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Micaiah May 2014
Step out from the obscurity
Haunting your mind
And your soul entirely with
Darkness which invades all your
Organs slightly
W**ith a pocketful of sunshine.
EgoFeeder May 2013
Now I must arise into my excursion of monotony
to the house in which I had my first failed lobotomy
Spreading discrepancy with every turn of phrase;
admitting to all I had let happen in an ignorant daze

The path that I took was plagued with a hysterical hate;
Projecting morbid hallucinations in which my fear did correlate
Contrasting it's laughter and scolding into a chaotic static;
Converting my already dwindling humanity into an ancient relic

A once cowardly excuse of wasted life and shameful empathy;
had then unfolded into a twisted state of triumphant antipathy
I was within minutes of arriving at her front door step;
and my anxious contemplation had faded into an overwhelming id-tep

Shifting my last strand of innocence into an irreversible condition;
within a few moments i'd gained preference to this nefarious rendition
I felt as if I was becoming one with all uncertain depravity;
and the shrouded ******* that I pursued in the insanity

Enveloped by the sheer warmth and hideous anticipation;
Each pace I took closer added to the satisfaction of mal-intention
As the dwelling became visible atop the climbing horizon;
I could do naught but envision myself as the famous Charon

Preparing a mortal to be ferried across the river of death
Enlisting her into damnation - The honorable thief of breath
Dismembering the threads of life - diminishing  the ties of destiny;
Assigning myself as the baneful mortician of this worlds' incongruity!

As I approached the entrance I Realized the sun was bringing the morn;
Our god of life taking a front row seat to the sadistic scorn
Or, perhaps a sign to my victim to awaken and escape;
If that's the case i'll send her with haste into a restless dream-scape

What a rite this shall be - To cease all carnal sin with my own two hands!
Carving out every fragment of ageless sense from her untouched glands
With the lone witness to the dismemberment of her frail limbs;
My dagger!  And, the final conclusion of our deeds so grim!

And, Alas There I stood Suffocating on memory over the sleeping beauty;
hesitantly wondering how much sincerity lay within my duty
Could I have been coaxed into performing the work of a reaper?
If I substain from his commands - Could we brew a connection much deeper?

What an untimely moment to be having second thoughts;
She opened her eyes to witness the tears of her sympathetic Iscariot
The terrors she belched ripped the barrier of my relinquished sanity;
Taking hold of my mobility - slicing her from ear to ear with iniquity

Her cries of help began to gurgle in the back of her throat;
Spewing a slander of asphyxiation like a meaningless footnote
I couldn't bare to see her suffer in such an atrocious way;
So, I swiftly slit her neck and left her to decay

What has that audacious persuasion turned me into?
How did I commit something that I could never do?
When did I put on this scarlet blouse?
Who dragged me inside of this familiar house?
Mollee Nelson Aug 2015
Have you ever looked into the sky and thought your not the only one.
Utterly impossible for you to be alone in the universe right?
Maybe something is out there, but we can't see it.
Another life. Another thing
Nothings impossible right?
Something so different from us but yet exactly the same?

And what if we find out there is something out there.
Really. Something that would astonish us to our last breath.
Everything would change. Right?

Absolute shock would take this planet and crush it.
Lives would go on with fear of invasion.
Is it fair for us to do the same? To go and change the way things are.
Eventually we would have to be ok. We would just forget.
Notorious known, we would be unfavorable, we would be aliens.
S**tep out of the blindness you're in, and see them around you.
Ken Pepiton Apr 2021
This is possible.
Soul possession in owned patience, no mortgage,
no refi,
pieced together idle words,
used and abused, reused
food for thought
gleaned and horded patience.
All redeemed, for full worth in your eye.

