"manchurian" poems
The gently satanic rhythms
The blindly naked attempt to engage
In perverse fornication
••
(She was in perfect sync
With her helplessness)
----
She was prepared
She had her razor blade
She had her poetry
(All the persuasive indications
Of a totally correct insanity)
••
None could accuse her
Of not being under the deepest MIND CONTROL
----
She was no rebel!
Just the wounded LOVER as required
••
She passed the AUDITION!
She had won the PART!
----
And with the drugs never felt a thing!
••
In the future!
The glorious future!
TOTAL RELEASE OF RAGE!
••
a SUICIDE BOMBER?
A MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE?
who knows!!
(She'd be ready)
•••
She walked up to naked Billy Bob
And fell to her knees!
••
••
••
The gently satanic rhythms
The sense of GRACE
The razor blade
The poetry
Everything at last in place
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
be the cigarette that lets the Manchurian
candidate wear your socks to a job interview
because his are all piled in the corner of his
bedroom like a group of dead Kennedy's... bad
thought will never take you home again. the
good is found beyond your comfort zone, so
ride the waves, captain cherokee! *and when
the invisible hand of graduality cleaves you
from my marrow, there is nothing but the irk
of a waterfall beyond my cheek-bone, dripping
from the red corners of his chapped lips,
bleeding in the autumnal creek of Octoberish
winterfreeze*
the poem ended where it did, as my inspiration
faded into caffeine insanity and the cipralex kept
me MDMA'd to the glowing grave.
beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful ! ! !
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
and quite dully dutifully
the mk-ultra manchurian candidate brain-washed children
enter the "MIND OF THE WORLD!"
matzel-tov!
matzel-tov!
sing sing sing and play naked in the school yard
fantacies of fame and money and glamourously vile freedom from all responsibility being peddled as the amerikkan dream
or
you can (can) can wake up and go free but its dangerous around here
in the mk-ultra homeland security world we have allowed to fester and swarm here while we were busy watching the manchurian candidate brain-washed under-aged children dance naked before us so psuedo-seductively
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
Brother Andrew
spreads the page
of the book bound
with his hug palm.
I take in
the chill
in the large room;
he towering,
smiles
his Manchurian smile.
It were way
room were laid
in cell
that brought me in,
this monastery,
he says.
The page edges
were of blue and red.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
my head is cloudy I need alcohol,
why am I not drunk,
beware of spyware when the
entire network is composed of spyware
the internet runs on spyware
I should be drunk
mothers I'm too lazy to go out to the liquor store; picking upp & dating anorexic girls outside of TJ Maxx telling them how good they look
I don't need it going for a walk in the park;
those girls are in their graves along w/ those days that bad but it would be tasty right about now
the cache of naked Jennifer Lawrence photos was leaked deliberately to turn men off the naked female body
that was right before #MeToo basically said women
aren't **** anymore
oh, those days are gone
we have crossed our Victorian thesh
hold where what was once is no more
bikinis are embarrassing mmm breeding
Manchurian Candidates
the concept of cyberwars is stupid : how to wage psychological propaganda
superimposed on weak ******* pictures new prophets have been born oh, yeh, I need some hot jazzz
where there s none, Chet Bake r
ought to do me; working on a computer, computers, not programming code
just trying to get decent literature
out of a complex espionage machine that turns the most brilliant poet into a hack; I can see Faulkner & Dostoyevsky trying to use a computer & defenestrating
it like Galileo;
although I think Tolstoy & Shakespeare would
get the hang of it pretty easily;
imagine Socrates using a Mac..
it's like making love to a girl w/ Down
Syndrome , which may not sound bad but
computers are no smarter than the Magic Markers we used to
write on walls before facebook came along; sartorially & in every other way
Mark Zuckerberg
isn't smarter than a Magic Marker;
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
O MY MANCHURIAN , O MY MOMOSE
U AR LIKE MY CHILLI POTATO’S
WHENEVER I SEE UR EYES,
I FALL IN THEM
BECAUSE THEY AR LIKE BIG CRAMP
FOR SOME U R MANCHURIAN,
FOR SOME U R CHAUMIN
BUT FOR US
U R OUR HACKKA NOODLES
DAYS STARTS , DAYS ENDS,
AND I AM UR YAKINUKO FAN
WHENEVER I WAS ILL,
U GAVE ME PILL ,
AND ALL LIKE UR WALKING SKILL
AND LAST I SAY
CHING – CHAUNG , CHINE - CHAUNG CHOO CHOO!!!!!!!!!
