If your muggy-grubby hands
Even rise to slap me again
I swear I'll chop them off with my axe.

If your fangly-boniony feet
Get within kicking distance of me,
I swear I'll tear your legs from your hips
And then admire my workmanship.

If your mangy-crazy mind
Tries to infiltrate mine
To deposit some lie
That would change the perception
Of me, myself, and i,
I swear I'll grab a spoon
And scrape, scrape, scrape
Out your brain.

If your hoity-toity attitude
Tries to usurp my solitude
To make me someone I'm not
I swear I'll be completely dispassionate
As I wipe your every iota from this
Particulate Universe.

If I so much as hear you breathe,
I swear I will squeeze
Every
Drop
Of
Air
Left in your lungs.

You think this is too violent even for me?
You'd better believe
I've been pushed to the edge
Of all logical reason
By your every act of treason
And I won't hesitate to
Incapacitate,
Excommunicate
Eradicate,
You from my life.

You'd better beware.
I'm angry and all this I'll do.
I swear.

Beyond my existence, they spoke.
Inscrutable of my mind to understand.
Within their dauntlessness, I realized;
I have been incapacitate word by word.

I felt the agony of my emotions.
I hindered my pride of being sturdy.
The depression empowered my strength.
The glint from my eyes turned into broken crystals.

The bright blue skies are now somber.
Earth's flowers and crops withered.
All the lands have fissured.
Every river had bifurcate into multiple streams.

Generally, I am known as someone strong.
I am capable with any misery.
But now, all my journals have faded blank;
Thus, I will await a new chapter.

I am going to disregard my past.
I will mold in my hands a new and better future.
I will make the skies blue and the plants alive, once again.
I will be strong.

Short-Termed Maiden of one's Friendship's expect
Then blast my Will to incapacitate
For sharing those Clouds; Though rained your affect
Were twisted to Pure Actions constipate
Just weakened I am to even advise
Why such Hallowed Plug pulled this New Sparkle
If Profile be cased and just inconcise
Ask the Author first if you be Humble
Though such Clues do bear, un-needed to Probe
If my Key was too Foreign for your Door
I suppose, like his Age, you chose that Road
Where Blokes just party and stomp on the floor.
The Korean was right; His Dance we can learn
Though never again your Trust I can earn.

Dizzy, the rush
of thoughts incapacitate
synapses firing, neurons
    throttled, a crescendo
    of dendrites branching

Experience roots
inwardly, tearing the humus
           of pregnant dreams, scratching to see
                               the blood beneath the scab.

     The greater the itch, the greater
        the disturbance of sleep,
            bound by a tangle of vines,
            deafened by the cobbling-together
                of thrushspeak, the cry of clouds
                contorting into unthinkable
                     and suggestive shapes        

   Bleary-eyed, the lost wages
   of sleep gambled away
   on a ticking clock.

Unimpressed by excess,
(gluttony doesn't strike a chord with me)
Contrarily, I forever seek more,
but rather than in quantity, I prefer in degree.  

I demand extremes.

If its hot,
I want it to blaze;
If its difficult,
I want it to incapacitate.
If its confusing,
I want it to dizzy me to the point of vomiting.
I want to shake and storm about,
and overwhelm and be overwhelmed.

I demand extremes.

Words need intent and meaning.
If they are meant to inspire,
they better make me ******* soar.
Biting words should drain the victim,
make them bleed,
instead of simply causing discomfort
or stunning momentarily.

I demand extremes.

Why say it,
when I can scream it?

Why just feel it,
when I can be consumed by it?

I  can't just idly sit by and watch my life
but rather I must fight and struggle and
lash out at it violently.
Days are long and meant to be conquered
and nights are meant to be devoured.

Why be content to just live life
when you can beat the **** out of it instead?

*Just don't be surprised when it returns the favor

smiles revealed during September,
leads to words throughout November,
and greater things come in December

now its May
and some days
it feels like I'm falling apart,
because my love can do nothing to mend your broken heart

things have a way of coming back to us
what was the name of that song by Yes?