What all we know, forms, in patience
fire,
for instance,
not long ago, you know, fire
was
craft, the making of it, was magic
as anything
witnessed, seen and attested to by two
or twelve or twenty, however many

five hundred, okeh, 500 miles walking,
while 2 seemed too far,
patience, life is a test, you are the best at
resisting
the gottabe this
way
mine,
my child, my future seed sown, grown wild,
twisted
espelliered, oh so, there was a wall
around the garden, which
was there for a reason
in the story,

oh, so many stories in ever are untold.
s'cool, we got contingency mods

we are ready, right? You read a whole lot to be
ready, when now happens

as if the story took a million years to arrive at
now, your page, or chapter, or name, just

your name, after your ears fell off, there
you found it, in the bibliography of the book of life

as listed in the amazon cloud. Chronos order.

First test to ever after now, what is the Gebser handle on it?
The Ever-Present Origin.

-- stop flash 2021 link to the as youwere a mazda, the name,
thing spread-winged thing on a wheel with a stiffened spiral,
****** media image in ever now, that symbol, bird with too wide wings
on a unicycle with spiral spokes in some
iterations, then
leafing branch tree structuring shape
spokes
in a wheel in a wheel,
gears and wheels to balance time and worth
the ef- fort if I can okeh
I kan das  sig gefun den
dat
dare
straight center outer way oomphala always starts
in any seed or ideal encompassing all the information needed
the zoroastrian symbol is related… at the avian level of sci-use, lizard brain, where t-cells train,
art instituted entertain ment, tthis is us sorta
see the totem, see the flag, see the fire, see us dance
see the shadows,
those dance too.

to form a piece of every theory of everything with words in it.
Word.
We be all that ever matters, at moments like this.
Doncha love the cheesiness,
ripe, , message
says
it still smells like food.
Stomach rumbles, there is a word for that, bunny trail,
brain bubble,
been there done that and the whole gang from 10-18, the novel,

all of em, Notacrook, the whole cast, on that stage
in this book of my life with you in it.

We can work some wonders with 2014 tec + the connection
Ai ai ai, I say, I love to say I love living now

time is as always, changing, to the beat of my own tin drum.
We won.
We do not study war, we study life, and life is a story all its own.

---------------------


Pure, mere realm of mind in time
immaterial ever origin fin ginfinginfingin
imagine
an engine that starts
but but but you never knew such things were known

as common sensed events, shadows shown on walls
for all the seers, in the shade of this wall
arising in the book of life I am involving in my solution…

FTA… to this day it does mean find the answer,
but you can reinterpret am-big-u-is-us words say
FTA always think first first to attack, sir

it means, first to attack, t' me.

soon's I see the whites of those eyes comin' up my
bunker's hill,
if I have to -- glitch have hold to of -- must say
he's too old to cuss the mustard any more,
let all the seed blowwildwisht away

Peace, in my time. DID I imagine this?
In a way, I did, I think.
I made a way this could happen, and it did,
because I did not do something wrong
at one of the right times to do
something in the former
time-state-stage e re en
volvement in humus re-entropication, getting old
maturing adul-tatifity
this idea of dying, so slow
I can see trees grow, and the crow in the momma pine
musta died, he never came back after that last big ******
in february, I think, around the time
my house ate a tab of acid, 2021.

Tep. Yep. could be we stretch a point and make some
thing be
real enough to feel if there was a 10 wpm to 2 or 3 each
breath
or beat of your heart, as mine
stops
- thinks back to the ori-gin fin gin
- point
- spark
in the stretching, on the rack, you know the image, stretch
FREEDOM
splat.

Not that. This realm of timeless reason being.

Thinking iferies you must imagine
or not sense, not sense as non
presence
in time to glimpse the if that winks at you and laughs,

you saw, says this other, joy-driven, you can feel it,
feel it, this is
eu-daemonical ha, I knew it, we have a recipe for this,
I wrote it down

---------- but this works if you stir it in with the rest
at the end of your last war, you can make a fine rest
with just this little bit of patience built by reading this, twice.
Possession of one's own soul, patience, all you can muster, that's the price. Or I can sell you seed for one holy cow, in the dna of a bull I rode in on. Piled here.
Carl Webb II Sep 2018
s­tep four is breathe
and breathe as deeply
as the atmosphere allows
and let the astral air
assemble your arousal.
the meditative state
Satvik gupta Feb 2022
Step out of your comfort zone in the present to live in the comfort zone in future.
alaric7 Jan 2018
At Dipolog flood

silts shivering

children,

Josephina, grits,

fish head broth,

shredded ginger.

Dapitan, rain.

Tep Peng, Ilocos Sur

flagrant kingfishers,

a conversation

about

galaxies then sleep.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2021
give me enough night to forget the day,
give me...
   the times i turned my feet into
a plough and the space in between
with time included: all this arable:
in-between...
step by step
st-
       -ep    by
                         s-
                                -tep...
give me that... my old drinking ******
and sunrise...
besides... it's only teasing April's fulfilment
and i'm abiding by too much roughage
in the stem...
for every time word, "word" was lost
to become this...
shortcut of centuries
whereby the priesthood of sort
governed the literacy rates...
when ******* was fun or there about(s)...

a cauldron of sounds within the confines
of familiar, yet all the more foreign lettering...
a cul de sac of....
caged crazed monkeys...
by now i'd be citing a reference marker
about...

330  & 309...
       nomenclators...
    le grand chiffre...
   Rossignols: nightinagale...
skeleton key...
  buzz-words hardly... so overbearingly
bothersome...
to have to come to the conclusion
once one has passed a certain age...

to love, out of fear...
to have to love out of...
to invest in children as to be certain one
can die as a patriarch in bed
and be sworn in
to the death valley by a vigil
and celebrated come the wake...
trivial tool-esque child-prone
ventures of bothersome thought...

it's never so gratifyingly plainly
detailed...
to die suddenly...
unexpectedly... like Caesar did...
well... thank you the patron saint
and the god of all who cycle into
a much congested urban environment...
that thrill of making
a pristine route from
a roundabout while
heavy traffic is involved and you're
all skeleton born, naked...
teasing at an exoskeleton of cars...
        
  (how can one write anything
with this bad of bad of an internet
connection...
back in 1998 when we had dial-up...
**** worked just fine...
less traffic...
now? impossible traffic...
a little bit o' this 'n' a whittle bite
o' that... congested via
custard constipation...
moi? a ******* cat daddy like it might
be a cross to burden myself with...

to the bed of the stoic!
of pseudo... or... quasi...
sacrifices, sacrifices before the altar
of: fame per se...
**** and you're famous...
a famous awe-stricken work of
carpentry...
no... that thespian nightmare
of shadow-stealing? perhaps...

wake me up at 6:30am prompt-ly...
and i'll gyt on me'er bicycle
and wriggle around... the peddle of a lifetime
to chase both switz cheese and
sunrise...
now drinking wine and
having done enough cauldron cooking
with some witches i've come to the conclusion...

that they diet... don't diet...
yet they still turkey the whole ****-up poor
sober... can't ****** a properly designated
omelette even if they wished...
throw some peanuts at them
and watch the 2nd generation
of elephant trunk sprouts eager
for a bottle of... heave: live'young...
evian... somehow...

while all the self-help guru types...
and their literary genre is no more than
some wild excuse for
Kaiser Wilhelm IV to bee resurrected
in this current year and be like...
d'ah fecken mein trenchen
frisk och... die oops-la-la...

         it's enough that i will summon
the russian alphabet i will not
need to bother greek...
or glagolitic...
or add any orthographical markers
to this naked Lay-a-tin...
n'est c'est pas?

       but i will 'ave myself a refill...
as i churn out... promises...
for every surd... letter...
there can also be an insertion of an apostrophe...
i didn't sacrifice...
my knowledge of language leaves
me without good or therefore any...
conversation...
i stutter when i speak to people
who focus on the trough and cubicle...
i don't talk because i don't have
anyone to talk to...
i have... a ******* audience of
voyeurs...

the most i make of this inter-connectivity
is to check bicycle routes on
maps and the meteorological office
for... wind gust speeds...
that it might come from the SW
while i'm heading from the NE
and it's obviously against me... at 12mph...
but the gust comes in short outbursts
of nearing 30mph...

