Trapped and Unscathed

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 In another life I died and went to hell
this is where I happened to end up instead
with an unbelievable new tale to tell
writing with pulsations powering my head.

 Death is the least of my problems you see
evil comes with fancy packaging in the name of lust
until you I was trapped and with nowhere to be
now I am doomed and will again do what I must.

You stroll through life unscathed with destain
you get people to cheat and you ask them to lie
while everyone around you is suffering in pain
you get others to turn away as your targets die

If it wasn’t for people doing what they do
there would be nothing to despise or hate
you still don’t really know yourself do you?
when we were together I’d rather masturbate.

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Once They Are You

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Once you’re in their trap it’s impossible to escape alive
they make you squirm in the muck and crawl into the trough
things are more internecine than most could possibly derive
nothing works well and that is by their design as they scoff
around every corner a snarff is sniffing with intent to deprive.

They get others unknowingly on their side by spending most widely
they assign slanderous names towards those who exercise any logic
they raise their voice with absolute statements of false profundity
they believe that they’re our naturally ultra-superior being biologic
they thrive on sucking you in with their pseudo-pleasant demeanor mildly.

You begin throwing away everything while looking for the one right accoutrement
you know there is plenty of water nearby and all that you need is a little help
you keep your house from melting to the ground as a matter of little consequent
you witness all of your beloved things slowly melting away without a loud yelp
you see people show up for a while but their desired effect seems to be opposite.

They creep out and crawl into everything just to muck-it-up with believable lies
they then leave everything in a irreparable shambles then blame it all on you
they hat free speech everywhere and always lurk around in a friendly disguise
they argue about and attack everything personally that you may attempt to do
they use emotions and lack the recognition of reason to drive away allies.

They will ignore everything you do or say well and criticize the rest
they will cut you off from everything good before you’re taken away
they won’t ever miss you because everyone thinks you’re depressed
they imagine your house is slowly melting with no place to stay
like a slow fire burn that takes away everything possessed.

Bland Blank Books

My life is a big open book,
There’s nothing on the covers,
There’s no one there to look,
Only once long lost lovers.

Blank is how I feel inside,
Bland is my favorite taste,
Blank is how I once died,
Bland is the stare on my face.

They lower their eyes in silence,
At once they bow their head,
Together they come with violence,
Against the one who is undead.

Wemembering Everything Bad

We used to hate everything bad together for real good fun

wememberings of what happened 7 long hard years ago

which someone of the 5,000 friends is not the real one

when everybody stops we know it’s time to get up & go.

Life is just a job and what happens to us we call reality

sitting at the big kids table you only ask smart questions

the perceptions we have had between they us and we

rarely for the greater good do we engage in suggestions

having an opinion and giving advise is easy when it’s early.

Lovelust is the challenge and nothing much can be undone

do San Francisco with everything and anybody to do it with

socialize at a poetry night and challenge yourself to read one

we keep out of the hives as drones become part of the myth

a year of long weekends alone and stark yet still having fun.

My fb profile is nearly full with 1,052 active of 5,000 fbeople

what a non-boring city as an indolent bunch with our readings

they are an unfriend to make room for others at the steeple

they’ve obviously mistaken me for someone with no feelings.

 

Rage Red Line

There is no place else I’d rather be

than with someone else that’s not me

there is no escape from world’s end

time isn’t something you can mend.

In a state of suspended inner isolation

without the fierce guard and desolation

reckless abandonment in the evening

substitute rational thought for feeling.

Save yourself the effort of finding truth

the throttle opens up the sun-moon roof

with nobody to watch the broken gauge

the needle dances above the red-line of rage.

Swim Swift Swish

I wonder how this will eventually end

another time & someplace welcoming

my faults are yearning to transcend

a life that was once worth a living

longing for a last chance to amend

remember the end is always near

exceptions to each and every rule

a winding path as an invisible ghoul

don’t give in to the hidden dark fear

you only understand what you wish

do to others what they’ve done to you

energy is eminating with a swift swish

answering questions you should eschew

down the vortex we swim like a fish.

Please Factor In & Out The Coincidence

Please kill me now or tell me what you want

please tell me how or fill my grave with taunt.

Factor in the elements of my long lost unbeing

factor in the gone and considered with everything.

In the out door and then to the empty front table

&

out the in door and then end the tall phony fable.

The nightmare of my unconsciousness is unbound

the cross i bare is chained to a soul that’s unfound.

Coincidence is as coincidence usually sometimes does

coincidence is not as random as this one once because.