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Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2015
With manic laughter
He kills and slaughters
Reason, he doesn't need
Bloodthirst, is all he feeds

Raging, through the streets
Killing, whomever he meets
Inhumane, are his deeds
Merciless bloodthirst, he feeds

Once again the moon is covered with shade of blood
Now is his period, the one named Jason Mud
Again, he's out to ****
Quenching eternal bloodthirst, yes he will


|AB|
This prose follows the deeds of a fictional serial killer named "Jason Mud".  Whenever, there is a full moon, he's out to **** and gets his ***** job done. Follows a a b b rhyme scheme.
What heinous acts
happened in Paris
so recently
happen all over the World
(yes, with a capitol "W")
every single day
and no one ever seems to really give a single ****
until it's a "civilized nation;"
that is to say
a western nation.

Oh, please.

Lest we forget
NATO, the UN, and countless other nations or groups of people
commit far greater atrocities
on a perhaps much larger scale
perhaps much more regularly
and no one talks about it-
yet if they do, and they're of the West,
it's glorified as saving the civilized world
from injustice, tyranny, bloodthirst and corruption.

Why, then, is it okay
for the West to transgress against others
for our own political, economic or simply sadistic goals
and for others to transgress against one another
(and for the West to bet on their strife and rig the odds too)
but then when it's done unto the West,
they're unforgivable evil warmongering savages
whereas the West is just innocent?

What the ****?
Why do we in the Western cult of the World
get to be Judge, Jury, Executioner,
Press, Victim, and Beneficiary?

Sounds kinda ethnocentric to me..

Maybe these attacks
are to violently prove a point
that we are not so different or stratified or separated
as we may wish to think we are.

Maybe they're angry
we refuse to allow them to sort out their conflicts for themselves.

Maybe they're frustrated
with our domineering and permissive Western-world-centric
commodification, dehumanization, and globalized ****
of any resources, people, or land we wish to own
which is so graciously sacrificed by our sacred Mother Earth
for all and any to use-
so many of which so happen to occur
across petty and mortal geopolitical lines
drawn by fingers of Devils
in Gods' sands.

This type of ire and violence
should never be condoned
and I am deeply disturbed and ashamed
by our irksome and shameless
double standard propaganda.

All lives matter.
Period.

Regardless of
ideology or nationality.
Regardless of
***, sexuality, skin, dress, or hair.
Regardless of
language, culture, or material wealth.
Regardless of
geography, education, religion, or politics.

Besides,
I'm certain we've already spilled
at least just as much blood in retaliation.
How many of the dead would have to be innocent for us to even care?

It's a vicious cycle we Humans are pretty "good"at.
--
--
Please know that this plea is neither intended to downplay the very real pain nor to legitimize gruesome and tragically inhumane events, but simply to empathize and show solidarity with all of Humankind;
not just our fellow 'Westerners.'

We are all equally Human.
Every ******* one of us.
No exceptions.
Period.
Ever.
Period.

Our enemies are extensions of ourselves.
We must allow them to teach us.
To keep killing one another
is to perpetuate our self-inflicted purgatory
as a conscious species.

If we refuse to change,
perhaps we've earned this Hell.

Hold people accountable
for what they do to our planet
and to her life- our lives and those of everything around us:
animals (including Humans), plants, ecosystems, economies, philosophies;
no matter which side of which line they're from
or what name they go by
or what title they hold,
for the Devil's face and name must be known
beyond a shadow of a doubt
to be able to confront the Evil
and have the knowledge, courage and integrity to resist it
and in so doing transcend into Heaven.

I love you all.
Thank you for reading.
Blessings upon thy Paths.
Q Dec 2017
I've never believed you could absorb someone's energy
But I'd like to try it with you.
Open a vein, slit an artery
Drink you blood, your essence, through.

I want to crack your skull, delicately, thinly
See the wonders that brain of yours hides
I want to open your chest, rip your ribs apart
And study the workings of your insides.
This poem isn't finished now, nor will it be later. Which is a **** shame because I'm pretty sure I was going to crescendo the insane vibe I had going on and then take about 3,000,000 steps back from it.
Jacqe Booth Feb 2010
Little kitten
i would have your
purr
and bristle fur
inside of you
i'd be lion
strong
And you could scratch
and cut
and use me as your
post.
And i would drink you
up
up up
my tongue my throat
a
vestibule in time
catching and licking and suckin
and taking you in
sublime.
All fluid and raw flesh and blood
My hunger for you is feline *** canine
Bloodthirst, this urge
this roar
inside of me
for you.
Animal intent
I am your awakening,
the ache to your throb
you pulse through my veins
and i want to be taken
in your claws.

You are not submissive
and i am not Domme
but you'd melt in my paws.
Up high
Against a wall
i would carry you on my shoulders
your back against the wall
and drink and breathe and become your flesh
from within you i'd break and re-mould
and detail the design of your love
for me.

I would be your strength
embodied
a boy of flesh
of depth
of passion
of friendship
fashioned intrinsically
with love and
Oneness.

I can only be the only one.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
She tells me how much she hates when I run off like this.
I can barely hear her words, mind racing, as my hand grips the blade in my fist.

She will never understand the language of vengeance and fury.
Leaping out of the window I hit the streets in a hurry.

A conscious man would gather his thoughts and plan first.
But I'm drifting in a dream of retribution and bloodthirst.
SG Holter Nov 2015
I think I might be too tired
To be outraged.
I want to stand on my head and
Hands in front of the moon just
Clearing the horizon, and make
Myself into a peace-sign.

The only flag I wish to paste
Over my facebook profile picture
Is a huge, white one.
No more. Please.
Peace.

But all I can do is waste whispers

Underneath the raging roars of
Bloodthirst, revenge and hearts
Vocalizing the pain of their lost
Limbs.
Too tired to be angry.
Too dry to cry.

Victims. Aren't we all?
I draw November air
And exhale something like a
Prayer, as my loved ones walk to
And from work and school like
Potential bulls-eyes in the

Eyes of pure, ******* evil.
I'd cover a grenade
For any one of them. But for now
I stand against the rising moon
Like a capital "I", then
Put my dot of a heart

On the ground directly
Before me, looking
To the skies.
Furiously fatigued; a tired
Human exclamation
Mark.
SG Holter Feb 2015
We have a thousand poems for
Every one of your bombs.
With each act of bloodthirst
And slaughter, we respond with
The force of volumes on peace.

Heaven; a holier word than Hell.
One birth overshines a
Hundred deaths.
Cowards wound.
Heroes heal.

Poets create. You cause
A thousand tears with every bullet.
Well, we compose oceans of comfort
In your wake.
Our ink overpowers your lead.

We have a thousand poems
For every one of your bombs.
You are the bringers of death to
The flesh. We are the armour
Of the soul.
My sympathies to the people of Denmark after the terrorist acts this weekend.
Michael Kusi Apr 2018
Dragon-Man watched in horror as Vibrate readied her soldiers for war.
Such a force of arms was so formidable Dragon-Man had not seen before.
Suddenly Vibrate sniffed the air and said, I smell the hired gun of Dragon-Power.
Bring him to me alive so I can show him the destruction that is ours.
Dragon-Man prepared to teleport and Dialect grabbed his arm saying, We have to draw them out.
Here come with me, I can set up a perimeter and this is the best route.
They went through the forest, and Dragon-Man was holding his sore arm.
Hoping that Dialect was correct, and that his plan would prevent more harm.
Suddenly Dialect turned and said, Give me your Abyss Sword, it talks to her essence.
We can use it to send Vibrate an unforgivable and unforgettable message.
Dragon-Man stuck the Abyss Sword in the ground, and suddenly they could see through Vibrate’s eyes.
Dragon-Man was shocked at the pure evil coming from Vibrate’s life-force, she wanted only demise.