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
_____
(•)
<•> <•>
/-
~,
He saw his dream and the people were dead
He knew he saw true
••
Naked and Enchained they were
Could not survive their own lies
Nor their perceived ugliness !
__•__
-////-
666
-- :: --
In full worship of demonic powers
This they were !
Murdering their own kids
Oh yes ! Yes they did !
////
:::::
•
Can't believe a word they say !
Makes ya sick ta know they're there
Genitals bloated by child abuse
••
Do not read their poetry !
It's designed to **** your soul
••
****** eyes that want to see
You writhing in what they call
THE JOY OF PAIN ! ! ! ! !
- - • - -
::::
666
//
Writhe with Miley Cyrus
On DVD
brain-washed minion of the Elite
MK ULTRA MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE
at the sight of true love programmed to ****
And to **** all those who try -- to heal
••
How many of the Poets here are even real ?
How many just computer generated fools and thieves
••
Here we are
It's all on the LINE
Choose pure Life or choose to Die
••
As you choose so it will Be
••
As you choose as you choose
This the last choice you will make
(666)
---
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
the bright red dragon fan
pops open wide
in the discipline mind of
the Tai Chi master
deliberate movement
dwell in his
Manchurian eyes
a thousand
incandescent blues eyes of
the peacock's tail
being displayed
through the
flutter of the
red dragon fan
master's body
swaying back and forth
leaning from side-to-side
as the ocean tides
as we witness
the sacred dance of
the red dragon fan
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
OO OO
//// • ||
<>
####
somebody
gotta say somethin
sometime !
•• ••
Across the winter day
Another stormy sky
another homeless boy
over and over again
////
The gun the girl the lie
The death the painful agony
We walk both here and there
But never in Between
.////.
Flesh turned to Machine
Forget that we 're alive
•••
•••
•••
Hey hey hey
What do you say
We **** like MANCHURIAN CANDIDATES !!
•
Make love like ***** KINGS & QUEENS
••
••
The winter day
BUT YES! THE SUN
the stormy sky
BUT YOU ARE HERE !
:///:
( over and over and over )
One thing to say
YOU ARE HERE !
YOU ARE HERE !
YOU ARE HERE !
( or should I say :
ARE YOU HERE ?
:::::: ::::::
In this wintery day
The DAUGHTERS AND THE SONS
emerge from their shadows
And the storm is over
Emerge from their shadows
And the world's begun
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
the proven might of the gilded wit
one invalidated their invalidation's
leavings numpties with eggs on their faces
vomiting delusions of laughable posturings
reduced to those nodding heads on dashboards
plastic toys nodding in irrelevant nodding action
just doing for the sake of doing to appear relevant
puppets in revolution calling strings binding them power
Blue blood's simple living joke toys, engaging in self flagellation
sanity begs answers why expend such time effort money on nothing
yes, its because sterling greatness makes you feel so inconsequential
their spin has been made to engulf them and their stupidity exposed
their invalidation's has been invalidated leaving them anachronistic
a pathetic gaggle of nodding heads doing for doing sake
eggs on their faces, eggs on their faces, eggs on their pale faces
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
.
( she was a real girl )
)(
A SONG BY
the 4 girls
::::::::::
In the homeless camp by the river bank
We watch them die
( it's a natural thing )
)(
She was taking her ***** for a walk in the park
Hoping someone might cram something into it
And tell her
I LOVE YOU !
//
She was a MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE
and
I LOVE YOU
Was the trigger phrase that would render her unto
A *** object slave of the speaker of these words
)(
But then she met a real girl
)(
And she knew it was all a lie
But it was a
SAFE
Lie
It was a
STERILE
Lie
•
•
She just loved to hear
I LOVE YOU
::
and she was the hormone infested torn rag doll
drug along till thrown in the dumpster
In the alleyway
.
( which is really where she longed to be
IT WAS
HOME ! )
)(
( it was just something she did )
;;
But the visions of the REAL GIRL
kept haunting her
•
So she really became a poet
And followed her own deepest thoughts
Unto the heart if the hills
Where there was said to be a road
That lead to freedom
And so she went there
.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC