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Stephen E Yocum Jul 2017
I rolled out of bed
to start my day,
but the power was off
my all electric home,
as still as a grave.
No coffee, or toast.
The refrigerator not cold,
the freezer started dripping
the contents soon to spoil.

No computer, no cell phone service!
I began sweating profusely,
no air conditioning to cool me.
Not even a TV Emergency Broadcast Alert,
to release this uneasy feeling of topsy-turvy .

I drove into town seeking a pay phone,
with not a single one to be found,
gone the way of the dinosaurs,
extinct now too I assumed.

My old truck had no computer chips,
most cars did and were dead in their tracks.
I needed gas but the gas station pumps
electric computer driven, all DOA to boot.

The Nations electric grid had crashed,
blacked out, stone cold dead everywhere.
All heavenly satellites blacked out, expired.
Everything computer related (and
that is about everything), had ceased
to function as had the electronic reliant
world we had created.  

The street throngs of dazed people walked
around like zombies, clutching blacked out
dead computer devices, knowing not what to do.
Not even talking, forgotten I guess how to do that too.
As dependently defectively programmed as the useless
devices in their hands.

In a panic I did awake finding that
this scary dream world was indeed all fake,
a nightmare of fearful unconscious thinking.
My electric clock was still churning,
It's music alarm blaring,
birds outside still singing,
my cell phone started ringing,
it was merely another Robot call,
Welcoming me back to the 21 century.
Imagine if you can some man made device or solar flare
knocking out all the satellites in space and computers on
earth, then this nightmare is not so far-fetched.
I actually did have this unsettling dream. The possibility
of this reality does indeed exist.
Brent Kincaid Dec 2015
The children of today befoul
Their grandparents with disrespect
And nurture their own children
With television shows and neglect.
They don’t teach children to be kind
And fail to teach them not to cheat.
So they grow up morally blind
Expecting to be paid to be sweet.

These kids were raised defectively
That hits it on the nose.
When you treat them so neglectfully
That’s just the way it goes.
They grow thinking they can get
Everything they desire.
And when they fail to get their way
They set the place on fire.

Now we have generations of them
Like hogs on the living room couch
Shoving their faces greedily
Like they’re a royal grouch.
They ***** if they think someone
Is getting more than they do.
But ask them to vote differently
And they whine they don’t want to.

They never notice that they dress
Like they did as in their teens.
Football jersies, shoes untied
Baseball caps and old jeans.
They say the same old crap
They used to say, not much new
About girls, and the car they drive
And what they’d like to do.

These kids were raised defectively
That hits it on the nose.
When you treat them so neglectfully
That’s just the way it goes.
They grow thinking they can have
A life of nothing but fun.
And when they fail to get their way
They go and get a gun.

Ask them names of those people
Got elected to represent.
Most of them barely know
The name of the President.
They don’t vote, they don’t go
Even so far as the local PTA.
This is the American voter
The kind we put up with today.

These kids were raised defectively
That hits it on the nose.
When you treat them so neglectfully
That’s just the way it goes.
They grow thinking they can get
What other people own.
It’s like these losers found a way
To live in the Twilight Zone
The cranes flew and the city grew and what did I do?
put my head in the sand,
so I could no longer see the change that was happening all around me.

A land fit for heroes,city tycoons and wannabe Nero's and now't left in the stew *** for me or for you lot,
and how do you feel about that?

More money than sense and scant recompense for the builders who toil,who make the monsters that rise and eat up the soil, despoiling the land,more heads in the sand but holding out hands for that scant recompense.

Reconciling the bile in their throats with those city gent suits in their trilby's and coats and soldiering on until the earth is all gone.

A legacy indeed for them who would scramble in scrub land and grow things to feed the dysfunction of family,
what seeds we have sown,how defectively grown we've become and all for the buildings that greedily search out the sun,
somewhere up in the heights.
Leah Ward Mar 2013
I love you subtly, quietly.
I love you as I subtly sleep,
and I love you as I quietly wake.
I love you carefully, delicately.
I love you as I carefully pour my coffee,
and I love you as I delicately turn the news paper page.
I love you meticulously, cautiously.
I love you as I meticulously apply my lip stick,
and I love you as I cautiously curl my hair.
I love you quickly, routinely.
I love you as I quickly get dressed,
and I love you as I routinely drive to work.
I love you briskly, mindlessly.
I love you as I briskly file books away,
and I love you as I mindlessly write another word.

I love you normally, unusually.
I love you as I normally drive home
And I love you as I unusually stop by your place.

I love you regrettably, reluctantly.
I love you as I regrettably watch you love another woman,
and I love you as I reluctantly leave.
I love you hapzardly, accidentally.
I love you as I hapzardly bump elbows,
and I love you as I accidentally drink a little too much.
I love you defectively, selfishly.
I love you as I defectively try not to feel so lonely,
and I love you as I selfishly suduce others.
I love you terribly, awfully.
I love you as I terribly attempt not to,
and I love you like I'm supposed to, like I don't want to. Awfully.
I love you endlessly, hopelessly.
I love you as I endlessly toss and turn,
and I love you as I hopelessly lie awake.

I love you subtly, quietly.
I love you as I subtly sleep,
and I love you as I quietly wake.
The swallows that return
Are limping when they fly
The swallows that were burned
Will limp 'til they die

And when they visit me
They pluck about my eyes,
Aiming for my lips
They miss them every time

Defectively, I lost my vision
So when I feel about the world
Looking for miraculous mission
I come up almost empty-handed

My hands are full of blood instead
Punctured from the sandbox trees
That I thought were oaks of red.
It was illusion and deception

By now,

The eyes should have healed
The lips should have pecked
The hands should have grasped
Onto whatever is coming next

That, too, is an illusion, a deception
But I am too blind to know
july hearne Jul 2023
the two tall cans
horizontally lined up to each other
again

how quickly years can go by,
3,5,6,7 and so on
the more years that go by
the faster they go by

maybe it started
with a surprise, an unexpected win
and ended with a disappointed dream
a truth that just couldn't be changed

such filth in this world
such beginning of sorrows
woes of Isaiah and so on

a truth that will never be changed

defectively loved children
and stupid nasty mothers
from india

he/him/demon/jeffrey marsh
richard levine in a skirt
you feel too safe with trannys in the military
no problem with trudeau throw away canadians
diapered biden, turbaned canadian, uk and so on

third world greed
and so on
bereft and garbage scrunched,
valerie jarret really does look like an apely primate
a dead ringer

threads and more threads
rats bought for food, mouths fulls of rats and mangy *****
and a truth that can never be changed

just look at you now
mouths full of rats and mangy *****
whites are indigenous to europe
***** in the streets
third world greed and so on
just look at you then
the more years go by
the faster they go by
have you heard about the beginning of sorrows?

a good dream would be one
where mark zuckerberg and zelinsky were
hanging motionless side by side
a dead ringer
small little disgusting men approved by disgusting people
and so on.
One Mississippi
two Mississippi
three missahippie.
My sweet mama I miss a hippie though she's is completely ******* trippy.
Still the life of the party at a little past sixty.
Tonight I wished her *** was here right here with me.
I couldn't put it more simply. I hate feeling **** so **** intensely.
Incomprehensibly stupid are the people that surround.
I don't think you want to find out what's next do better don't **** around. White moise in my head the static is a deafening sound.
I chase it with clouds of smoke to ties that bind by blood I am bound deep dark thoughts so **** profound
Just merely everything i hold so dearly
I mean come the **** on now really this **** is being to get silly insincerely punished severely.
My pain is now mixed with little bits of my tranquility.
Still I'm feeling rather ****** sometimes im so glad time moves so  swiftly
whatever it is I've got coming just gimme and let me trudge on Weary. Oh my sweet sweet mama was caught up in some ******* drama and is now in county jail a possible thousand dollar bail. Into I seemingly stare.
Is anyone here right now even really there.
It doesn't matter I don't really care.
Back in my day I was the very one, from me you'd die if you had tried to run.
I am not top flight security I will not drop the **** gun. It seems like most of my life I have already been spinning with the exact actions needed when you are conspiring to be spun
against all I stood for into the  calamity automatically sprung. Words were used as ammunition while unbroken remained all of my bones the sticks and the stones really stung. The battle may be over but the war that was freshly was just waged with each sides demonic factors had been chained up and caged this war
Had just begun meanwhile back at the standpoint it was sorry Charlie you're ******* clazy
bloodshed and bodies litter the battlefield
but not even that could have ever phased me
the insane ways others often think intrigues me clearly it

The feel right now is completely irrelevant but in this room I would like to address the elephant hallucination
probably about 100 percent.
**** really even barely makes sense. Lately things have made me feel so tense
what comes next don't keep in suspense.
Head's feeling a little too dense.
I swear I only fought back on self defense
that black eye I didn't give you was no coincidence
I am claiming that ignorance is bliss the key is on that stupid **** don't place so much significance. Different places different friends different things I now intend
lower and lower it seems that I am beginning to descend with this addiction I must contend. If you asking me what I am about to do well that will depend if you and I turning in full circles like it's a new trend. I am not your foe but I am in fact a fiend my friend.
Is this some kind of superstition or is this simply a tradition.
This is just another example of the human condition
how long will it be before I break instead of just Bend.
Into the crowd I am desperately attempting to blend.
I'm sorry I really don't mean to offend
it looks like we have hit yet another dead end.
I repeat the complete insanity over and over again.
I'm just a hollowed out vessel harboring these secrets I am forced to keep.
Incomplete
I am trying to be discreet but I am seeing **** due to the lack of sleep
I am a little lost I'm  feeling rather weak I have one hell of a vindictive streak
well this is me  it is who I am  along with demons playing hide and seek now I lay me down my soul I pray to God to keep  
actions speak louder than words because talk is cheap
one day just what I have sewn I'll reap.
Through my old neighborhood slowly I creep. I
slow my roll as I roll down my old street
sporadic in my chest my heart does beat.
I think what I'm looking for is probability right out of my reach
I am unable to just accept defeat. My life is stuck on ****** repeat. Sometimes I consider being out there running with the elite.
Then into the shadows I often retreat fleeing from those moments that are at best bittersweet.
Memories that I cannot delete still my story is in set in concrete it can be anything my broken mind can conceive.
I know the  goals  I've set soon I will achieve that would actually come as a relief
I am staring at the newest version of me in total disbelief right now I don't have time to deal with this grief.  Just who the **** are you attempting to deceive.
I have nothing else up my sleeve addiction is a hell of a disease
can't someone just come and help me please the day is discouraging I prefer to just seize the night..
I know I am so **** far left I just cannot get myself right.
I try with all of my might to make sense of this gifted kind of insight. Flames in my hell don't quite burn as bright.
The voices in my head now have all gone quite
I won't grow old graceful every step of the way I have every intention to fight it.
I smoke I chief on these little green trees I pray for that sweet leaf. Offering me a little bit of a release. How could I forgotten the way my heart rate seems to increase when I start to live dangerously.
Excuse the hell out of me people they only see just what they really want to see.
I stand alone among the debris.
I just have to  live free
to me please don't pay any attention to my contributed delinquency
you have any clue on who it is I am really  supposed to be.
I give in I surender the control I have thought about relinquishing.
I myself am diminishing this project I'm nowhere near finishing
I am supposed to love myself unconditionally
but just not the case when     disbelievingly  in prayer I drop down on bent knee.
I feel like I need so one that's able to represent me.
Maybe I need someone to just reinvent me
I do all kinds of this experimentally
I try to use my resources sparingly yet I move the **** on daringly. though these dark skies I navigate wearily.
This is the story of my life apparently before I lose all my strength despairing
it probably looks like I move all so uncaring increasingly there seems to be a minor discrepancy
. It's the very definition of me trying to emerge with integrity
whole often I find myself just spinning off right out of control colder and more corrupt the older I grow
there's a hole that isn't fillable
in my dark desolate soul
that is what most people simply do not know all the secrets from all of these last years that I have been told makes me want to be like laundry just so I can fold asked no questions so lies have been sold.

They say that if you  don't ever slow down you'll never grow old
. I barely found it inside of myself to be able to hitch hike down this familiar dirt road
teeter I totter on the very brink of a psychotic episode
just give me a second let me go ahead and lock and load
  to have and to hold though the very gates of hell I have **** sure rode.
I am half *** ready to go on and explode you're **** straight if you think that I am throwed.
I slipped right back into beast mode. These big *** cracks in my moral code bodies they will easily hold when the devil made me he **** sure broke the mold I am only taking just what I think that I'm owed wish the progression could be slowed  I'm impossible to be consoled this particular street is often  heavily patrolled there have been very few times my emotions have accidentally shown.. cherished you are in the eyes of the one you actually behold. I think I am a little too exposed quite a bit I'm indisposed this isn't how I supposed this would go.  Being pulled so far down below me and the devil go blow for blow. I go where no one else can follow I wallow in my sorrow I knew that time here was only ours to barrow I am counting on there being a tomorrow Broken it's me laying here hap hazardly for a place just I wait disastrously the truth is even when Im good with all the chaos and calamity I still a walking talking catastrophe. I the job I have done unsatisfactory. Distractedly dastardly reactively to some things I feel so compassionately that to myself I think absently that you are a liability that is just part of the reality. I had a bad bad break in my mentality abnormalities help me with all these legalities that get me off on technicalities. Effectively questionable exceptionally a deception I see. I gather up my **** separately  selectively I trod on defectively I'm unable to see the situation objectively why does there seem to be so much negativity I don't want to suffer through the indignity I need a new identity can't stand the intensity cannot not hold up under the pressure yet I continue on relentlessly I suffer through the Indecently that had gotten worse as in recently halt fire increasingly. It is so hard to get through to me freezing cold I am ******* empty images the fade fleetingly I find I am indeed discontent repeatably the future I can not see fearing Indecently interfering the demons are staring at me indecent in their inhumanity somewhere between this rewritten work of fiction and a fantasy, it's something that for me is hard to fathom understandably underhandedly explicit in the lines of demented profanity. Up to my eyes I'm in elbow grease and ingenuity.  This is so unusually new to me nothing is really left
The feel right now is completely irrelevant but in this room I would like to address the elephant hallucination probably about 100 percent. **** really even barely makes sense. Lately things have made me feel so tense what comes next don't keep in suspense. Head's feeling a little too dense. I swear I only fought back on self defense that black eye I didn't give you was no coincidence I am claiming that ignorance is bliss the key is on that stupid **** don't place so much significance. Different places different friends different things I now intend lower and lower it seems that I am beginning to descend with this addiction I must contend. If you asking me what I am about to do well that will depend if you and I turning in full circles like it's a new trend. I am not your foe but I am in fact a fiend my friend. Is this some kind of superstition or is this simply a tradition. This is just another example of the human condition how long will it be before I break instead of just Bend. Into the crowd I am desperately attempting to blend. I'm sorry I really don't mean to offend it looks like we have hit yet another dead end. I repeat the complete insanity over and over again. I'm just a hollowed out vessel harboring these secrets I am forced to keep. Incomplete I am trying to be discreet but I am seeing **** due to the lack of sleep I am a little lost I'm  feeling rather weak I have one hell of a vindictive streak well this is me  it is who I am  along with demons playing hide and seek now I lay me down my soul I pray to God to keep  actions speak louder than words because talk is cheap one day just what I have sewn I'll reap. Through my old neighborhood slowly I creep. I slow my roll as I roll down my old street sporadic in my chest my heart does beat. I think what I'm looking for is probability right out of my reach I am unable to just accept defeat. My life is stuck on ****** repeat. Sometimes I consider being out there running with the elite. Then into the shadows I often retreat fleeing from those moments that are at best bittersweet. Memories that I cannot delete still my story is in set in concrete it can be anything my broken mind can conceive. I know the  goals  I've set soon I will achieve that would actually come as a relief I am staring at the newest version of me in total disbelief right now I don't have time to deal with this grief.  Just who the **** are you attempting to deceive I have nothing else up my sleeve addiction is a hell of a disease can't someone just come and help me please the day is discouraging I prefer to just seize the night. I know I am so **** far left I just cannot get myself right. I try with all of my might to make sense of this gifted kind of insight. Flames in my hell don't quite burn as bright. The voices in my head now have all gone quite I won't grow old graceful every step of the way I have every intention to fight it. I smoke I chief on these little green trees I pray for that sweet leaf. Offering me a little bit of a release. How could I forgotten the way my heart rate seems to increase when I start to live dangerously. Excuse the hell out of me people they only see just what they really want to see. I stand alone among the debris. I just have to  live free to me please don't pay any attention to my contributed delinquency you have any clue on who it is I am really  supposed to be. I give in I surender the control I have thought about relinquishing. I myself am diminishing this project I'm nowhere near finishing I am supposed to love myself unconditionally but just not the case when     disbelievingly  in prayer I drop down on bent knee. I feel like I need so one that's able to represent me. Maybe I need someone to just reinvent me I do all kinds of this experimentally I try to use my resources sparingly yet I move the **** on daringly. though these dark skies I navigate wearily. This is the story of my life apparently before I lose all my strength despairingly it probably looks like I move all so uncaring increasingly there seems to be a minor discrepancy. It's the very definition of me trying to emerge with integrity whole often I find myself just spinning off right out of control colder and more corrupt the older I grow there's a hole that isn't fillable in my dark desolate soul that is what most people simply do not know all the secrets from all of these last years that I have been told makes me want to be like laundry just so I can fold asked no questions so lies have been sold. They say that if you  don't ever slow down you'll never grow old. I barely found it inside of myself to be able to hitch hike down this familiar dirt road teeter I totter on the very brink of a psychotic episode just give me a second let me go ahead and lock and load  to have and to hold though the very gates of hell I have **** sure rode. I am half *** ready to go on and explode you're **** straight if you think that I am throwed. I slipped right back into beast mode. These big *** cracks in my moral code bodies they will easily hold when the devil made me he **** sure broke the mold I am only taking just what I think that I'm owed wish the progression could be slowed  I'm impossible to be consoled this particular street is often  heavily patrolled there have been very few times my emotions have accidentally shown.. cherished you are in the eyes of the one you actually behold. I think I am a little too exposed quite a bit I'm indisposed this isn't how I supposed this would go.  Being pulled so far down below me and the devil go blow for blow. I go where no one else can follow I wallow in my sorrow I knew that time here was only ours to barrow I am counting on there being a tomorrow Broken it's me laying here hap haphazardly for a place just I wait disastrously the truth is even when Im good with all the chaos and calamity I still a walking talking catastrophe. I the job I have done unsatisfactory. Distractedly dastardly reactively to some things I feel so compassionately that to myself I think absently that you are a liability that is just part of the reality. I had a bad bad break in my mentality abnormalities help me with all these legalities that get me off on technicalities. Effectively questionable exceptionally a deception I see. I gather up my **** separately  selectively I trod on defectively I'm unable to see the situation objectively why does there seem to be so much negativity I don't want to suffer through the indignity I need a new identity can't stand the intensity cannot not hold up under the pressure yet I continue on relentlessly I suffer through the Indecently that had gotten worse as in recently halt fire increasingly. It is so hard to get through to me freezing cold I am ******* empty images the fade fleetingly I find I am indeed discontent repeatably the future I can not see fearing Indecently interfering the demons are staring at me indecent in their inhumanity somewhere between this rewritten work of fiction and a fantasy, it's something that for me is hard to fathom understandably underhandedly explicit in the lines of demented profanity. Up to my eyes I'm in elbow grease and ingenuity.  This is so unusually new to me nothing is really left just air and opportunity sing a song out of tune off melody commit a ******* felony I admit I watch the entire scene play out only seldomly. Drastically I evacuate the building almost magically. Unfortunately I am person that is uncontrollably disturbed emotionally  unknowingly causing a
Commotion imperfectly commit a travesty another ******* tragedy violently over there balcony silently there is now a casualty. It was casually created so callously principles before personalities. I will do just what I **** well please I swallow down quite a few of those and some of these easily. I get myself ****** up pleasing to me a waste of space A space that has gone into waste now it is time to make haste because I am significantly placed  for the faceless ghosts to give chase constantly I fall far from this side of saving grace  I keep trying to save face but it's hard to keep up this quicken pace when with the memories the pain now seems to interlaced. Back to me there is nothing that can be traced steps I have placed this Just in if there is no **** evidence  there. Is no **** case
Explict
Strangerous Jul 2023
Defective products everywhere.
I stepped on one while walking
across the grass that grows like hair,
where lovers were sitting talking

about the money they’d make
by selling defective products.
Anyway, it wasn't a snake
or a squirrel or a pair of ducks

mating, it was an escalator
coming up out of the ground
from Hell, like the old dumb-waiter
in the haunted house around

the riverbend, that used to be
run up and down in the old days,
until the Yankees came and we
each dug a few graves

for the bodies that belonged to
the souls that returned to Hades
after the war. It caught my shoe
and jammed -- ****** and defectively made.
© 1991 by Jack Morris

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