well it's only the second sighting of you this week
wish we could sneak
back to your place,
but everyone can tell
by the look on my face,

its a Thursday

I love the buttons on your coat
and the way you can't hold your smoke
corduroys and shades of blue

driving down the road
there is a sound
but we both know, it's just the snow

just abdicate your objections
they incapacitate my affections

I don't need to ameliorate my attendance rate

I'm losing every ambition that I thought I ever had
no one even notices
no surprises, no surprises there

deja vu for you
I'm certain this future isn't true
I just can’t say adieu

War is a crime.
Use only devices that temporarily incapacitate, but never
permanently harm.
All weapons from handguns to hydrogen bombs will be destroyed.
No political borders.
Celebrate diversity.
Share all.
Each Citizen of Earth has the responsibility to treat all well.
Each Citizen of Earth has the right to be treated well by all.
Citizens of Earth will govern Earth.
There will be no president of Earth.
No substance that poisons Earth will be allowed.
Peace on Earth forever.
No laws, only Love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

The sun
The rain
The ocean
The clouds

Ferocity
Passion
Love
Thought

those beautiful things
they hurt the most

they burn, dehydrate, and blind us
they flood the land, and drown our people
they carry diseases, spread blights, batter our shores
they electrify us with their crashing waves

they ****, ******, and maim
they *******, mutilate, and ****
they break, batter, and wound
they incapacitate, wrong, and hurt us
our mind, our bodies, our souls

they are malicious
they are pain
they are life

I'm over the precipice but I don't fall
Whether by sheer will or providence, Earth doesn't yet greet me - face to face
I'm left to my own devices
I'm in a crisis

The alarms ringing in my skull incapacitate me
The fear is electrifying as my eyes shift downwards
I float briefly in my trance
Wondering shall I meet my demise at the bottom?



        What a mighty bound she takes as she leaps to the skies
        Who told her she could fly?

        The Wish, yes it's attainable
        But what is her sacrifice?

         What foolish thinking
         That she has control over what is not hers
          She will not fly yet

           How pitiful is the untimely realisation of one's futile actions
            Her gaze lowers as fear scampers across her features
             She knows her fate


Regret flies into my face; It's slender beak nips at my curled fingers
And as time awakens, the grace period goes to sleep
My glance quickly returns to whence I came
I feel the unbearable longing for a foundation that will not fail me
But alas time is up; It is about; It will act on today's victim
There is no return

What I thought was tantalizing only just previously
Now feels like a weight in my hand
My mind whirls
I cannot breathe at this height
My grip loosens;



                 Look before you leap, they say
                  Leap and ask questions later, you do
                  Miserable child, no one is up there to answer your questions
                   And when you return down here, you can no longer ask


With trembling fingers The Wish escapes
It feebly flutters to greater heights
Abandoning this doubtful creature being tossed and thrown by the wind

                      My heart weeps for you, child

I close my eyes

                       And I do not envy you your ignorance

I raise my head to the skies

                                  Never again

Never again will I-

                                   Fill your head with such lies

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.
.
.
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.  
.
.
.
I fall
                                                            ­                                              -A.M.E.N.

She Fell Into The Abyss

he takes to the tunnel of night
dark at first, but he tiptoes in
and sees the light
he follows a trail
a women's scent that arouses him
he sees her across the bar
seated by herself
hunger on her face
a wallflower
a sheep in a lea to him
weak and pull-able of wool
and he needs wool
a ball of yarn to desensitize
and spins to his satisfaction
and he needs to be sated
... especially
with this ones youth and innocence
her striking blue eyes
and sweet mouth
indifferent to him
but it's her pond of ducks that excites ... him
hidden in his pocket
is a knife of fantasy
a blade of deceit
rope of words to incapacitate
... then
he looks into her blues
as he begins making his move
sweet talking, sweet talking
her socks off
he keeps seeing the ducks in the pond
swimming faster and faster
his heart beating faster and faster
a fruit ripening before his eyes
ready to be eaten
he takes the first dagger from his pocket
two white pills and slips into her drink
laughs to himself
at least this dagger won't hurt
as he chokes on his sadism
she falls into her arms
asleep
so soft and vulnerable
unsuspecting and naive
she walks out with him in slumber
later that night
a shotgun blasts breaks the air
ducks flapping in the night
then ... silence

Logan Robertson

2/18/21

Living a life of hate
fighting impossible battles
unable to defeat it.
My hate continues to grow
nothing worse
than fearing fear itself.
Scared of the possibilities
cowered in fear
the smell of must and mildew
crisp in the air
managing life or death
caused by my own hands
never before
a battle ever won
trying to tame Jed
always wanting out
to hurt love ones
not caring for their feelings
wanting to destroy, incapacitate
especially the one named William
when will we reunite
becoming one
instead of split
for he is a part of me
a part that wants to wake
hated among men
Jedadaya
my demon
my brethren
my father
my cousin
my best friend
for without him
I would be nothing
but a figment
of the imagination.

Detached from you O' my beautiful Earth
My life is barren, has lost its mirth
You are blue and green and full of Hope
While I am grey and dark; have lost my scope

Earth o dear, you have chaos and peace
My life is cold; a perennial cease
Hell and Heaven; evil and pure
You have a cause; You have the cure
You have footsteps that leave a mark
While once in 'my blue moon' your Armstrongs embark

And as they leave, taking a piece of me
Men- all they care about is a bit of debris?
Planting their flagpole, darting a hole in my heart
Obstinate and selfish, they take pride in their art

I wonder O' Earth, if they incapacitate you too?
You offer your abundance, yet they still hurt you?
I thought I was lonely amidst the thousand twinkling stars
But my loneliness is bliss, better than your scars.
Look at you- You seem lost;
Your faith in men has been tossed.

Let me embrace you Earth, I give you my soul
Incomplete without each other- our Eclipse makes us whole!
And when in sunlit sky, you see me no more
I will wait for you my Earth, in dreams galore.

As darkness falls and you gain my sight,
Radiance of my fire breaks the delicate barriers of night
14 billion years, we have had each other-
Born from the Big Bang, our Cosmic mother

If a day shall come when we meet our end
Our eternal love shall eventually blend
Fear not O' Earth, as your youth extinguish
Watch every life on you relinquish-
Torn and Tossed into interstellar space
No days or months, but at our own pace
Where Time stands still, neither forward nor reverse-
As golden glitters of fiery dust, we shall explore our Universe.

Tanaya
20/11/20

I think about a lot when I get high. For example, I think about how pretty I think you are or how maybe I should smoke a little more cause I'm not as high as I was five minutes ago, but let's play this out just to be safe. I think about what it means to be alive and how, as bad as it sounds, can only appreciate myself in a positive way is after I smoked enough to incapacitate an elephant.

   I think about what it's like when we make love or how my nails are really short, almost bled to the stub cause I can't deal with my every day problems twenty-four-seven. I think about how I wish humans had super powers, that I could fly into the air like a falcon or pick up a car and throw it. I take a hit and then another, think about how gross **** tastes and smells but I love the after effects.

   I think about how I should get more sleep or how school makes me want to **** myself. I think about what it'd be like if dad didn't leave or if I suddenly grew wings...do you uh, think that's cool? I think about how we're all grains of sand and at any moment we could die. The Earth could catch on fire and we'd burn to embers, smoke rising.

(to be continued I'm too tired and high to finish this).

In every language this written words must be  wrecked
To indulge the pure drops of the sullen catastrophe
To feel the wounded  words coming from madness and rage
In this suffocated world, full-filled with incapacitate action
Unfavorable of all the triumphs

These men try to elicit a reaction from you,
These men demean you,
They degrade,
And humiliate you,
These men make you vulnerable,
And defenceless,
These men damage,
And incapacitate.
They will use,
And manipulate you.

So How Much of Our Brains...
Do People USE... Today... ?

I REALLY Wonder Now...
When Hearing The Sounds...
That Come From Some Mouths... ?!?

That SHOW How Much Some Brains Get STUFFED...
With Strains That Relegate And.... INCAPACITATE.... !!!!

Ways For Brains To... ELEVATE...
BEYOND What's FED By Societal Trends...
That Now Seem BENT On KEEPING Brains DEAD... !?!

HOW MUCH I Ask Do People TASK...
Their Brains To THINK BEYOND Things That BLING... ?!?

Or USING DRINK And OTHER Things...
To DAMAGE Cells Like Bullets From SHELLS... !!!!!!!!!!!!!

... These Brains AREN'T Well... !!!!!

So DON'T Excel And Seem To Be NUMB...
Because They're... NOT USED MUCH... !!!!!

Those Known As... " DUMB "...
Who'd Rather Use GUNS Than Brain Functions...
That RISE ABOVE... that kind of stuff... !!!!

So The Question is... THIS... ?!?
Do You USE Your Brain MUCH... ?!?
Or Are You ONE Who CLAIMS To THINK... !?!
But ONLY Uses It... AFTER Doing DUMB THINGS... ?!!!?

Like Making Up NOISE After You Made A Choice...
That LACKED The Poise of A Brain That VOICED...

