderers, but to me & ones like-minded, they're, first of all, society purgers. Necessary antiheroes, if you will.

It's understandable why there's no or nigh on zero such individuals in the real world. For there's little of those having nothing or nigh on nothing to lose & even less of those belonging to this type & being/willing to become expert assassins at the same time. As for professional killers present in the world, as far as I understand, most of them work for the underworld & have no or little principles. I wish there's a whole squad of those vigilantes/society purgers in the world targeting the most powerful ones among agents of authoritarian regimes & members of the underworld. For all those power-corrupted ******* understand only the language of force & threats, as it seems to me, &, as Rorschach from "Watchmen" said, evil must be punished. Of course, the problem is not that there are corrupt people committing wrongdoings, the problem is that there are corrupt ideas hosted by these or other people. But since there's no way to destroy an idea, especially in today's digitalized world, all there's that can be done is to make so that wrongdoing hosts of corrupt ideas are either stripped of power somehow, or isolated from the rest of society, if realization of either one is possible. If not, then liquidation of those hosts.

As Vladimir Makarov from "Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare III" (2023) said, the wicked prosper, they always will. The harsh reality is that this world's so terrible it could use having antiheroic vigilantes being lesser evil to fight villains being greater one. Don't get it wrong, I neither support nor mean to glorify violence. My only intention is to justify the utilization of it towards wrongdoers in positions of power, in particular, towards, as I've said, the most powerful ones among agents of authoritarian regimes & members of the underworld.
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Какой бы цивильщины ни существовало, чтоб противостоять злу, с точки зрения удаления агента зла с позиции значительной власти, она практически неэффективна. Отчасти потому что люди, будучи теми, кто практикуют всю ту цивильщину, подвержены развращению. Представьте кого-нибудь [далее - ТЧ (тот человек)] в позиции власти обвиняемым в каком-нибудь преступлении. Да, если ТЧ - расходная часть порочной системы, к коей принадлежит, он может оказаться в тюрьме. Но что, если ТЧ таковым не является и имеет более чем достаточно денег для взятки и связи достаточно серьёзные, чтоб дело против него/неё прекратилось или же и вовсе не было начато (иными словами, неприкасаемый)?
И, допустим, преступление, совершенное ТЧ - серьёзное [могила] (прямо как место, заслуженное злодеями вроде автократов). Например, приговор диссидента к тюрьме, тем самым делая его политическим заключённым, или же применение физических пыток, или же и вовсе возглавление авторитарного режима, ведущего необоснованную агрессивную войну, что тогда? Каковы оставшиеся варианты? Зло понимает лишь язык силы и угроз. И в комиксах имеется тип людей, чтобы наказывать подобных агентов зла: ВИГИЛАНТЫ.

Да, вигиланты действуют над законом, но они над законом либо тогда, когда верховенство закона сломано, или же в случаях, когда недостаточно улик, чтобы отправить преступника в тюрьму. И под вигилантами я не имею ввиду "цивильный" тип вроде Бэтмена, предающего преступников правосудию посредством нелетального обезвреживания, чтобы они могли быть переданы правоохранителям (однако, стоить отметить, что Тёмный Рыцарь вселяет ужас в преступников, во всяком случае в оперирующих там же, где и он). Я имею ввиду тип вроде Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда, Фрэнсиса "Карателя" Касла, или Ви, избавляющихся от агентов зла, как если б они были сорняками, коими они и являются. Некоторые могут считать подобных людей преступниками, если точнее, убийцами, но для меня и аналогично мыслящих людей, они есть, прежде всего, общественные чистильщики. Необходимые антигерои, если угодно.

Понятно, почему нет или же почти нет подобных людей в реальном мире. Ибо мало есть тех, кому нечего или почти нечего терять и ещё меньше относящихся к сему типу и наряду с этим являющихся/желающих стать искусными убийцами. Что же касается имеющихся в мире профессиональных убийц, насколько я понимаю, большинство из них работают на преступный мир и не имеют или же почти не имеют принципов. Хотел бы я, чтобы в мире был целый отряд тех вигилантов/общественных чистильщиков, ориентированных на наиболее влиятельных среди агентов авторитарных режимов и членов преступного мира. Ибо все те развращённые властью ублюдки понимают лишь язык силы и угроз, как мне кажется, и, как сказал Роршах из фильма "Хранители", зло должно быть наказано. Разумеется, проблема не в том, что есть порочные люди, совершающие преступления. Проблема в том, что есть порочные идеи, носимые теми или иными людьми. Но поскольку нет способа уничтожить идею, особенно в сегодняшнем цифровизированном мире, всё, что остаётся - сделать так, чтоб совершающие преступления носители порочных идей были либо лишены власти неким образом, либо изолированы от остального общества, если осуществление любого из вариантов возможно. Если же нет, то ликвидация тех носителей.

Как сказал Владимир Макаров из видеоигры "Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare III" (2023), нечестивые процветают, всегда так будет. Суровая реальность такова, что сей мир настолько ужасен, что ему не помешало бы иметь антигероических вигилантов, являющихся меньшим злом, для борьбы со злодеями, являющимися большим злом. Не поймите неправильно, я ни поддерживаю, ни хочу прославлять насилие. Моё единственное намерение - оправдать использование оного в отношении преступников в позиции власти, в частности, в отношении, как я сказал, наиболее влиятельных среди агентов авторитарных режимов и членов преступного мира.