By now this Parable your Mind compels
At Arm's Point shift Targets your Heart's pursuit
Retrieve Correction; And a Soul which sells
A ****** whose Career begs his Debut
I'll leave it at that, your Frost-Fingered Friend
***** your Sphere to whose Raged Interest provide
And Ricin - the Elder's Pleading Tongue - rend
Hapless Wordings for your Sapling confide
Still, at this Level of your Tender Waves
Bring Olives made tasty for you to swallow
Just leave the Credit for your thoughts and saves
And let Inspiration plead you follow.
Put it down. Twenty Voices already cried
To carry their Lives; Of Illness has died.

There's nothing but knives,
Fears,
And flaws,
In my place,
Where I am, who I am,
Eating away from the inside out,
Acid in my tears,
Insufficient calorie,
Ricin infects our brains
Destroys where I am, who I am.

once upon a time  i raises  a son named Tyson,  he went bikin  with  his little  brother ricin, Then he saw a might Then went into the kitchen to get some rice.

Then  his Dad got  very very mad , when his son Tyson   spilled all the rice Then he rolled a dice to make everything right until it was nice.

but Then tyson  knew he couldn't do anything  before his phone started ringing.

Never have I felt true hate until you did the unforgivable
I was easy so you saw me as biddable
You were right
There was no need to fight
I tried to leave you with all my might
But I couldn't , then you hurt in ways that I can't describe
You would discard my feelings and try to make sly gibes
You thought as though I had no ears to listen
Your words were like as though I had eaten ricin
The new emotion of hate gave me a jolt of frisson
I can never be repaired you made me this way and you know it
You made me so damaged I took it out on myself , so my skin I slit
I would sneak out to meet you and walk through my house in manner quit flit
I can never take back those cold , regrettable , and horrendous nights
But maybe one day I can recover and make a wrong a right

Im trying to let you down easy
But your rolling to hard
Your Eyes made out of sand from a hour glass
Gazing into the ceiling of stars
Hoping to just catch a glimpse of who you truly are
Not your name
Or your ancestors dancing flames
Or the construct and deconstruct of your DNA
But to unravel your purpose
The reason for urges of the currents jolting in your brain
The motive for the moving left instead of right
Why your demons masqurade during the day
But parade at the peak of night
Why do you hide?
Why do you fight?
Why do you lay under a canopy of what you wish to be?
You have sight but no vision so what can you really see?
Why do you keep secrets from yourself and no one else?
You dream to be rich but malnourish your health
You pray to a god but don't know who
You find a cup of ricin enticing knowing the flavor that it brews
Why you do the things that you do?
Answers you need them
The fiends you feed them
Regrets you bleed them
Your words you bleep them
Apologies you keep them
Your flaws I see them
Clearer then prehistoric waters
Tainted with blood like the nile after the slaughters
You thought your punishment was elusive
But I caught her
Raised her as my daughter
Became both her mother her sister her brother and her father
Then released her into your world
So you can see the product of your abuse
And wear her like a neckless to choke on it like a noose

They came at me from all angles
Mortals and angels
But I’m still standing despite all the dangers
Heisenberg tried with his ricin beans
Stood toe to toe with Tyson when he was lean and mean
Knocked out Grandpa Joe when he began to sing
But now it’s time for the final battle
Gonna make the heavens rattle
I’ll **** you like cattle
Until you finally respond on God TV channel
There’s a reason you stay shrouded behind a cloud
You ain’t so proud and loud now
Your creation has crowded out anything from the natural world
So put em up, Boomer
I ain’t afraid of you
You’re just a preacher teaching doom and gloom
Behind a curtain
But I’m pretty certain
That you’d **** yourself if Toto entered the room
Oh so no response from you
Just looking on from the great beyond
All nonchalant
While the great buffoon from Amazon
Booked a flight to space with no remorse
Of course you can’t solve all of our problems
I’ll pay you some homage  
You gave us awesome knowledge
But we’re more interested in the dollar  
So as long as our wallets remain bottomless
We thoughtlessly toss toxins at the jobless
But we do solemnly swear
That we’ll do the planet a solid
Before Rome’s columns have fallen
But it’s a promise that smells like rotten *******

I am the ricin of my parents' beliefs
I am the manor house that they reap
I am the imagination they no longer seek
I am the rhythm they could never keep

Don't give me things to think
Give me things to see
Leave the unraveling of the mind
Up to my demons and me

Me love white Yankee conquerors with ****** B & ricin nerve gas
who ****** all my **** family long time ago in long-time-ago past
when it wasn't kooky to alphabetize ***** as **** A, B or **** E*


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Here rises the below into the above teasing man nuggets & eyeballs
to tear the fabric of chastity & virginity at ****** laundries in malls
Here sinks the above into the below as a **** against Niagara Falls
who hoarsely engages in horse-play with horses in their horse stalls
whereat oats, yellow corn & grain are mixed into a poison like ricin
to **** an ear-chewing ******* known as tattooed ****** Mike Tyson
who spreads on Holyfield's nig buns thicky a crunchy peanut butter
like might a **** lumber jack romancing a raunchy tree-cut brother
squirming during prison-yard love on bunch-free Shreveport clutter

I can pretend no more.  Have I lost my faith?

No.

What has happened?  Have I divorced myself from myself?

Possibly.

I have only concluded upon, perhaps confirmed upon, to be more accurate;
This bane known as religion.  

This acid that trickles still through society’s veins.
This riotous poison that massacres routinely in holy names.

I used to balk at Dawkins,
Cringe at Hitchens, and
Sneer at Sagan.  Until.  Until veils were lifted and earplugs were bored out; and I come to Understand the necessity of these and other like voices--
Their convictions.
Legitimacy.

This religion.  It wants to ride on the back of my faith,
And attempt to undermine conviction--
Oh I’m baptized!
Oh I’m good!
Oh I speak in tongues.
I’m-a going to heaven.

And I say enough.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust.
That is what we know for sure.

Strychnine.
Ricin.
Cyanide.  The three majors--all claiming God their own.
Dividing the world, stymieing potential, and spoon feeding fear.

Ashes to ashes--
Dust to dust--
What is true from here
To Earth’s molten core…

I am in divorce...

My facets of faith seeking separation;
Seeking my grand extrication,
Finding that liberation,
From the aggravating clutches of
Religion.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.

I bleed thick arterial blood profusely as fat lesbian medics leisurely
truck me to a big city V.D./A.I.D.S.-*****, public, quack hospital or
some place of some sort for some reason as old, devoted Christians
bring the pine Christmas trees in during the crucifixion of our Lord
Jesus season as it's seen that this ritual to Jehovah is 100%  pleasin'
Me love white Yankee conquerors with ****** B & ricin nerve gas
who ****** all my **** family long time ago in long-time-ago past
when it wasn't kooky to alphabetize ***** as **** A, B or **** E
Let us carry out & sally forth with de-icing an iced brake pump like
C.P.R. on ******, “Papa Adolf, for the love of Jesus God wake up!”
A warrior of 9 holy wars asks, “Who is the ****** with you fella?”
I don't know for certain but I think this *****-**** answers to Stella
as this wild Geechee ***** rat snake only babbles in coastal Gullah
These doughnuts ain't fresh! How do you know? I tasted them. And
these kitty turds ain't fresh either! How do you know that? Shut up!
Half a doughnut in to my doughnut experiment I am puking chunks
like a twinky modeling ***-pink ****** for Hungarian hunky hunks
who sail *****-ships in reverse, payin' sailors like winos pay punks
After Friday's Catholic fish-fry with our ******* dry we pray to God
a lot, to force Staples to honor the idiotic warranties that we bought
Truly, because only our richly-blue Heaven's God-on-high has ultra-
holy Biblical God's godly-god power, I seeketh graves to desecrate,
infidels to hang, virgins to de-flower, **** to fling off Eiffel's tower
The miracle of Glen Campbell? Each time I play a song by Glen Q.
Campbell my Chihuahua takes a ****. I wonder now, now that Glen
Q. Campbell has crapped out, will Chico be constipated a little bit?
5 bullets into John Lennon = big curtailment of public appearances,
hand-holding, bun-baking, Greek shipping-magnate disappearances
Hello Isabelle, my neighbor's uncle used to go to the island of Cebu
to fight in the style of Kung Fu to whip his **' ******* black & blue
To be alone & dead is sad but no sadder than a few other dead ends
that entail crappin' out among ***** who'd ripped you off as friends

Foot  Rhythm ~ Feel the rhythm of my foot as I bury it up your ***.
You **** my raunchy *** 'cause you are gay from Monday through
Thursday for a full week's pay, regardless of what you playfully say
I'm in love with 48 married women who are in love with each other
because they were co-workers in a factory mixing Jiff peanut butter
with a long-handled-wooden dingus that looked like a ship's rudder
I bleed thick arterial blood profusely as fat lesbian medics leisurely
truck me to a big city V.D./A.I.D.S.-*****, public, quack hospital or
some place of some sort for some reason as old, devoted Christians
bring the pine Christmas trees in during the crucifixion of our Lord
Jesus season as it's seen that this ritual to Jehovah is 100%  pleasin'
Me love white Yankee conquerors with ****** B & ricin nerve gas
who ****** all my **** family long time ago in long-time-ago past
when it wasn't kooky to alphabetize ***** as **** A, B or **** E
Let us carry out & sally forth with de-icing an iced brake pump like
C.P.R. on ******, “Papa Adolf, for the love of Jesus God wake up!”
A warrior of 9 holy wars asks, “Who is the ****** with you fella?”
I don't know for certain but I think this *****-**** answers to Stella
as this wild Geechee ***** rat snake only babbles in coastal Gullah
These doughnuts ain't fresh! How do you know? I tasted them. And
these kitty turds ain't fresh either! How do you know that? Shut up!
Half a doughnut in to my doughnut experiment I am puking chunks
like a twinky modeling ***-pink ****** for Hungarian hunky hunks
who sail *****-ships in reverse, payin' sailors like winos pay punks
After Friday's Catholic fish-fry with our ******* dry we pray to God
a lot, to force Staples to honor the idiotic warranties that we bought
Truly, because only our richly-blue Heaven's God-on-high has ultra-
holy Biblical God's godly-god power, I seeketh graves to desecrate,
infidels to hang, virgins to de-flower, **** to fling off Eiffel's tower
The miracle of Glen Campbell? Each time I play a song by Glen Q.
Campbell my Chihuahua takes a ****. I wonder now, now that Glen
Q. Campbell has crapped out, will Chico be constipated a little bit?
5 bullets into John Lennon = big curtailment of public appearances,
hand-holding, bun-baking, Greek shipping-magnate disappearances
Hello Isabelle, my neighbor's uncle used to go to the island of Cebu
to fight in the style of Kung Fu to whip his **' ******* black & blue
To be alone & dead is sad but no sadder than a few other dead ends
that entail crappin' out among ***** who'd ripped you off as friends
I saw a film today oh goy, Prince Jesus Christ had just won the war
by Himself, without Dad's help, Jesus extirpated Haifa's rotten core
I saw a film today oh Troy, Jewish King Jesus had just won the war
by cursing grain with white blight to despoil Judea's vast food store
I saw a film today oh joy, our Divine Messiah had just won the war
by afflicting the children with pox to exterminate Judea's rural core
so as to crush the crushing penury inflicted upon the ******-*** poor

I bleed thick arterial blood profusely as fat lesbian medics leisurely
truck me to a big city V.D./A.I.D.S.-*****, public, quack hospital or
some place of some sort for some reason as old, devoted Christians
bring the pine Christmas trees in during the crucifixion of our Lord
Jesus season as it's seen that this ritual to Jehovah is 100%  pleasin'
Me love white Yankee conquerors with ****** B & ricin nerve gas
who ****** all my **** family long time ago in long-time-ago past
when it wasn't kooky to alphabetize ***** as **** A, B or **** E
Let us carry out & sally forth with de-icing an iced brake pump like
C.P.R. on ******, “Papa Adolf, for the love of Jesus God wake up!”
A warrior of 9 holy wars asks, “Who is the ****** with you fella?”
I don't know for certain but I think this *****-**** answers to Stella
as this wild Geechee ***** rat snake only babbles in coastal Gullah
These doughnuts ain't fresh! How do you know? I tasted them. And
these kitty turds ain't fresh either! How do you know that? Shut up!
Half a doughnut in to my doughnut experiment I am puking chunks
like a twinky modeling ***-pink ****** for Hungarian hunky hunks
who sail *****-ships in reverse, payin' sailors like winos pay punks
After Friday's Catholic fish-fry with our ******* dry we pray to God
a lot, to force Staples to honor the idiotic warranties that we bought
Truly, because only our richly-blue Heaven's God-on-high has ultra-
holy Biblical God's godly-god power, I seeketh graves to desecrate,
infidels to hang, virgins to de-flower, **** to fling off Eiffel's tower
The miracle of Glen Campbell? Each time I play a song by Glen Q.
Campbell my Chihuahua takes a ****. I wonder now, now that Glen
Q. Campbell has crapped out, will Chico be constipated a little bit?
5 bullets into John Lennon = big curtailment of public appearances,
hand-holding, bun-baking, Greek shipping-magnate disappearances
Hello Isabelle, my neighbor's uncle used to go to the island of Cebu
to fight in the style of Kung Fu to whip his **' ******* black & blue
To be alone & dead is sad but no sadder than a few other dead ends
that entail crappin' out among ***** who'd ripped you off as friends