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I still don't sleep well at night sometimes. I miss you, whoever you are, or maybe I just miss having someone close to me I can put all of this love into, an outlet for my affection. Whatever the case, I spend my waking moments wondering where you are and my moments asleep wondering when. It's honestly getting harder to tell the difference between the two, the two infinite worlds of possibility where wild, unexpected things happen. Or don't. Sometimes the reality is more interesting than the dream.

There's a certain sense of tranquil quiet when you're lonely that I can only appreciate for about 5 minutes before my heart grips against its iron bars, looking for a key or a file or a spoon to leap its way out of my chest to freedom and adventure. It writes Morse code letters on skipped heartbeats to you, but I am a miserable translator and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my past, for all the wrongs I've committed in the nebulous black leviathan night, the almost-nightmare state of bleariness and hypnotic suggestibility. Clarity only comes when you spirit your marble curved likeness in the warm wooded embrace I do so long for in waking life.

I ramble and you float away, O kind angel of faint hope, white stone wings beating tremendously in sync like the buzzer of an alarm clock, striking me asleep again for daylight, somnambulating across the barren black-tar desert in search of water and finding only more black sand.

The nights have become more torturous without your colorless gaze. Please get here soon so I can tell you about how I've known you all my life.

With fondest regards,
Christian
akr Apr 2013
Now that the proper instruments are arranged
his time of inscription nears.

He reads from the last page, backwards there
to find the beginning.

Whisking away the presumptions of page one
as mere suggestibility;

to read as the author reads is mission.
Why follow the staged footprints?

The book that neatly folds light between fine feathers
keeps out of sight what he wants,

headlong to reverse truth north, find relativity false  
to find the blazing word for "now."
akr May 2015
Now that the proper instruments are arranged
his time of inscription nears.

He reads from the last page, backwards there
to find the beginning.

Whisking away the presumptions of page one
as mere suggestibility;

to read as the author reads is mission.
Why follow the staged footprints?

The book that neatly folds light between fine feathers
keeps out of sight what he wants,

headlong to reverse truth north, find relativity false  
to find the blazing word for "now."
Sept 26, 2011
alex e Sep 2014
I still don't sleep well at night sometimes. I miss you, whoever you are, or maybe I just miss having someone close to me I can put all of this love into, an outlet for my affection. Whatever the case, I spend my waking moments wondering where you are and my moments asleep wondering when. It's honestly getting harder to tell the difference between the two, the two infinite worlds of possibility where wild, unexpected things happen. Or don't. Sometimes the reality is more interesting than the dream.

There's a certain sense of tranquil quiet when you're lonely that I can only appreciate for about 5 minutes before my heart grips against its iron bars, looking for a key or a file or a spoon to leap its way out of my chest to freedom and adventure. It writes Morse code letters on skipped heartbeats to you, but I am a miserable translator and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my past, for all the wrongs I've committed in the nebulous black leviathan night, the almost-nightmare state of bleariness and hypnotic suggestibility. Clarity only comes when you spirit your marble curved likeness in the warm wooded embrace I do so long for in waking life.

I ramble and you float away, O kind angel of faint hope, white stone wings beating tremendously in sync like the buzzer of an alarm clock, striking me asleep again for daylight, somnambulating across the barren black-tar desert in search of water and finding only more black sand.

The nights have become more torturous without your colorless gaze. Please get here soon so I can tell you about how I've known you all my life.

With fondest regards,
Alex
Yenson Aug 2021
Indoctrination by suggestibility

the panacea of superficial living

all semblance no substance pervades

feed us our homogenised elixir of air

lead us to the promised land of Neverland

where we open our eyes to dream and laugh in tears

we see to do and do as seen and believe as told to believe

measured brains for limited capacity solaced in placebo distractions

herd in and gather for your ritual humiliation and see power in your

navels

would your leaders lie to you
Tremors and Terrors

“The way people tremble shows what kind of state they live in.”
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec


A brutal quake — for fascist states:
“Obey, or vanish into Night!”
A nervous shake — in milder fates:
Submission hopes for mercy’s light.

A constant fear of what’s ahead —
That’s democraptic core belief:
Like hamsters racing till they're dead,
Then tossed aside in quiet grief.

Discarded, crushed — the wheel spins on.
Darkness breaks souls through “survival.”
Crises are planned, and wars are drawn
As years grow grim with no revival.

“Diseases” bloom — some ****-brand plague,
Like AIDS once was, now lies anew.
One sigh — the world begins to shake,
As heaven’s fraud sells bliss to you.

“Fear!” — religion shouts to fools,
Its Satan leaking through each seam.
With genocide, they craft their rules —
The meek turned cattle in this scheme.



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Tremble or Die — the System Commands.
Hell wears a halo in trembling lands.


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They taught you to tremble —
so you'd forget you're Light.


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Fear is the cage —
and you are the key.



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Worldwide Camp and Global Collapse

“To live ‘properly’ is hypocrisy; to think ‘properly’ is stupidity.”
— Bertrand Russell


From childhood, I'm enclosed
In this “proper” life.
Minds are slug-slow, minds are closed —
Nonsense crowned as right.

Wants reduced to zero —
Listen to the ****:
Every random "hero"
Speaks like judgment come.

That absurdity is law,
With the hangman’s grin.
Souls turn sour, rush toward
“Bliss” in cattle-skin.

Staged and planned — stupidity,
School, then college rot.
Snacks and fashion-rigidity,
Work that leads to Naught.

Lies and proud hypocrisy,
Idiocy, split minds,
And the patience for atrocity —
All of it declines.

Prospects dead — no fixing it
With the cries of few.
Chained upon the scaffold pit,
We collapse on cue.

BEASTS are building camps again —
Global, vast, and cold.
Red Cross waves above insane
Flags of minds controlled.

Even Earth, this rotting place,
Proved itself a fraud —
Gnats obeyed with eager face
The circulars of God…

But a collapse may rescue us
From this prisoned pain —
When the Spirit’s had enough,
It breaks the Chain.



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When “Order” is Hell —
Let Collapse ring the bell.



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Illusions at the Bottom

Illusions are life’s base and floor —
Without them, you're already dead.
Among them, “serve your land!” roars
As worst: the cops in blue and red.

They’ve shown it clear — from coast to coast:
No crooks are worse than those in law.
But bureaucrats have sunk the most —
They dodge all questions, break each flaw.

In webs of mutual protection,
A petty thief may pay the price,
But those above — the vile selection —
Climb upward, **** that’s cold as ice.

With bribes they float through every border.
The “law enforcers” play their role:
They swing at small fry, out of order —
The bigger picture? Blind as coal.

And soldiers of the SSS-R
Now fight their brothers, side by side.
Their “Motherland” — a ghost from far,
But still you’re told: believe with pride.

The Sheepovirus made it clear —
There are no countries left to trust.
Love and friendship? Nowhere near,
And barely seen through scopes of dust.

Yet sheep still chase hallucinations —
For how else could they bear this mess?
They crave their cash and stimulations
While life keeps rotting — more or less.

Decay grows vast. It reeks and chokes.
The sane are few — a fainting spark.
Bucha’s corpses, ****** jokes —
The world is drowning deep in dark.

No future shines, no hopes to fix —
We’ve passed the point of no return.
Ahead — grim years, and heavy kicks:
The Second Bottom starts to burn.

Or maybe third? Who keeps the score?
It matters not. This world will fall.
While idiots still dream of more,
And feed — the Crowned Decay of All.



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They eat. They dream. The end draws near —
The final feast of rot and fear.



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Believe in borders. Praise the cops.
And rot in peace — until it stops.



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Wave your flag and kiss the boot —
The circus ends in ash and soot.



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Engineered Calamities for Mass Dehumanization

Are they mad by nature’s hand —
Or is it Darkness by design?
If each disaster’s finely planned
As part of genocide’s decline,

Then something worked with grim precision —
Some inhuman hand, some plot
Built this Earth as one big prison —
Only one small step to cattle-lot.

Just a handful still resist,
Fighting rot with mind and flame…
Will they stop the deep abyss?
You're a fool to think they came.



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Hell is staged — and most comply.
The rest just ask: “But... why not try?”



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Where Do the Years Lead Us?

"That years are passing — fine. But where to?"
— S.J. Lec


Where do they go —
And drag us so?
The filth replied with war.
When minds in herds are brought down low,
The global madhouse needs no door.

A Total Pen now takes its shape,
Where soul and spirit can't arise.
No law exists — just beasts in capes
Who label slavery as “wise.”

You'll see it stamped on every wall:
“Obey, be safe, be well-behaved.”
Their “care for health” is not just talk —
It’s procedure chains for the enslaved.

That toxic shot — the filth’s decree —
Revealed the system's core disease.
The world is fading — can't you see?
Yet skins still dream of shopping sprees...



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They call it care. They call it peace.
But every shot locks one more lease.



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The Shell of Madness

Suggestibility, impression’s might —
The Voice of Reason fades away.
A whisper now, a dying light,
Like cracks in shells of hardened clay.

