Moloko vellocet

Walk against time,
Consumed elixir of the mind.

Velvet, morose and nonsensical.
The corded arithmetical pondering of beating hearts.
Throbbed ventricle expounded.
Glass in the eye. Sweets in the queue.

Breasts.
Sensual, conditioned.
The warmth of company.
Fear: not withstanding.
Overbearing.
Confusing.
Conflicted but warm all the same.

A warmer smile.
Felt at a distance.
Like an arrow
Cherub archers.
Child soldiers.
God's very own .

This is the way my day ends.
Not with a bang but with a whimper.

Soldier, surgeon, saint. (The witching hour)

Today the last sound of humanity flickers. The silent snicker of a madman.
Prose, with a finger on a button.
Cold, frozen.
Unexpected yet serene.
The greatest gag.
The punchline.
they'll never press the button.

A droning tenure, an outspoken fiend
My loving regret.
Gnawing aneurism.
Crude and adolescent.
The armed guards bleed red.
The poet bleeds blue.
True as the gathering darkness.
White as noise.

Awake,
In a cold bed.
During the witching hour.
Clarity, Clairvoyant, Cleansed.
Not a glimmer of hope.
But eyes wide open.
Tears dried.
Blind in darkness.
No truth to be told.

Asleep for the last time

Ode to Normalcy

The basics; contrived and ineffectual.
The courteous sniping of branched timelines.
The family tree, well regarded, esteemed. Rural and tenacious.
Beached proliferation.
The scoured ocean.
Sandals, Scandals and broom handles.

Today I knew of golden arches.
Today I knew of cupid's sting.
Today, perhaps I will know better.

Miles, Morals, Concentration.
Feet of stoned expectations.
Bury me along the shore.
With hand on heart and nothing more

Cannibals and Hunger pains.

I am told that I am being fed.
Yet my hunger grows.
How could these lies not be filling?
My appetite for knowledge is unsatisfied by these empty calories.
Sophists spoon feed me.
As if I am a child whom could not do it himself. The media shovels putrid slush disguised as a healthy meal. An abortion disguised as caviar.
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They sell to you
You want what you like
They sell you it
You consume it
Like zombies in hoards
Mindlessly walking. .
Craving a brain.
Perpetual self consumption.
An Unsustainable existence
You eat
You shit
You eat your shit
You eat, you're shit.
You ate yourself
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I sit here hungry.
for I would rather starve.

Because so long as I sweat in the summer and shiver in the winter I will forever be aware of my frailty.

Dichotic synchronicity

It is strange. How in an instant we could lose all meaning.
Indeed it is stranger that there is no substance among shadows.

Meiotic concerns, evoked by entitlement.
Delusions of grandeur: uninhibited.
The dichotic growth of aspiration .
Fueled by the search for validation.

The shadows creep slowly.
Their arbitration, sincere.

When I sleep I dream of death and wake at her feet.

Indeed my fear rang true.
And truth rang brightly.
the deaths I dreamt were mine, but not the deaths of my reality.

Ashes, Ashes.

All alone
At the end of the world.

Stars gleamed with clear skies above.
The thundering cheers of a gleeful mob.
Resistance unbound by weary militia.
Court orders bred false flags.
Loop holes within loop holes.
Knots twisted.
Stomach aches.
Knife wounds.
Deep in the back of civilization.

Left to bleed out.
To slowly die like starving penned animals. 

Mistakes made clear.
To die with hope clenched in our fists.

If life is warfare
I am but a pacifist

The 40 day Tirade

I'm so fucking cultured ain't I?
Bare naked, on hostile ground.
Torn from the womb with gaudy abrasion.
The roaring soliloquy of a fostered pet.

A howl at the moon.  

Can you hear me? 
(How it shines upon us.) 
This fraud, this poor imitation.  

(But a flattering one.)
Like a false idol, or a death mask.
This palely drawn still life of godliness.
Who brings unity through vision.
And reflection through the darkness.

Reminding us all what we are on this earth