GOOD REASON To YOU...
Which YOU... REFUSED... ?!?

These Brains Are Confused And FILLED With ISSUES... !!!!
Because Their MAIN USE... Is Being ABUSED.... !!!
By Those Who CHOOSE To Behave Like FOOLS...

When Their Brains Function...
Like The Rest of Us... ?!?

Actually They DON'T... !!!?!!!

Cos' They'd Rather Denote A... " Sinking boat "... !?!
From The Things They Quote And How They Roll... !!!

So Fellas' When It Comes To LOVE...

" Do You Use Your Brain MUCH ? "...

Or Just Act On IMPULSE For Ya **** To Get ******... !?!

And Ladies...

" Do You Use Your Brains ? "......

When It Comes To Choosing The Men You... " LAY "... !?!

Or Do You Play Men Like...
Some Kind of Board Game... ?!?

For You To... " PECULATE "... !!!
Financial GAIN When Separation REIGNS... !!!!

RELAX Girls I'm Just... SAYING... !!!

If THAT'S Why You Be... " LAYING "... ?
But LATER You Feel PAIN... !!!
Because Your Game Was FAKE...
And EVERYTHING But STRAIGHT... !!!!!

I'm Saying That YOUR BRAIN If USED In BETTER WAYS...
Could Well of... Saved You STRAIN... !!!
If You'd USED It BEFORE ACTING Like Some *****... !!!

So... Is Yours A Brain...
That COMMANDS Intellect...
But LACKS... " Common Sense "... !?!

Cos' There Are PLENTY of THEM... !!!!!

Intellectual FOOLS Who FOLLOW In Schools...
Like FISH In Pools... Or SHEEP In Pens... !!!

Where They... Contend...
With Those Who TEND To Cause Them STRESS... !!!

Cos' They SUPPLEMENT Their Mental...
With Thought Waves DETRIMENTAL... !!!
To How Their Brain... Makes Waves...

So They CANNOT Elevate Brainwaves To Cogitate...
To THINKING On A... HIGHER PLANE... !!!!!

One Where Brains............................ ESCAPE..........
That Place Where Thoughts Are... "CAGED"... !!!!!

Because of Thoughts That Make...
Weak Brainwaves Vegetate...
Into A... " Dormant State "...

To ENSURE They CAN'T Relate...
To THINKING That Is GREAT... !!!

So Are You... " The Type "...
To HARBOUR LIES Inside Your Mind... ?!?!?

But Somehow STILL Try To INSTIL...
Your Brain As... SHINING BRIGHT...

I Think That Brains Inclined...
To UTILISE LIES As Their LIfe's Guide...
Are Something Like A Computer VIRUS... !!!
There's A CON In The Air Who's Sumthin' Like CYRUS... !!!!!

A Malkovich Vision Whose Surname Was Grissom...
A ... PSYCHOTIC TYRANT ...
Whose Brain NURTURED VIOLENCE... !!!

Until He Was........... silenced.
By Less Insane Brains ASK Nicholas Cage... !!!!!!

These Days My Brain DISPLAYS An ARRAY of Wordplay...
When My Thought Waves Meet Pen With Page... !!!

While These LIARS And FAKES...
Are So Mentally DERANGED... !!!
That I Just DON'T KNOW How They Stay AFLOAT... ?!?

When They THROTTLE And CHOKE...
Their Brains Like... " Coc' "... !!!!!

A Drug That... INFLATES...
Access In Some Brains To AMAZING DISPLAYS... !!!!!!!!!!

From Screen To On Stage...
From Actors To Rappers In LIMITLESS Ways... !!!

Or So It... " SEEMS "... ???

This Piece of Poetry...
Is PARTIALLY Themed From The Movie... " LUCY "...

That Looked At This... Loosely...
In Ways That Were... GROOVY... !!!

In How it Suggests.........
Humanity Tends To Access Much LESS...
Than A HUNDRED PER CENT...
of Human BRAIN POWER As If It's A Lounger... !?!?!

Which Is Why THIS QUESTION...
Is One I'm... DISSE - CTING...

When It Comes To Love And OTHER Life Stuff...

When You REALLY Think About It................
With Thoughts That ARE NOT CLOUDED... !!!!!

When You Think About The Way...
We Humans Live... TODAY...

In Terms of Our Brain Space...
It's VOLUME And CAPACITY...
And USAGE In... HUMANITY...

BEYOND It's USE For FUN...

When It Comes To What We've ACCESSED...
and THUS How We... FUNCTION...