And lies — like calcium — are fed
To keep that shell in firm repair.
The idiots still dream ahead,
Of puppet Trump and puppet Bear.

They listen, trust, devour each tale —
But now, a glitch: the show went dark.
The fables rotted, grim and pale —
Their shelf-life’s done. They missed the mark.

The deadline of this wretched life
Has come — and now the world ignites.
The sun burns off the crawling strife —
Its vow: to cleanse this Earth of blight.

So once it was — and so it came:
The Cycle of Dementia peaked.
And many souls, by blind disdain,
Were lost while demons ruled and shrieked.

Their tyranny broke every scale —
The shitstorm proved it, raw and wide.
This world’s infernal — past the pale —
So BURN this SHAME, and scorched with pride!



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When fables rot and reason dies —
Let fire judge the reign of lies.



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1.
They’ve spun their tales, but time is done —
The fool’s parade meets setting sun.

2.
Behind the shell, the spirit fights —
To burn the dark, reclaim the light.

3.
Trust puppets, fools, and false charades —
While reason dies in masquerades.



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Here’s your chaos, dressed as law,
They’ll keep you locked in flaw by flaw.
Smile wide — the show’s complete,
While souls are crushed beneath your feet.


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Like brittle shells on breaking seas,
The lies will crack with every breeze.
Within the shards, the light will rise —
To claim new truth beyond disguise.


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They preach their rules — a hollow crown,
While vultures circle, tearing down.
The fools applaud the grand charade,
Not seeing how their hopes degrade.


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Behind the veil, beyond the night,
The shattered soul regains its sight.
Illusions fade, the dawn will break —
And with it, chains begin to shake.


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The walls collapse, the end’s in sight,
Yet fools still dance in fading light.
No savior comes, no hope remains —
Just ashes fall like bitter rains.




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The wheel still turns, the core is rot,
No bottom found — just deeper blot.
We march as slaves, the blind lead blind,
In chains of fear and false design.



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They guard the filth, they serve the lie,
And call it law — while innocents die.
The system’s beast wears human skin,
A world where sin becomes the sin.



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March for glory, trust the swine,
They’ll sell your soul for a dollar sign.
The circus plays, the clowns all cheer,
While reason drowns in waves of fear.



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Illusion feeds the beast within,
To see the truth — you must begin.
Break through the fog, the lies, the pain,
And claim the light beyond the chain.


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The ground will crack, the masks will fall,
No lie survives the final call.
The hour comes — no more charades,
Only ash and empty shades.



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Eat. Obey. Deny the stink,
The world’s collapsing — don’t you blink.
Their crafted cage is made to bind,
But spirit’s fire won’t stay confined.



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They spun their tales, but time’s run out,
The fools still dance, but shadows shout.
Their hollow lies begin to fade,
The sun sets on the masquerade.



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Beneath the shell, the spirit burns,
In darkness’ grip, the soul still learns.
It fights to scorch the endless night,
And claims the dawn with blazing light.



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Trust puppets, fools, their hollow plays,
While reason fades in smoky haze.
The stage is set for lies and schemes —
A tragic farce of broken dreams.



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The time is cracked, the hour’s near,
When all the lies will disappear.
The blindfold’s torn, the truth will blaze —
And burn the dark of endless days.



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The lies are thick, the poison flows,
But truth is fire beneath the snows.
A spark ignites the frozen shell,
To break the cage, to break the spell.



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Their hollow laws will turn to dust,
Built on fear, decay, and lust.
The fools obey, but soon will see —
The throne is cracked, no legacy.



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Beneath the lies, the darkness grows,
But so does light that no one knows.
A fight begins, unseen, untold —
Between the weak and those who hold.



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The puppeteers pull every string,
But strings will snap, and chaos sing.
The show must end, the curtains fall —
The broken rise to heed the call.



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Their kingdom rests on shifting sand,
Built by lies, enforced by hand.
But truth’s own wave will wash it clean —
Reveal the world that lies between.



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The beast they feed on fear and pain,
But spirits break the darkest chain.
Though shadows press, the dawn will rise —
Unmask the world of masked disguise.



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The fools still dance on crumbling floors,
Blind to all their broken doors.
But silence breaks the noise of lies,
And opens wide the blinded eyes.



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Behind the mask, the rot is deep,
A secret none would care to keep.
Yet from the grime, the light will climb —
A new dawn waits beyond all time.



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They cage the mind, they bind the soul,
But flames inside refuse control.
The weaker fall, the strong ignite —
To claim the day, to claim the night.



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The world decays, yet still we stand,
A final fight, a last command.
No chains can hold the raging fire —
The phoenix rises from the pyre.

— The End —