#slop
Maybe it is worth it to **** the passions
to silence those thoughts of dreams
that may lead to captive sorrow
and drown any ideas or themes
once, of beings of will and compassion
I am taking a path I never wanted to see
a risk, a travel through the edge of an abyss
where I trust my guts but not my thoughts
Filled with doubts, I embrace that skill
the slop for those who do not know:
The new mischief of the machine
And to mischieve is to lie to one,
and to believe is to be naive
Oh, I do not think of me as a strong being
capable of holding feelings
in a heart asked to be of steel;
or worse, to steel a heart shaped
not to calculate cold but pragmatic;
scalable but performative
algorithmical nonsense:
idiomatic
translated to common tongue
that I barely find of value
There is no rejoice in alienated tokens
or linguistic borrowings; and sadly
I have collaborated in the transgression
of the maximum expression: my language
I have created words in non-human tongue
to create human-like words, but empty words
simple and without meaning words
while the world followed my creation
and forgot about the human, embracing slop
But to thrive among the endurance
and to endure during the tribulation
makes sense to those used to lit the world on fire
but not to those used to carry buckets of water
When the facts of a decaying world smash
the bones of the lightheaded dry
and face the consequences of betrayal;
there are no more tongues to lap water
or any liquid to water the dried
but tokens that once had meaning
tokens that once said and lied:
Maybe it is worth it to **** the passions
in pursuit of the progress
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:30 PM UTC
Slop
in the trough.
Poison cough.
Shattered femur.
No dreamer.
In a world of crime
It is
Time
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 4:18 PM UTC
A boy called bill grew up on a farm,
So bouncy, smelly and loud,
Mum shouted over "bill clean your plate, it won't do you any harm",
She gave him some new shoes to set him a test,
let's see if they can stay clean, please do try your very best,
Bill ran outside wearing his wellies so proud, happy and sleek,
Click
Clak
Click
Clak
Horses, cows all so fluffy and cute couldn't help but take a sneak peek,
Bill hopped, skipped and leaped so high,
he thought for a moment he could fly,
As he jumped over the fence to tend to the pigs, the wooden panel broke off,
Bill could see as he slowly fell down he was landing face first in pig trough,
When he collided there was dirt everywhere,
Poor little bill looked up surprised, he had it in his face and hair,
He opened the fence not daring to leap back to his mum, woke her from sleep,
Slip
Slop
Slip
Slop
He tapped on her shoulder smelly and brown,
His mother looked curiously and began to frown,
She said "bill I told you and what did I say?",
Bill said nothing, looked down stood in the doorway,
He slowly looked up and said "ok you were right"
And bill started cleaning his plate every night.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC