No one asked the glaciers
Did they like de-freeze?
Who had that much warmth left?

When was it when someone asked the oceans
How their  thirst was quenched ?
Or how they managed to gasp
As layers of greasy filth floated over their breathing pores .
The rivers  that flew to them were already dammed :
The little ants are never inquired of their tiny aching backs
Stiffened and sore.

The winds were voted popularly
As spreader of venom
And they did not know why?

From the bosoms of earth
Is ****** all verve out
In name of maternal obligations.

The Indus stained in the blood
Wails violently amidst deep gorges
For relentless rapes occurring over her watery soul
We call power stations.

running through grass as high as your calf muscles
                        you gasp for breath,
it fogs out in front of you as you pant;
its a cold night,
one where smart sensible people are indoors and covered,
                                                        huddled before fireplaces,
                                                      or cuddling up to someone.
lost in a field,
you look around,
                                          its too dark to see far but the moon is out
             because the fog is illuminant and pale everywhere you look.
there's an imposing figure,
                            you feel it getting closer,
hot breath near your right shoulder,
                            you shudder and try and **** away.
only to feel something cold.
a freezing breath on the opposite side of you,
                                                           it hugs you as you struggle.
                                 too cold,
                                 too cold you think,
                   too bitterly cold.
pushing off it your hand reaches something that bites with cold,
you pull away quickly and turn. as you turn around there's black.
you wonder where the moon went because the fog was white before.
no, now there's only black, yet glancing up you definitely see stars.
                                                                                                                       what's going on?
                                                                                                            why is this happening?
                                    you trip,
but its not the grass you trip over its nothing,
                                                   there is nothing there.
                                                                 nothing imposing.
                                                                 nothing.
                    why did you trip you wonder.
then you realize you didn't just trip you fell.
you just reached the next level.
                               something hits you hard as hot and cold figures cover you.
                                       screaming and gasping you're being burnt and frozen.
         you can struggle all you want,
but below there's only blackness,
                                    and above,
hot and cold burn you slowly.
dirt shoved in your mouth,
               gaged and held.
  there is no escaping.
        whatever it is.
it will burn your skin then freeze your heart and mind.

When I was very young, I started to develop an eating disorder.

I was a toddler. My parent's first child and I went mental when they tried to serve me vegetables.

I would discard them in the radiator and sooner than later a technician was called.

And my parent's were appalled when they realized the reason was that their child refused to eat what she was served.

This continued into early childhood.

I lived with my grandmother who I've called Grandy forever.

She made the same three dishes every week. Macaroni Pie, Rice, or Potatoes.

On the odd occasion,  I would get pizza or pasta.

Macaroni and Cheese, or something else that pleased my taste buds.

I quickly tired of this pattern and a disgust for these meals arose.

I could no longer eat them without wanting to *****.

When I was no older that four years old, my parents tried to feed me a few days or a week old alphageti. That was the first time I ever gaged on a meal.

But those moments came more often than I would like as I grew.

I filled up on chocolates and candy, slices of pepperoni so I wouldn't have to eat the **** I din't like.

This distaste of my Grandy's food turned into a fear of food itself.

I couldn't be experimental, I hated having to eat.

I wished I could just take a pill and defeat the hunger that haunted me.

For years I became anorexic. And not because I wanted too, but because for all that time food was my enemy.

When I was in daycare, I hated sweets of any kind and had never had a sip of soda. But once night when my parents were late to pick me up.

All Dee had was marshmellows and seven up.

I hated the sweet treats that would burn my teeth and the soda that would burn my tongue.

But I was young and no one cared.

I didn't allow myself to eat for several years until I ended up falling in love with a girl who cares.

But some nights when I am drunk and to lazy too cook,

I find myself in the kitchen eating an uncooked hot dog,  

and I remember where it all came from.

I still hate sweets and soda to this day.

But at least now,

I eat.

Am I moving really fast?
is everyone moving really slow?
Won't brake  I'm trying to bend
the time space continuum/
But I'm impatient
I had to give time some-time/
I was in a-maze
the search engine oblivi-on/
The abyss
Determined to confirm myhths/
When I thought I had it
I lolly gaged it/
choked on procrastination
Evoked madness/
My ideas was clamored
Tightly coiled
crazy intentions loco motive/
Meddled in my mental
steel ideas the conductor/
To link the train of thoughts
When if ever I was flustered/
I mustered all my energy
Just to catch up on/
All this ammunition
I've been schooled with/
all these definitions
In lieu of/
this vocabulary
i've been frugal with/
Let me stop
Who am I kidding
Or fooling/
I didn't write none of this,
I just googled it!!

Born in blood
Conceived by disire.
Soul is a flood,
Of hells enternal fire.

Cursed with the burden
To rid this world of its evil
The truths behind a curtain
"These acts must stay concealed"

"This is who i am
I swear I'm a good man
But these acts can not stand.
One day you'll understand."

With years of hard work,
And understanding,
A skin tight leather shirt,
And endless planning.

Stocking the sinners that don't deserve
To walk this earth
And breathe the same air
But this is none of your concern.

"God, if this is not your will please give me a sign."
And silence is my only reply so i gusse he's mine.

This is it. Its time
To lure him in
Im in his mind
But this is where the fun begins

Picking at his brain was the easy part
But this is where my work will really start.
Now i got to get him into my lare,
I know his moves, all his motives, but no one really cares.
Except me.
This was fate, it was ment to be

Now heres a monster who begs me to spare his life.
This low life ******* beats on his kids and wife,

Strapped to a table,
Wraped up, bound and gaged
Like a horse in a stable
But now i start to get mad.

"You know why your here you filthy swine, don't play coy.
Your responsible for the death of an innecent boy.
But its ok, its america and you will get your trial,
But my court room doesn't pity the life of a petifile.
Me, the jury find you guilty of all your crimes.
you are sentenced to burn in hell for the rest of time.
Have fun explaining to god why your such a bad guy,  Now look me in the eyes,  cause now its your time to die."

As i lift up my blade
Its really quite a shame,
I just got this new carpet and there's already blood stains.
But it was worth it.
To see this kind of filth leave my earth.
I don't play god but i have to get ready for work.

"I'm not a bad man, this is my lifes calling.
So be good my fellow men, just know that I'm watching."

I know the AI Age is many Seasons away,
But I only see it working in one feasible way,
Like when I'd huddle under covers for that secretive play,
Let's put our brains into a game and load your genes in the tray,

I don't need an artificial assistant, don't need computer help,
I used to tell Clippy the little paperclip to ***** himself,
I don't want some sort of cyborg to walk, talk and make noise,
I ought to just evade toys and port you to my Gameboy,

This physical reset seems a bit of a defect,
For the business that we've left, that's getting my D S-d,
A head full of regrets, forget it and de-stress,
Negative pretext like letters with P.S,

I've got a Heart of Gold but for the life of me, girl,
That's the only way that I could buy you Diamonds and Pearls,
Or I could buy you X and Y but you'd evolve beyond your chromosomes,
Hacking satellites to Track my Spirit on my mobile phone,

If your battery's draining, the Hourglass of a Phantom,
Every charger's a sanctum, I'll get to sparking at random,
So we can do it all again, fall in love and get N-gaged,
I can be the one who's pushing all your buttons for a change,

Thinking back to days I'd mumble at you and you'd grumble back,
Now you'd make me shiver as you quiver with your rumble pack,,
I can try to lie but well, I can't help the truth,
Honestly, I just want my hand held with you.

"Catch up",I said, "Catch up",
But it was he always trailing
Dragging those new shoes
Though they were sand paper
Until the toes nothing but
Dust.
Then the new top itched
Like a foreign skin
So you punctured it
Stretching and pulling
Until the zip almost
Popped.
What were you brother
So angry and gaged?
You grew up to be
An amazing parent.
Better than I.

Looking at my community,
Wondering where I could help.
Trying to break through barriers,
That has tried to maintain my invisibility.
But I refuse to play the cards I’ve been dealt.
In a rigged system that is defined by wealth.
Leaving the rest in poverty,
Struggling with trauma and mental health.

As I look at my community,
And I can see the disparity.
With a division that existed for centuries.
That slaughters and enslaves,
In the name of prosperity.
With many caged or beaten,
For speaking out against normative society.

When the community looks at me,
They only see the savagery.
An inconvenient Indian,
A unsanitary revulsion,
Or as an enemy.
But if only they took the time,
To actually know me.

Looking at my community,
While covered up in chains,
Was spit out, abandoned and gaged.
Engulfed my hope like it was a flame.
Left in a darkness of guilt and shame.
While also being scapegoated as the one to blame.

So, that is why I strive for change.
No matter the obstacles,
I will progress through all this pain.
I am not an animal,
I will not be tamed.
I am human not just a number or a name.

I will fight and support those who were just like me.
It doesn’t matter if they are allies, treaty or Metis.
I will do my best to fight for thee.
For the past does not define us,
So, let’s stand together towards justice.

Our future will be bright,
So, long as am still breathing I will never lose sight.
Like my ancestors before me who sacrificed everything for our rights,
I refuse to let their sacrifice be in vain.
I refuse to stay idle.
I refuse to stay silent.
I refuse to be a victim.
But I do choose to be victor!

Talk no more
of your 'my territory'
it has long vanished
vanquished by IT-

the self ******-in---electronically
modern man is no longer free
lost in the ubiquitous omnivorous sea
his soul mutilated by LED-

love is long-distanced --conveniently-
the Iphone is the intimate physicality
say 'I love you' as the button you click simply
this is the FT facility- costs no money!

our innate skills are dying--too quickly-
i  mis u darl,   diply i luv  u  lucy
2 day i m  n gaged in wok   2 busy
c  u  4 dinner 2 moro-- agri?