plus... as the older women knew...
the new way of shopping...
i am glad to have never invited myself
in any comment section...
and i probably didn't allow any to be left...

a tongue spoke in the silence
of 'ought: phonetically it re(a)d...
      paйx "vs." *****...
i want to test this...
FLURRY of a new found-land
of literacy among... common-folk...
misnomer: i'm sure...
all folk are common and all that's
common is... folk...

ribbit...
    is a paw-shy-to-the-jump...
sort-of... a... rabbit...
or... the sound a *****'s guest of toad
makes when it's not a sausage fest...
but a nymphomaniac ****
and there's a ****-sq. ******* apparent...
being all mysteriously...
humbert humbert / herr herr /
major major... alias with a phonetic symbol
(a letter in a foreign zunge involved)

unwillingly "we" dub them:
                  шaшa...
willingly "we" skid around the corners
and forget to brew whiskey
after having excavated amber
from the Baltic sea...
                 ЧEX -
        "chech"...
            Cheney? Cockney...
Chchen?!
             no... just "Czech"...
           'urva yebana maць...

there are not enough hours in the night
to listen to bbc radio 3...
all the tax-payers' moneys should
be paid into radio 3 coffers...
to hell with everything being televised!
to hell with...
radio 4... drive in the morning
for radio 2 oldies...
to hell with radio 1:
which never played iron maiden's
bring your daughter...

radio 3... no advertisement interludes...
a pristine radio station one can almost
suspect them to be pirate...
since...

no one is going to meat-up to meet
guillotine... Mr. Cromwell are
we closer to "done" are we yet to
find out to belittle the creases in
the new black that's the old
navy - no purpose for purple...

sooner you'll find me cycling toe
tied - twinkle loot:
i am in a possession of a beard
that is a must
come... the aggrevating...
  the aggravating winds of traffic...
i'll walk into the north sea stark naked
just to the prove point of how mortal
and Pompeii i am without
being comfortable... to be: without...

each day is a... ******' itch to tease
death into a crescendo of expectations
that... goodness be! never truly...
comes... regurgitated spit of envy...
whittle ****-weeds of human remains
to be taken to fancy...

my Lyle & Tate & a full-moon sort of...
at the oval... when the moon is full
but it's "not" full...
in a democracy my vox is bread...
in a democracy my vox is circus..
my voice is democracy my voice
is unheard and for all the willing powers
that "be"...
little hitlers hey presto...
advent of A406...
my grudge against the almost livery
of having nothing but having to live
for plenty of times...

my time's an exit... a plan: no plan...
revive me revive a... bed i want to sleep
in... occupied by two sphinxes...
don't respects me...
don't fear me...
don't acknowledge me....
conversation has been over long
before you decide to quest for a resume...

"elsewhere" and that's where
it's... EVERYWHERE...
liberally: at least re(a)d...
teasing at Siberia
and nothing...
to do with... whey-stern...
culture-trap of a "comb-over"...

  a bottle of wine can almost...
for sure... cater for... scratching of Ypres...
this little do that other d'ah...
almost anywhere looks pretty...
esp. when cicycled to...
and the sun's shining...

imagine my conundrum:
from a phonetically pure enterprise...
this horrid by-mingling
of letters and surds and...
"aesthetics" contra concrete orthography...
too much metaphysical *******
can do anyone' 'ed in... no?
one forgets... *****...
turns to ovals...

        england wouldn't
be england... if it wasn't an island...
but... from Ilford through
to St. Paul's... little India...
the conquista has awwived...
mind you... there's a peacock!
the Xerxes of a pseudo-Iran
is... a-waiting...

closure of the 20th century of
the hebrews...
hello... scraps...
we'll fiddle, we'll mingle...
there's a cocktail... surf's up!
drink it... tamarind...
turmeric...
           the scent before the closure
of a bog stench...
my... clipped wings...

ein­und­zwanzig...
        weil... nur türken ottomane
schubs zu ältere
   von englischzunge...
kommen... ohne einladung?
                  ist nicht...
              englisch vor...
                            mein: deutscheballaststoffe?!

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