This is our last stand, Dialect murmured, and Dragon-Man urged, So we should go back to the others.
Dialect nodded and said, We must tell the Covenantial Project because he is Vibrate’s brother.
That thing has a sibling?! Dragon-Man asked in horror, They were a part of the Infinite Order
They were all in charge of the Manifest Blades, which were the Abyss, Templar, and Trifecta Swords.
Tyrus Animus reigned over all as the Chieftain Caesar of the Project Overlord.
The Covenantial Project was supposed to **** Vibrate but he failed so the Abyss Sword rejected him.
The Order broke up, because then the Covenantial Project was unworthy to fight Vibrate then.
Vibrate escaped, and Tyrus Animus told the Covenantial Project there was one way to redeem.
There must be a Federation formed with the Dragon-Power to battle Vibrate’s schemes.
Then the Abyss Sword went down to the Earth and the Dragon-Power examined its contents.
And used the Midas Template to make the Federation Weapons with their last disembodiment.
Dragon-Man was shocked, because this was the origin of the Federation.
But he dare not ask how Vibrate was related to Shark-Devil and Drozen.
Dialect took the Abyss Sword out of the ground and said, You are a part of this Order now.
Because you were not just chosen to be the Alliance Project to take Vibrate’s place, you were endowed.
So kneel before a former Faceless Tongue, and accept your incoming destiny first.
Dragon-Man accepted this sword with gratitude, knowing he would save this universe.

Vibrate angrily shook her head and said, Someone is tampering with my sight in my head.
Whoever is so insolent to use tricks to do this, I want him and his world dead.
Dragon-Man took the Abyss Sword, touched it and got back to Message and the rest.
He stood there gasping, as the Intellic Armor covered his being right through to his chest.
The Abyss Sword also transformed, and had a javelin, blade, and fireweapon capability.
It was just the sort of instrument to play Vibrate’s demise and do it readily.
Where is the Chietain Caesar, Dragon-Man asked, and Message asked, We don’t even know he exists.
But if he does we would badly need him for a fight on a godforsaken rock like this.
The Covenantial Project lowered his head, knowing he failed where Dragon-Man had prevailed.
But as a fellow member of Project Overlord, he had to help Dragon-Man in this tale.
Suddenly Dialect said, I hear something, it is the voice of evil that creeps in the shadows.
Message shouted to the Federation behind her, Brave manpeople, get ready for battle!
The Federation readied its Mechanisms for firing on who would dare invade.
The Covenantial Project and the Alliance Project each stepped forward with their blade.
The Covenantial Project wielded the Doctrinian Scythe that was ready made.
Suddenly Vibrate appeared to him in the midst and said, I was brought here by your bloodthirst.
And The Covenantial Project you cannot beat me, because you are cursed.
The Alliance Project shouted, Come down and fight us, or else hold your peace.
Vibrate walked in front of The Alliance Project and said, I have always wanted to see a Project deceased.
Suddenly her footsoldiers arrived, but they were shot down by the Federation Missiles.
Message looked grim in the face, and when Dialect raised his hand it became a crystal.
She raised the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire-Lance to cut it off, as Dialect let out a cry.
He sank to his knees and Vibrate called out, I told you that who was in my head would have to die.
The Alliance Project switched his Abyss Sword to Javelin Mode, and threw it into Vibrate’s eye.
The crystals on Dialect’s hand broke, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But the Battle of Paldon was upon them, one that they might not be able to leave.
Julian Aug 2022
Prayers 830/2022
The findrompscar of egintoch kilmarge verdure veraciloquence bemoaning with pleionosis and sharpened vesicles of the seminative enthralled belletrist of novalia conquered by fallow vestiges of revalorized conations of orchestras of mathesis girdled by the hebephrenia of ecphonesis debauched in flombricks of the macadamized pathway of alloreck demand an invictive supercherie of skelder never a pilgarlick of pisteology deturpated by delitescent romage and gadarene gadabouts of the frigoric scaramouches of ruffianized kenodoxy blaring with semaphores of megalography in the sondage of plebeian reboant rebuses of qwasthink ennobled by the noema of the noosphere glorified by roundabout circumlocution because the reiterative gabble of those who neglect the omphalos of the noosphere always reticulate false cantered pretense because of constative uncertainties always asterongue in their longiniquity from the gangues of the heapstead of the realistic tropes of surreal tropology. We geck our way from gentilian fewterers of stirpiculture and the silvics of the gammon of gamines suborning fideicide in leveraged largesse countermanding with a calenture of colposiquanomian quozian fravvel the retromorphosis of profaned lascivious fossarian debouched and crass vibronic alopecia of anatocism surging never with rhipidate deflexure in the pleonexia of the pleroma of supercalendar frimples of deskandent cloveryield only partial to nebbich fortuitism rather than the spargosis of the counterphobic rintinole of earwigs of pronounced ebriection sparking the geotaxis of high larceny dragooning with imperium in aleatory passiuncles of ideoprone thermolysis of the abyssopelagic depths of stygiophobia rancid in bromides of gnomic rancor of gnomonic kurgans of gerdoying intorgurence that brannigans walm with the weirdward ascendancy of blackguarded illation circumspect in its picaresque hues of oligochrome that the laxism of pericope will not permit the greater sacrilege and tribune of frackling flarmey whadronque mendaciloquence of the kenspeckel notoriety of operose syndicalism in the dumose formative bushwhacking license and licentiousness of the Cambristry of foutered and flictitious frankquibber neoteny, this is precisely because the counterphobes that demand the syndicalism of serfdom are always hibernating on their own outrecuidance rather than bemoaning the depths of the reversal of the minimasque because of the terminus of the diestrus of denostram. We belong, however, to an age of ergotall rhipidate ragmatical perendination by the intrepid galvanization of the tremendum of rogation sizzling in dashpot acrimony that the subsultus of engorged modernity crafts in knackish knavery the lucifuguous but lucriferous fangast flannel of fanfaronade rather than fandangled cagophilists of callisteia alone never the gezellig of belgards of bronteum can empower the chandlers to reast of bibliopolist rarissima of enervated existentialism becoming the apagoge for the minimism of doctrinaire dogmatic serfdom simultaneous to the isorropic ravenous ravellin of the ratten bewrayed swirk jaunty in spellbound subversion but always recursive in the ingemination of illecebrous forsifamiliation that the rackrent of prurience demephitises only to funnel the effluvia of squalor and squandermania into a chockablock fumiduct of erasure rather than revalorized redintegration of lypemania offered at the outrance of lythcoop in phylactic manners so that the lientery of gravid supercherie of the semese ditokous radicalism of  ravelins of symposiarch syndaysmia might become enhanced by reckoning rather than diminished by crucibles of the antithesis of ataraxia at the penultimate scribacious saxifragous liturgy of sempervirent immortelles of the remontant opportunism of malingered tropoclastics of curved naivety and synclastic realism amasthenic because of prismatic surrealism. Amen

B. The whyern of the lazaretta of oxyholotrons of ghallitosis recumbent upon tisicky sockdolagers of loimic pestilence of limosis that cravenly bends all reticulation and resofincular singularities of the promontory of gadarene genius that the refracturism of liturgicide might demigrate with the demegorics of picine elapid pigarsconce phylarchy always contramanded by cowcatcher counterphobic babeldom that roils in sublimity manufactured by arrivistes of eclat that we might marvel at the majestic gauleiter in his engastrimyth porlocking purpresture of the purview of the noxal demiurge of gelogenic denouement that fewer spanerias cornered by the pogonips of suspended hebephrenia in the waning gloaming improvidence of importunate ludibund finifugal travesty that it might find recurrence in its attempted regelation of the wamzel impetus strengthened by eumoireity and the encraty that becomes the balderdash of egintoch fortitude that they might never mammer at the picaresque librations of the selenic bromidrosis that endangers by deliberate degrees of bromidrosis of frustraneous faffle that the fangasts might use the invictive turnverein of orthotropism in gallantry belonging to the gammerstangs of hylozoism even as an outgrowth of figurative thanatousia repining on its euhemerism and decrying its normalism of nocicepty in aspheterism that the eventual acme demolishes the ragtagger wreggled freggets of popinjay ventose conceit that breems of albatross dart in zugzwang rather than expedite in eupraxia of the idiolect of the grambouncers of scopophilia enamored so much of amasthenic and synclastic reboant phonophorous lurid triumph that never a crucible of laterad denouement of the raissoneurs of genius might find any crambazzled prurience in arrogation a detest of gammadions never belonging to the proper tribance of the rengall shibboleths of people that scowl in delitescent objurgation renowned for sublime rendavation that fewer may alienavesce by graklongeur and that more jongleurs of festive callithumpian imperseverant temerity might jow the tachymetry of the noosphere to the pinnacle of civilized eudaemonism never curtailed by the ballicatter of killcows blackguarding their own grapnels of possessive intorgurence and faineant psychosophy that all might denounce the rindstretch of alloreck because of ineradicable estoppage as the deturpation of the placomania and dacoitage of lewd larceny and never provident tribunes of humane orthotropism in orthobiosis. Amen

C. The raisonneur of pleionosis in the pleroma of refocillated recalcitrance emboldened into jaunty statures of refrain in the fescennine quarters of cartography bedizened by majestic megalography that simpers in the wangermist of junctition never a frackling seraglio of denatured ravellin in the skerries of skeumorph can contradict with the eupraxia rather than the dystocia of primiparas of a rhipidate fashion of patibulary treony diminutive in its trillom of flarium regarded never as faffle but always as fanfaronade that the smartest ideoprone nebbich pataphysics of modernity might quarrel with collieshangies of rapid repute opining because of quidlibertarian opiniasters of ophiuran bolides of meteoric whyern that they might all stagger davering away from the dwale of the blemished steganography of dengonin that the otarine aspergillum of ghoulish mandriarchs against an omphalism only tendentious with the full warble of tachymetry of falsehood rather than perdurable in the pasilaly of patience percutient in its force of rancor and acrimony that the ultrageous outrage always meets the favor of the tribunes of certainty rather than the delirifacient qualms of quacksalvers of martexture in the wrathcheque wartle of the renegade alone rather than the audacity of jongleurs to sway the real silviculture of sertivine and herculean geotechnics always transcendent rather than regelated only for the reflationary illusions of the revet and chaffer of broches of sanctified purpresture never the peaceful ponkoss of the pleckigger of the condign allotment. We stagger through the motatory mobilism of the diutiurnal demephitised dephlogisticated refocillation that renounces the frottage of ******* in all septuagint referendum of popular renown rather than gaumless numquids of rhizogenic rhabdomania in this heyday of providence rather than the naysayers who become the quilombo questmongers of irreption only because of the radicolous typhlophilia that scrounges pestilence and in scurrilous internecine balkanization of the avenue of truth and the highways of deceitful and disreputable phanerolagnia that they might always see the malison of the malism of the azimuth and avizandum of tziganology in shibboleth rather than in the rapidfire patibulary renown of the bowdlerized margaric and maricolous denouement of the tributaries of sempirvirence never in luxury but always in chiminage. Amen

D. Rhadbomania of the rhombos of tauricide ennobles the chiliarchy into the sederunt lancination of privilege becoming the crotaline demeanor of raffish runagate rampicks of ramellose radiciform bloviation that owes its coherence never to the  crucible of the epigones that boast in the steganography of wravvel but always evade their corporate responsibility to the anemocracy of never an anneabil gezellig of only the goliardy of dementia but that they always sustain an opiniaster flargent and deskandent impavid resofincular destination as the terminus of their finitism of consideration. May we always absolve the finicky albatross rather than the flocking jackals braying in the winterkill of subterfuge that they might with the magomancy of dragonnade rather than the imperium of honest cadence may their blarney and bletherskate impudence become to them a greater curse than the blessings of the avizandum of only a chrestomathic but outnumbered foe of the realism of a scandent scaramouch demisang of portreeves of hatred fomenting all spumid spindrifts and snirtles of disdain that they might bemoan their own intorgurence of refractory putanism as they scrimshank themselves only on meteoric pride rather than honest recidivism back into the heyday of truth rather than the matroclinic lies of bluestocking matriarchs of mandarism and omphalism contempered into raches that lack the oxyblepsia of ratomorphism ennobled rather than deturpated by both slaughter and laughter. Amen

E. Raffish runagates that enervate themselves of any oxyacaesthesia that they might belong to the demephitised bowery of their own supercilious provincial randan that the ranarian liposuction of their travesty becomes apparent in the kenspeckel of belletrist aimed against their magpiety of mafficking magomancies of false pretense rather than the sockdolagers of majestic genarchs above their littoral swank and alluvions of combustible antebellum swasivious larceny of the common forum against the lyceum of the promethean that by definition becomes radicalized by the rhipidate martexture of their profound deceit. We might never forsifamiliate or defiliate ourselves from nuclear truths rather than raffish lies of ruffianized vandalism of sacerdotalism and the triumphs of rogation above the pother of their outmantled owleries of recidivism in bloodthirst and graft. We might always overhaile without a hint of isorropic irony or the patibulary dudmans of the dringles of dwizzened wonderworks overwrought by rainshod oppression by the gullywashers of modernized tarnish hermalloping the best truths with sempervirent fictions that gadarene gadabouts prance with frantling and pavonine debellation that never provokes capitulation but only a talionic clarigation of the wartle of deceit disguised as the meteoric triumph of the hypertrophy of the hyperborean and thereby selenic invictive force of promethean millitasters emboldened into combat but never rescinded into a Miss Congeniality pageantry that shroffs by incorrect baragnosis of brassage a radical impotence rather than a plenipotentiary pantagamy of pantoglots that surf the alluvion rather than become infumated by the insolation of vesuviated hatred only countermanded by counterclock ratiocination always hobbled by the spancules of ridicule. Time is the behest of eternal alveolate synergies rather than the turgid muck of the jabberwocky of sublime elitism that is often parodied by the peenge of the thole of tauricide roaring in the winds of paravented elitism that scaramouches of skelder and the consequences of their impudence in only schadenfreude of perendination might they meet a whadronque end at the terminus of their own wrathcheque in their estrapade of the interrex rather than the eupraxia of their common objective in objectivism that finally regards with supreme truth the elements of neovitalism that buoy rhizogenic and seminal seminules of hylozoism combined with ratomorphism that we might all be astounded when the roostery outmantles the owlery because of the oxyacaesthesia that only the gubbertushed crapehangers disown in their minimifidian minimism against dogmatic lurches of triumph against the headlong deceit of hamshackled commitments of the spargosis of the colporteurs of only the most plebeian considerations rather than the most promethean samizdats that survive because the biognosy of bionomics is tautochronous to the fascinations of a newfangled isonomy between the bibliopolist of rarissima and the henchmen of the politicide of the polyacoustic babeldom of conclamation that tries desperately to cadge and roodge through diestrus the selachostomous sondage of the clastic mereology of love beyond any trivialized notions of macadamized macarism or worse the opportunism of the portreeve gauleiters of vandalized schadenfreude disregarding the ****** of a gamboling frescade with the hypaethral heavens bequeathing the glebes of plebania with a pleroma rather than a pleonexia. The pasilaly of consequentialism in the reference of doxography that might never faint by the cordial resofincular dimensions of  corrugated wizened and dwizzened dringles of pataphysical naivety that is an objurgation of negativism rather than an elevated triumph of the aqueducts of the irrigation of all novantique by the paragons of lolloping swank in the proper pleckigger notarized by the plackiques of the semaphores of the ennobled wrepolis never craven in its eustress that finally the fangasts of temerity rather than the harridans of the bloodthirst corruption of the boweries of graft eviscerated by the providence of the esquivalience of naivety that they might understand the synclastic relativism of our times magnifies the mesmerism of the siderism finally stellized enough to outmantle the pothers of fumatorium and erase the frinterans of spendthrift pismirism from the hallowed sacrarium of the modern liturgy rather than the archaeolatry of the bethels of lewd tradition empowered by footloose philandering and venal venereal valetudinarianism that itches to foreclose on every mortgaged contract of family that they might be defiliated by the timmynoggies of sin rather than redacted by the greater good of the enosimania of those that find findrouement neither a rubricality nor a qualm but rather the axiomatic fulfillment of the toil of graklongeur never feckless in its ascendancy against the tidal destruction of selenocentric arrogance of ludibund nescience that frolics only in the carapace of naive novantique rather than the egestuous realization that the crapehangers of shibboleth are useless because the apikoros are defiled by their flargent disbelief rather than ennobled by their fidelity to the agapism of a favored century over the declension of the fatalism of finifugal aghast and rantipole negations of the malaise of only the malapert reconnaissance of the scepsis of dubiety rather than the optimistic omphalism of synclastic and amasthenic centuples of redintegrated happenstance becoming peremptory novelty in the novantique of the proper pleckigger of reverence in the paravent against the umbrageous sabotage of the listless in liturgy and the intorgurent disdain of liberticide. May God reckon upon the Earth a newer triumph that never in sheepish bleats davers in periblebsis because of predatory galvanization of instinct and the worst shibboleths of the pilgarlick pigsconce of blatteroons of nescience in their firm commitment to hylicism that can easily find apagoge never only in the aphemia of aphnology of the anacusic irrecusable enmity of those that despise halidom because of the groundling fascination with only volcanic lavondeurs rather than the narthex of lavaderos that scavenge all florilegium for the tombstone of truth and the resurrection of the lively anacampserote of the optimistic escape of those persecuted by estoppage and redstrall into the frontier of harmony and the syndicalism of centripetal serendipity. Amen
I'm in a dangerous state of mind
Still feeling the cluster of pain inside me
I continue to feel the empty
Stripped down to my bare essentials;
I can't tell you what I have left

It's still hard to breathe
The weight on my lungs forever lingering
And I can't help but to revert back to my old ways
The bloodthirst is making its precense known
Yet again

Why do the good memories fade
While the bad ones become more profound
Overwhelming me with such intense hurt,
riddled with anxiety
I can't cope
It seeps its way through, right down to the bone
It has entirely consumed me
Why won't it let go,
Of its chokehold around my neck
This pain
Is asphyxiating
Me
Rolloroberson Oct 2020
Harsh geographical tongues,
Set up against the asphalt gleaming in the bright light,
The A Crowd betwixt and between- efforting that cool knowing stance to cover the fear reeked knee **** bloodthirst their inadequacy always spawned.
The B Crowd simpers aghast at what unconscious desires to adopt the life husk of burned out hucksters has wrought.
The sentimental inspector dutifully tweaks the scales so we all have a tighter grasp on true value.
Postscript: Lord grant me the grace to disguise the portentous notions that I am anything other than what I pretend to be...


[Rolloroberson copyright 2020]
A flood of information late in the night
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2020
at a hospitalier's request...
i heard...

   'ask them to drink a little...
or at least gradually...
alone... absolutely alone...
come night and at least
an hour before setting of
for the land of nod...
before their grand imitation
of death with sleep...
ask them to drink a little...
anything except beer...
wine or ms. amber...
             ask them...
  to drink alone...
  and tell them: would you
please be inclined
to listen to templar chants?
le chant des templiers -
organum marcel peres - harmonia mundi:
salve regina...
          da pacem domine...
                nunc dimittis...
ask them to drink a little...
to drink alone... and listen
to these chants of the templars...'

i have been here before: dear hospitalier...
i have... i have seen
diamonds be fathomed
in waterfalls -
i have been here: gnashing my teeth
with an agony from the aesthetic!
i was here: tortured by beauty,
once...

  'i've been here, prior! teuton!
i've seen what aesthetic blows
can be dealt on the hearts of man!
i've seen men weep from
the agony of beauty!'

ask them: implored the hospitalier
to listen to the chant of
the templars...
ask them to sit aside: alone...
ease their hearts with a little bit
of liquid-fire...
baptise them thus...
ask them to take this sacrament...
let these new men
be baptised by wedding themselves
to the tears they will about to
shed...

baptise them with all the ingenious
beauty of song!
tempt them into this agony
of beauty...
no Bach no Beethoven...
forget all the polyphonic composition
complexity of classical music:
to the bellowing guts
of angus dei...

        i don't want intelligent music:
i want music that replicates
the herded animal: for the chant of the choir!
excuse me worship for
the fox calls of the night:
in england one cannot find
wolves - only dogs barking...

at a hospitalier's request:
'weren't the templar the more vicious
adamants of faith -
a cross became a sword...
yet after a slaughter: they would repent
with song...
to feed a contradiction that
came with a completeness of
heart...'

te deum patern ingeniturn -
  i can't stall the teutons from singing!
the teutons must sing!
these black cross cladding
over a whitened reservoir of following
yet uncovered details...

ease their hearts: strain them against
such ferocity of beauty...
let me find a grain of universal
truth in all of this...
and share it among all the reigning
particulars...
detail some excursion
into mathematical schematics
of "explanation":

the universal fraction / percentage
the universal is... only...
0.00000001%...
the particular is 99.0000009...
to solve the socratic mystery
of consolidating universals
with particulars:

concerning myself with genes:
by the time i might have
joyed myself with grandchildren:
i would have been diluted to...
a quarter...

             please ask them to
reflect on a: my self...
rather than be so agitated and prompt
boundless with
a compounded of nervy-
reflexive myself...

      give them an hour
to concern themselves with conjunctions...
give them the scissors of
atheism: notably in english
the only dimension this explanation
works in...
a- (indefinite)
                   and -the- (definite) -
an -ism is an -ism is an -ism...
is perhaps a variation of shorthand
explanations: as any decency of
an -ology...

indefinitely but most assured: definitely
this lingering phantom
of a tongue that had to remain
in talk and was never allowed
to sing...

       the hospitalier implored once
more:
'the same can be achieved
with muhammad's adhan...
                            but what if muhammad
himself was... tone deaf?
it does little to the reality
of the french caricatures:
yet another beheading...
             some elsewhere like france
has become...
this masochistic statue of glass...
this ice forge that salt is thrown at!
please let them listen to the templar
chants... ask the men first...
let the women disguise themselves
into the experience...
but tell them...
there is only your heart
upon entry... and there's only
your heart upon leaving!'

and i have been accused of
sociopathy and psychopathy...
   lies have dwarf-esque legs to sprint on...
2007: my descent...
it has been oh so... coincidental...
i have a testimony of Abel...
the earth doesn't cry out for me:
i'm still laughing upon it...
it's so impossibly just to have
not disturbed a finger of evil
that always points with accusation
at its own tongue...

i'm a big boy now: i can allow
myself metaphors of evil
i can allow myself metaphors of good...
i want these templar chants
to be aesthetic torture chambers...
i want men to be baptised by
the tears they shed...
expecting results...
oh of course... if they don't cry
having drunk enough...
then...

           clearly: the latin men wouldn't
require their letters to have names...
an A would never become an alpha -
a connotation of association with
male...
king alpha prince beta - B -
the latin men didn't conjure names
for their letters... at best... syllable
constructs for their consonants...
or vowel-catching sighs and laughter
reliefs for the vowels...

Bee would never be most certainly
beta...
               Oh would not become
omicron...
                that the greeks gave names
to their letters:
why is it that they are the most
scientifically "biased" people of this world...
Es: or sigma - a sum of:
which is why they sing such
godawful songs!

the castrato assembly of
the nuanced teutons!
would i be lucky to be stolen from
this future in a choir...
and forced into... deeds...
that can be agglomerated
when celebrating the defeat
of the mongols at the hands
of the mamluks...
or who the turkish janissaries were...

immediately slaves...
immediately converts:
easily pawned zealots!

- what a kind expression:
i clutter... my smile... with teeth...
then again...
if i am supposedly smiling:
would i require the use of teeth...
if i'm therefore employing the use
of teeth:
i'm not exactly smiling:
i'm pouting with an off-putting
grimace...
and by showing my teeth...
i am "unconsciously"
attempting to sharpen them
with instigating both fear
or paranoia...

     i have wed myself to the tears...
i have left nothing to hsve
to make it conumate upon stressing
this aesthetic torture...

augure of either sigh or the forlorn...
with my tears i wed myself
to the lakes and the rivers...
beside spite:
from an authenticity basis:
i was made lacklustre i was made
hindered...
if i were merely trampled on:
tampered with:
that i feel more than i think
i might have been egregiously taken
advantage of...
it's oh so...
    synchronised...
as if an Abel: but this new-Abel
would not die from a wounding
of a stabbing sensation:
if would require covert
murderous mechanisms...
an ingenuity of chemical employment...

let the world rot to appease the bloodthirst
of the demiurge...
i will only serve to laugh...
as laugh i did:
so many years prior...
come! share my universal attention
to detail!
let the teuton sing!
let this borrowed Cassidy sing his
shoes and suede off!

how they would
untie the feet of bogus bodies
of chinese pump-out
machines...
toe-tied this naked night
from afar....
this naked stark horror...
cut them at every available limbs!
gauge their eyes out!
cut their tongues out!
leave them womb-esque
most pristine!
that's all that was ever required
of them!
they dare not prance around:
peacocking...
when the subtle man
is being circumcised...

and they can... toy with
a lottery of... flesh; edible...
how i impersonate...
this quest fetish for...
i'll celebrate eating
a chicken...
by succking out the marrow
in the bone...
i will... celebrate the crunch
of cartilage...
           i will feast on the tender-bits
of liver and heart...
i will swear allegiance
to a handful of poultry hearts to
best remind myself:
what lifting a volume of
chickens would have to feel like:
heaving them...

guess i just spoiled a "poem":
there i was also looking for... a rhyme...
to also look for geometric antics...
yes...
it has come to my attention
to be clumsy enough...
i too would have liked
to have spent the better part
of my yet to be: envisioned
life in buenos cyres...

if i were more than the name
prescribed unto me:
i were more darius than matteo...
if i were a xerxes and
athena was my bride...
i like questioning being
given a name:
with such hightened expectation...

      conrad of masovia...
it's like it was necessarily to be...
humming a belief in:
china ≠ tibet ≠ mongolia

kind augur: in china they give noun status
to their syllables...
since they don't own concept for
either vowel or consonant...
"concept": what a grand branding
need...
the beijing squints from lemon
sherbert are... shy for giving:

no... there's is no vowel:
there's the consonant "proper":
ka                                                            cha-se and che-st...
ke                                                chew
ku                                         chi
ki                                     cho
ko...           and there's

herr: fat-bang-****
when black rice powder made peoples
explode...
such generic life
and holding on...
the mediocre ambitions that
would never pierce the ambition claimants...
as having a heughtening
impetus of / for elevated strategy...
in beijing:
it's so necessary to have as many people
without heaving ambition...
as is necessary to have
a Lenchenstein and have so few...
arrogantly prized antagonists...
there have to be status quo converts
and bravado
architects of same...

i'm wondering: how will "they" ever...
multiply us to their assured
presence of number...
and weaken us intellectually
to fraction out a count of the celebrated
counter count of 1..

we must be so impossibly to conquer...
when herded: herded...
yet when not...
so biased against...
the already persisting antagonism
of a chinese "concept" of "individualism"
to borrow from...
well... basically... ****-all to do with!
Yo my rap flow leave lines chalked like ****** marked hunt like a hawk could make a ant bark from the spark
Of my thought mind brought into the universe make words hurts through every verse always first bloodthirst
More than Vampire eatin' flesh is my desire through the bars of fire suckas retire life expire
Once I set the destination enter into the abomination leaving situations
******' like the United Nations slashin' bodies like Jason double dimensions tastin' from the axe bladin'
Ya whole anatomy who badder then me? It's the lyrical leatherface keep the sickles laced
In blood then wide the crud off
Cuz of ya brain residue fallin' off back to the loft
Beat the ***** til my **** soft rough and rugged **** it sip hennessey and blunts forever pullin' stunts make hataz jump
Around from the gun sounds they love to clown leavin' ya to drown
On ya esophagus cuz I'm quick to bust throw ya body in cracked sarcophagus

I rock grey skulls sippin' red bulls keep blades unda the wools packin' tools to fools who don't know the rules
Check ya boundaries or see the cemetery critics worry while I bury more threes than Curry my guns in flurry but never hurry
Deaths takes a slow toll as ya roll up **** creek and ya body starts to reek sleep
Say goodnight to the mic killed ya might
Non could fight the ***' an no biting nice with the writing brain cells fighting hyping
Me up to some wicked **** reigned from the pits of holy Grail though I sail
On mystery waves make tracks untraceable like Bermuda hit the Buddha flows to boost tha
Energy rhymes Kennedy head shot with no red dot carefully planned plots
Jesuit keep it hot with the Glocks that rock
Harder than tapes of Elvis breakin' pelvis
Hang with my spiritual elders shelter
My caged thoughts from moon lights stalked
Over my sunshine darkness verses light
Wickedness verses right zoomin' for sight
Upclose and personal we got me ammo than the Panthers Sixties so glow feel my heat beaming soon to be steaming
Julian Apr 2023
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WE WANDER WITH THE WAMZELS OF WOODSHEDDING VERDERERS WHO EARN CERBERIC MERIT FROM AS EARLY A SYCOMANCY AS A WAR GAMES VENTANA THAT PREFIGURED GLEBES SERENADE THE AVALANCHE OF TURNVEREIN SURFEIT OF BANGTAIL ECONOMIES OF SPOKESHAVE SPODOMANCY THAT WE CANNOT CALCULATE THE LIMOSIS OF LIMNETIC LOSS IN THE DULOCRACY OF TIMES OF HEYDAY AND BRIMSTONE FEWTERERS THE HAUNT OF JACKALS AND THE BRONTEUM OF THE VENTRAD AND VENTRILABRAL OLIVASTERS OF VEES AND MOUNTENANCE BECAUSE SWASHBUCKLING  SHALLOP IS AN INDENTURED LANGUOR BEYOND THE CARAPACE AND TESTUDO OF FLICKERING ALPENGLOW SUNRISES ON THE DESOLATE PLAINS OF THE NOVANTIQUE BEYOND THE BUTTRESS BECAUSE OF THE ROORBACKS OF SEDERUNT SCUTTLEBUTT OFTEN THE RAFFISH  APLOMB OF VAMPIRES CAROUSING UNDER PRETENSE FOR BLOODTHIRST WITH PRETEXTS OF WIDDERSHANCY BECOMING THE CIPPUSTURE OF THE CHAMOISES AMONG THE GREAT COBALTIFEROUS CABRILLAS THAT USES THE SAGINATED SURETYSHIPS OF JORDAN STOKEHOLDS AMONG CASEMATES IN THE PRODROMES OF WAR AND BELLICOSE STRIFE OF CONTRAPLEX TAMARAWS BELONGING TO THE LIONIZATION OF THE APIKOROS FASHIONS OF THOSE THAT FORESAW WITH THE GREATEST TENACITY OF CAREWORN WORMCASTS OFTEN SEEN AS HERETICAL AMONG ESBAT OLIMS BUT THEIR HEYDAY IS RECONVENED BECAUSE NO LONGER IS  THE BETHEL IGNORANT OF THE CHARADES OF POTEMKIN SQUALOR ABAFT ON THE TURTLEBACK TAFFRAIL THAT ALL DESTINY UNFOLDS WITH PRESTIDIGITATION THAT OUTNUMBERS THE ENUMERATED LEGERDEMAIN WITH ITS PLASTIC PROTEAN SERVITUDE TO ICEBERK ICEBLINKS OF VERGLAS THE EMOLUMENT TO THE PAST HAMARCHIES RESIDUAL TO HACHURE BECAUSE THE AISLINGS OF ONEIROMANCIES ONCE BELLOWING AND BELLIPOTENT EVEN IN ANTEBELLUM CARNAGE THAT THE CARTHAGIAN MOORGANIZATION OF THE MOST PROMETHEAN OF FATIDICAL HEROES THAT COBBLED FROM EMOTIVISM IN AN AGE OF SPHECOID SPHENOGRAMS AN ANZACTILE MOBILIZATION OF AN URBANE SPREE AND SPRINT TOWARDS THE ENTELECHY OF THE AUTOGNOSIS AGAINST NEUTROSOPHY THAT WE MIGHT EASILY DEBUNK THE URCHINS OF WEGOTISM BECAUSE THEY STRAIN THE BARNSTORM OF PETTIEST WASES OF WAPENTAKE DESIGNED TO ENTOMB THE GRIDLOCK OF MANUFACTURED POLLARCHIES OF WEIGHT MEASURED ONLY BY A PRETENDED BARAGNOSIS ENFORCING THE SWARF OF THE BOSCHVELDT THAT EVENTUALLY IN THE TIMEPIECE OF FORESIGHT HINDSIGHT ITSELF DISCOVERS THE GREAT NOMOGENY OF ITS CLEVER BYWORDS AGAINST BACKPIECES OF CARDIOGNOST CARDIMELECH TITRATIONS OF WRATH ARMORIES OF RANCOR IN SUNBITTERN SUMPTERS ALWAYS BROOKED WITH ARRAIGNMENT RATHER THAN THE SURFEIT OF A POLISHED OLIGOPSONY BECAUSE THE STANGS OF THE STANNARY ARE BANKROLLING JESUITICAL JANSKY TO PROVIDE THE PATHWAY TO CIVILIZED SALVATION AGAINST POLTROONS OF ******* HARBORED BY THE CREDENDA OF DISRESPECTFUL MACROBIAN DECEIT AUTHORED BY THE CONTRARY ELEMENTS OF CAMARILLAS DEPOSED BY DEMUR. THERE IS GREAT TIMOCRATIC VALOR IN HETERODOXY WHICH BORROWS FROM BAHUVHRI AGAINST THE STUNTS OF CAGOULES OF YERNAGE AND CATAMOUNTS OF DIATRIBES OF SHIBBOLETH DESTRUCTION BECAUSE OF CAFARDS OF BIFIDS THAT EXIST AS MARTINGALES AS ENTOMBED SILENCE GRIPS THE LAND SUCH THAT THE CACHALOTS ARE ALWAYS MOTATORY IN CONVERSE DIRECTIONS TO HEED THE INFORMANTS OF TIME THAT ASTOUNDED FEATS OF FENESTRAL RELEGATION BECOMING A HABITUE OF THE MOST PROFOUND SPURTS OF BULGURS OF TRAULISM IN THE FACE OF PROMINENCE AND EMINENCE FRONT LIONIZATIONS BECAUSE THE BALDRIC AUTHORITY OF NAZES WHO ARE MURENGERS THAT ARE BLACKGUARDED GUARDIANS OF COUNTERCULTURAL OPHILIOPHILISTS THAT OFTEN CAVORTED WITH THE AUTARKY OF KALIMKARI THAT A WORLD SEDIGITATED BY RACKRENT COACERVATION IS A COAMING MENACE OF PICAROONS THAT ARISE FROM MERIT RATHER THAN ABDERVINE CONTUSIONS ON BLISTERED NIDOR OF NIDAMENTAL NIDDERING NANCIFUL RECKLESS WAYSPAYING MULIEBRITY COAUTHORED BY PLOUGHSHARES OF BLUEPETERS BECAUSE THE NEW TORCHIERS OF ANGLOPHONIC COUVEUSES THE GONFALONIER OF SOTERIOLOGY AMONG THE HIDEBOUND YET PRIVY VOGUE OF A GYRATING ECONOMETRICAL SCALING EVENT THAT HERALDS THE SUBTEXT OF ALL CONFORMED PECCADILLOS OF IDIOSYNCRASY AND REVILES THEIR BACKPIECES BECAUSE THE CORTEGES OF THE OLIGARCHY OFTEN SCRIDE OVER SCRIVELLOS BECAUSE OF CHRYSELEPHANTINE GAMBOLING VESTIGIAL HARBINGERS OF ALL SPAWNED ENTROPIES AT ONCE DISCARDED BY WREPOLIS AND WRIKPOND AS CALCARIFEROUS RANCID BLENCH AND BLAGUE BECAUSE OF PROMINENT BONTBOKS OF ENTHYMEME DESPERATELY BEING PUSHFUL WITH ADVANCED CYBERNETIC VITIATION THROUGH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE BECAUSE OF HALLOWED HARPOONING GRAMPUS BECAUSE OF NEKTONS ENABLED BY DUGONG MARTYRS OF PRAXINOSCOPES FAR AND WIDE TO DISENGAGE THE PSAMMOPHILE FROM DISCHARGED DUTY AT HIS OWN BEHEST AND THE FLUID DYNAMICS OF TURBINATED TUBIFACIENT ICEBLINKS REGISTERED BY THE SEDERUNT OF SYBOTIC WORMCASTS ALL CONVEYING THE SUBSTANDARD SUBTERNATURAL SATURNALIA OF UNHINGED DECADENCE PROFESSING A CRETACEOUS SERVITUDE TO AN EXTINCT BRAND OF SCIENCE BECAUSE OF CONFEDERATE GNOTOBIOLOGY BECAUSE OF MODERN FIGURATIVE GEITONOGAMY THAT FIELDS ASTRAY THE JOLLYBOAT OF THE VANGUARD THAT IT MIGHT FETCH THE DOOMSTERS OF HAVENED COMBUSTION AGAINST TRICOTEES OF SCORIA WIDELY ENAMORED OF THE DISSIPATION OF SPHACELATION TO INFORM THE WORLD OF ITS DUTIFUL SERVITUDE TO HONOR BRITSKAS RATHER THAN DISDAIN VENDETTA HEROISM. WE IN BLINKERED HUBRIS BECAUSE OF INGLUVIES OF ILASTICAL WEIGHT FOR THE HYPAETHRAL LYTHCOOPS THAT ASTOUND THE SIDEREAL ELEMENTS OF THE HAMARCHY THAT PATIENTLY ABIDED BY THE STRICTEST OF SECRECY TO UPHOLD A NEW WORLD VISIONARY POTAMOLOGY THAT SERVES JAWHOLES WITH THEIR SUBPOENAS THAT THEIR CARDIOGNOST CELERITY IN MOBILIZING THE POPULAR RANCOR OF SIMPLE PRETEXTS ENTANGLED BY COMPLEX THERMODYNAMICS OF MALAISE THAT WE MIGHT EXPEL KILLCROP BODEWASH INTO THE BARTONS OF JARVEY RATHER THAN ELEVATED INTO JASPERATED VESICLES OF JESUITICAL CULTURAL TERRORISM AUTHORED BY DESPERATION EVEN WITHSTANDING VAPULATION TO CONVEY THE CONTRARIAN MESSAGE TO THE WIDEST SPECTACLE OF BYRE EVER WITNESSED BY THE PLUMAGE OF THE PEN NOR THE ARCHITECTURE OF ARCHITECTONIC SERVITUDE. WE MUST INFORM THE SYBARITES KNOWLEDGEABLE ABOUT MASCON GEOCARPY AND ALL OF THE INTERRAMIFICATIONS OF INTERSTELLAR DEBUTANTES THAT REVILE THEMSELVES INTO CATERCORNERED ATTEMPTS TO THE BALUSTRADE OF THEIR OWN SURMOUNTED EGOISM THAT EVENTUALLY THEIR BANGTAIL OSTENTATIONS GLORIFYING THE DEBUNKED FULGURANT BRONTEUMS OF RHIZOGENIC INSTRUMENTALISM OF CRIME FINESSED BY SPECTER AND ENFORCED BY THE VENDETTAS AGAINST PROPER SOTERIOLOGY THAT THEY ARE IN FACT IN DELUSION ABOUT HOW THE CORTEGES OF VENTRAD MUGIENCE OPERATE IN THE WROTH OF ATTINGENT CONTRITION BECAUSE WHEN WE TITRATE ATTEMPERED PHENOMENA OF IDIORHYTHMIC AND THERMOLABILE POIKILOTHERMIC ELEMENTS THAT GOVERN THE SABOTAGE OF MANY UPSTART TITANISMS THAT THEY MIGHT SIDLE AGAINST THEIR OWN CALCULUS TO SOCKDOLAGER BECAUSE THEIR EFFETE AND EFFUSIVE NEUTROSOPHY IS AN ANGLED ENTRYISM TRYING TO INTERPOLATE NEW WORLD FICTIONS TO FIX THE NIDOR AND CASUALTY OF PAST TORMENTS AND TEMPESTS OF CRUCIBLE TRIBULATIONS SUCH THAT A MODERN ESBAT IS BORNE AMONG REMIGATE OLIMS THAT SUSPEND DISBELIEF IN ORDER TO INGEMINATE SERVITUDE TO DEFEAT THE SONDAGE OF SELCOUTH SECODONT BODACHES WITH THE GREATEST PENALTY OF SENICIDE BECAUSE THEY ARE SWARTHY WITH THE DARKLED RANCOR OF FENNECS THAT THEY DESPISE BECAUSE OF SALIVATING SOVENANCE IN ESPIRITS OF CONTRITION. IN WARTORN REVANCHE THAT EMBATTLES THE SWIFT DEMOBILIZATION OF DEMASSIFIED ECONOMIES TO DISARRAY THE SCHWERPUNKT OF SARANGOUSTY BECAUSE THE ELAPID DISTRACTIONS OF MALAXAGE SEETHING IN TOOTHLESS DENTICLES TRYING TO COVERTLY ASSUEFY ENTIRE REGIONS TO THE NOMOTHETIC NORMALCY OF PERVERSE IDEOLOGIES BECAUSE OF RAMPANT SOURCES OF JAWHOLE OCREATED SWAMP MARSHES THAT SWARF WITH SWARPOLLOCK TO BENIGHT ENTIRE GENERATIONS OF THEIR DUTIFUL PREROGATIVES BY PROSCRIBING IN THE STRICTEST TERMS OF CREDENCE AND COVENANT THAT INSUBORDINATION MUST BE PUNISHED WITH THE STEEPEST CULVERTAGE EVEN AMONG THE MOST VENOMOUS AND POWERFUL ELEMENTS OF STANNARIES OF BULSE AND PROFUSE VENOSTASIS BECAUSE THE HARBINGERS OF TOMORROW ARE DESIGNED TO SCARECROW THE PAST INTO ZUGZWANG BY AN ECONOMY OF QUANTUPLICITY OF GAME THEORY DYNAMICS SUCH THAT FEWER PEOPLE WAGE GIGANTOMACHY AND THE PILLORY IS ENGORGED WITH THE FASHIONS OF FLAMFOO VINTAGE SERICULTURE TO DISMOUNT AND DISCOURAGE MANY A PERSON TO SEEK RECOURSE IN SUBLIMATED PSYCHOGONY RESULTING IN A PANMIXIA ENTRAPMENT AGAINST ACCOLENT PANTAGAMY BECAUSE WE RESORT TO OUR BASEST INSTINCTS IN THE TWILIGHT GLOAM OF THE PARLANCE VERDURE OF ESCULENT DISCOVERIES PREAUTHORED BY COACERVATION OFTEN WITH SYNTHETIC RHEOTAXIS TO ENTOMB THE WAPENTAKE IN A CONVERSE STATURE TO THE BETTER ANGELS OF OUR NATURE. NOW A GAMMERSTANG DELIVERANCE THAT SEEKS THE MAXIMALISM OF ONCOSTMAN OF COMPROMISE THAT THEY MIGHT BE ENTHUSED BY A WORLD LESS “*** IN THE CITY”ADMIXED WITH “BIG BANG THEORY”AND MORE A SOCIETY OF “MASKED DANCER”AGITPROP THAT CONGEALS A HOMONORMATIVE MESSAGE THAT IS DEFICIENT AND DEFUNCT BECAUSE SOME AND MANY IRONCLAD WARSHIPS ARE MARTYRS TOWARDS A DECADENCE OFTEN FORESEEN THAT NOW REMAINS HOBBLED BECAUSE THE DISAGIO OF A DISTRACTED WORLD OF BOWERIES SEEDING MALCONTENT MIGHT BE EFFERVESCENT IN A NEUTRALIZED DIRECTION RATHER THAN FATHERING A NEW WORLD SOLIDARITY TOWARDS NUCLEOTIDES OF NEPIONIC LORE THAT SOLVES CLIMATE CHANGE AND SYLLABATIM PROVIDES RECOURSES FOR THE BALDERDASH AUTHORED BY MANY HOBBLEDEHOY CULTURES OF STULTIFIED SUTLERS IN SECTILE REGRESS RATHER THAN AGENTIC PROGRESS OF GLOWERING LOVE BECOMING CENTRIPETAL RATHER THAN A CALCIFUGE OF SHANTUNG BECAUSE OF STOCKINETTE DIVERSIONS. THE KEY TO THE FUTURE IS TO ANALYZE WITH THE GREATEST PATIENCE AND THE MOST EXPANSIVE SCOPE THE NEUTROSOPHY OF THE AVERAGE CAMPUS AND THE ATHENAEUMS THAT RAISE NEW WORLD LEADERS TO THINK THE INDEPENDENT THOUGHT AND TO ENTERTAIN THE SOLFERINOS WITHOUT TRITANOPIA OR PROTANOPIA BECAUSE WE BELONG TO AN AGE WHERE THE FACTUAL IS FRACTIOUS AND THE MYTH SUSTAINS A BREVITY OF COMPUNCTION THAT IS THE RAILLERY FOR MANY DERAILMENTS THAT ENTHUSE THE SPECTACLE BUT DEPRIVE THE LIBERATION WE SEEK IN PUBLIC INSTITUTIONS OF ORTHOTOMY AND ORTHOTROPISM IN ORTHOBIOSIS BECAUSE OF GEOTECHNIC OPTIMIZATION THAT GOVERNS A HOLLYWOOD SYSTEM THAT REFRAINS FROM THE PALLOR OF NEBBICH GORE AND EXTINCT PREROGATIVES OF CINEASTES WORKING FOR NUBILE GRAFT AND CARNIFICINE CORRUPTION BECAUSE OF MURAGE AND WOKISM MURENGERS WHO GUARD ZEALOUSLY THEIR CULTURAL IMPRINT FOR IMPRIMATUR. LET US AUTHOR A NEW AGE THAT IS CONSCIENTIOUS OF IDIOSYNCRASY IN ACADEMIA AND WORKS AROUND THE HEDGES TO THAT EXCHEQUER OF ASCERTAINED BELIEFS THAT THE TOTEMS OF SCIENCE BENEATH US PREVENT A BARYEICOIA OF REITERATIVE AGITPROP OF BACKPIECES NOTARIZING A FICTITIOUS WORLDVIEW THAT BLARES IN DEFIANCE OF THE FACTS BECAUSE OF SUBORNED AGENDAS OF THE WEIGHAGE OF THE STEVEDORES THAT MANUFACTURE OUTRAGE TO MOBILIZE POLITICAL BARNSTORMS THAT EVOLVE INTO GROSS TEMPESTS RATHER THAN REFORMED MOVEMENTS THAT CONSERVE THE MOMENTUM OF TRUTH IN AN INEXORABLE MARCH FORWARD TOWARDS THE LIBERATION OF THE BAHUVHRI IN THE HEYDAY OF ORIGINAL THOUGHT ANCHORED IN REALISM EVEN WITH SURREAL MAGNIFICATIONS OF ITS MOST MESMERIZING QUALITIES BECAUSE THE FUTURE DESERVES AN ACCOUNTABILITY IN THE SOCIAL SCIENCES ON A GLOBAL SCALE THAT UNDERSTANDS POTAMOLOGY AND IMBREVIATES THE STOKEHOLDS OF JAWHOLES SO THEY SUSTAIN IMPETUS AND INSTRUMENTALISM TOWARDS PRODUCTIVE GROWTH RATHER THAN RANCID BLENCHES OF REGRESS UPON CAPITOL HILL.
Aditya Roy Feb 2019
Washington had never seen a grin
On an American face
Till now
It had war written all over it
But, the battle had just begun
The trees had dropped dead
In the icy breeze
Catching a glimpse of the water
In the icy calm of Delaware...