My Question IS.............

...... " How Much ? ".....

Gas lighting in your own current tense
Little lambs who never knew any sense
You, dressed as a progenitor sheep
professed the world around you asleep
Thought those wolf ears could hear it all
Yet they couldn't foreknow the rise and fall
Assemble your Slaves,
we have no names
Lambs to the slaughter
Constructing your bricks and morter
Bricks around an artifical wall
Here's your hostile protocol
Trim the mass,
Tip the hourglass
Incapacitate the morals of a subclass
Stubby myopic fanatic,
The family jewels are now extatic
Unfed paragons won't bring this lunacy together
Starve them out till they're light as a feather
Cooperation is not a choice
Who among us has a voice
But you cannot stand alone, short of a compulsory backbone
The weakness is your crutch
Wolves only speak in double dutch
Assemble as slaves
And don't dare misbehave
Casualties of persecution,
Succumbing to shame in dark seclusion
Feed the wolf and his blind confusion
Does that make us any less human
Genocide...
Your allusion

Did I stutter?
The frame rate of my life has refreshed
ever alert, microphones intake the silence for a hint of mutter
counting fully textured, more risen bumps, now I am fully fleshed
I pull at my eyes to disconnect and only disarm myself of aid to my sight
I cover my ears to dull a damaged sense, tethered anchors float free downstream
on a river of memories, I weakly gesture to grasp them without much fight
the pain within them feels distant, I am aware and awake to see the inner workings of a dream

There is a primal instinct of fear
you cannot know what happens here
a curtain like a guillotine exists to separate
it falls like lead showers to incapacitate
if any wandering eye should ever peek
identify and patch the barrier, no area can be weak
our minds must be ever tricked and contained
by the upkeep of this beautiful craftsmanship, ever toiled over and maintained
we speak of the maze within, the pyramid to the god, our labyrinth and prism
that once illuminated would be rejuvenated, the spirit reincarnated in its peak form
the soul alight, a warden alone now elevated and free from the confines of prison
ultimate balance achieved in a host, a process complete, now the husk keeps the data warm

Can’t comprehend the changes because they are designed to undermine comprehension
a survival instinct that will drive you mad, a failsafe to sabotage seeing clear
striving to bend an ear, only creating tension
glimpsing between patches, accepting you’re aware, but nobody will really hear
a higher sense of self is a step closer to an upload
scared to be convinced, to buy into the delusion
if this universe is nothing but a node
and this is all a cruel illusion
then people will still choose comfort over entertaining serious debate
interfacing with a topic of serious connotations, it’s not forced by the simulation
free will chooses how to handle potentially dangerous traits
and not knowing what’s real are means to have your chances scheduled for termination
a human must never question, they must accept the approved, provided stimulation
and a person must know that reality is what they make of it, so long as they are within bounds
you can’t see what you collapse at the sight of, hence the power cycle of actualization.

forgetting isn’t so bad after all
me not checking my test score cause if i don’t see it then i didn’t get that bad grade
isn’t exactly crazy
if i forget those words that imbecile described me as
oh, they’ll go away
disperse into the air
fly to someplace i’m forbidden to go to
i wouldn’t let those stupid words singe my bones
dangle in the mirror, ready to puncture me with those razor-sharp teeth
let me forget
this entire year of excruciating pain and crippling anxiety
feed it to the hungry souls in the graveyard
they will enjoy my disfavor
the ghouls can haunt that imbecile with his petty attitude and ruthless words that he thinks don’t incapacitate people
teach him a lesson in being a decent human being
he’s lucky i’m not vengeful
i don’t crave revenge, i crave to forget
to forget those years that felt like below freezing ocean waves over emaciated bodies
that stripped away comfort and shoved anguish down the throats even of entitled jerks
my brain wishes it could comprehend math and chemistry like he could
if it was that simple, i wouldn’t be worried at this point of the year when i don’t even care enough to pretend to care
let me forget that i let my friends down by talking out loud or shutting my mouth or by hesitating
i don’t wanna be the new doll placed in front of the county that i don’t belong in
those days when i went to Lake Erie and saw hot air balloons lift up into the horizon and ate sausages at some pretty hotel and then went to the beach and let the waves crash into my small figure and i’d smile because life was so easy and simple
i didn’t have to worry about failing chemistry for the year
or what ***** was gonna call me ugly when i entered that ancient building
let me forget the torment
let me forget