Preface
Hessians and Brits
Were in their rightful wits
They were jostling for another win
After losing New York


For Washington, it meant the ****
"Victory or Death" so it seemed

The American Plan
Historians say we were 3000 troops short
But, I say we were 2400 brave men up
The crossing of the Delaware River
Became the manoeuvre of the 18th century

December 26, 1776
The whistling of winds amidst wailing bloodied soldiers
The fury of gunfire ripping the chests of a hundred Hessians
The command of American advancement with 2400 troops
All led to cover taken behind the Trenton houses
By the British stooges

The End Of Hessian Troops
Germans had become notorious for drinking
And by now
Their senses had yielded
And the night had redacted their bloodthirst
One must say,
Warriors glance and prospect
Winners celebrate and revel
Americans were about to
Descend unto sudden death without suspicion or suspect
However, with sudden death comes everlasting glory

For example, a battle of belligerence depicted by Emanuel Leutze in "Washington Crossing The Delaware"
That was the Battle of Trenton, my friends at Hello Poetry
Inspired by the Baroque works of Arianna
"If it's baroque, don't fix it."
David R May 2021
the cackle of the cattle
fed with lies and hey
as they rally for the battle
though they know they'll rue the day

as they charge with bloodshot eye
fill the skies with bloodthirst cry
as they take to roads to plunder
as they pound the earth with thunder

blind to reason, cries of treason
they fill the air with every season
flaming fire as burning summer
winter's ice-grip of deathly slumber

crimson autumn, blood that's spilt
unearthly swords unleashed from hilt
bullets' mort-patter as spring rainfall
as lions 'n tigers plunge to maul

unified with colours gaudy
united in their intent
unified as one body
following their unnatural bent

eyes fixated, baited breath
saturated venom'd death
unrelenting genocide
heedless to fratricide

as cold instrument o' callous ******
hypnotised by call of herder
exhilarated as they hear
six more corpses added to bier

as the cackle of the jackal
screaming war-cries of the night
as they rally for the battle
as they rally for the fight
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
khwampa Oct 2020
My money is
burnt over the edges
Like a tender togetherness
on the soil of boredom

I like having
conversations about
the last solar eclipse
and broken jet planes
Fighter planes
not repaired properly

I like to
know more of
what happened yesterday

I regret waiting
for the tomorrow

But
it will eventually come

Come like a
summersault over
a franchise of well established
educational institutions

And break like a
fragrance under a bloodthirst.

I know of you
And you just know a
part of me
But how will you convince
of not knowing what I still don't know about me?
Someday Jun 2023
You call, but the only answer is death -
Dripping from my fingers is the blood
You so badly wish I would shed.
You stand above me, towering,
Looking down at the mistake you made,
Then demand it tear another wound open,
For your bloodthirst can never be clenched.
How could it be when your calling is pain
And your mistake is too great to live and let live
And it has just the nails and just the skin
To tear into itself with unwavering guilt
And it knows all the reasons it has to die,
So eager it shall be to do so.

Even porcelain cannot break itself,
So you take into your own hands my fate
And you force my nails back into my wounds
So they may never truly heal.
You wish I would die to my own bloodied hands
So you don't have to wait until I bleed out,
But I beg for mercy to other gods
And leniently they provide it.
It's unfair for this wretched soul
To be allowed the air it wastes
When so many more worthy of it die -
It shall suffer for their loss in full.

Let my blood mark every moment
I suffer for all I've committed by being
Human - imperfect, flawed, inconsistent,
A birth of rights and wrongs alike.
May my wounds never heal to atone
For the sin of breathing the same poisoned air
All who live and die on this planet
Breathe, without exception, from sinner to saint.
May I be burned for seeking clarity,
May I be torn apart for wishing for peace,
May my every step lead further down the abyss
For wanting to be allowed my own thoughts.

If I die, will you be happy? Will that be enough?
Will that fulfill my side of the contract I never signed?
Is there anything that could ever be enough for you?
Can I ever be in enough pain for you to be satisfied?
How could I be when I continue to breathe
Despite your clear efforts in stopping me -
How could I rest as long as I'm alive
When every second I'm polluting this earth?

You glare unwaveringly as I shake with sobs -
I deserve the pain, I deserve the tears, I deserve it all,
I deserve for my thoughts to never quiet again,
I deserve to die and I deserve to suffer,
I deserve no mercy and I deserve no rest,
I don't get to have anything to make it hurt less.
Everything matters but what can be good,
Everyone matters who wants me dead -
He cannot heal me for fleeting moments
If you don't allow him to matter.
None of his words can be confirmation
If none of them are heard -
Not for a moment may I believe
Any part of me is forgiven.

I hope when I die, you suffer with me.
I hope in my last moment you feel panic.
I hope when I die, you feel my joy
Before you disappear at last to the abyss.
I hope when I die, it's only him on my mind,
I hope he holds me and tells me it's alright,
I hope I fall asleep in his arms my last time,
I hope he forgives me for letting go.
Written; 2023.jun.8., jun.11., jun.22., jun.23.

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