REPEAT THE ILLNESS

TOMB WAKE, A SETTLED,

BLOOMING DOOM

DOOM

FROM ROT, HOT

Sparks to life through stripes of moonbeams

An offending sweet reek

Swirls to BULBOUS life through olfactory

obscene DANCE

FETID FORCE, PULSATING LAUGHTER

Standing in splendor amid the decay of a glorious after

Sobriquet, create a familiar, to lead the way

BEYOND THE MEEK

Anthropomorphic animalia...its colors sick through doom

An impossibility Thought, TIL YOU

Some compensate through annihilation

Understanding as the victim felt

Does now entitle to this villainy?

UNSETTLED WAKE

HUMANITY SONG

EMBALMED

Cast the body aside

And feel the same way, we once did when we died

A father in rest

Too - close - to - call - too many to fall

The rotted watcher, observes. Seeing how time again allows for the poisoning of reason and love

Rewarding empathy's absence with the most unnatural selection

Wicked sirens bring forth

The spoiled seed to repeat the illness

Will we ever-find our way to enlightenment?

If indeed - we-humans be capable of such things.

I feel the same things, belong on both sides of

THE FENCE.

BEING BEYOND

With the absence, I'm bleeding every day

Impressive gains means shit today

Ain't a pot of gold, to believe in

Merit the character every parent Inherently

SEES AND, impossibly even believes in

Too close to breathe it, what's needed

We, heathens

FALL FROM A BROKEN HOME

I can see the right side as HOL-LOW!!!

Unbridled rage on that final...PAGE!

Bear down, and take, heart

Bear down, and take, heart

The battered man may shine!!!

As he finally outgrows lust and beholds

Us, the being beyond

Thus there's much to be offered Us Alone

I opine

I opine in sadness,

embody the madness

Where there's knowing, there is a, showing

Float through, the motive, invoke, the growing bastard

I feel alive, like, minds alight, might

Lie adrift ye planets own

Let us perish...HERE!

Left a-lone in squalor

Imagine the legends

The battered man may shine!!!

As he finally outgrows lust and beholds

Us, the being beyond

Thus there's much to be answered served when we offer Us Alone

Raise in we...Upworthy repeating sweeps from above…

MIRRORS

Brave the taste and parade, the end arrived

Grieve the lost enemies, and higher days

The trees inside,

They make it plain,

The basic clay,

Compels the mold,

In and around you

I cant believe they said it, beasts of many

Sides to prove

Animate the failing too!

I cant forget in finding all that I have to move

That I still possess all these ghosts that you knew

When I'm up above it, lowing

Lowing loud!

Better feed that lion!

Been here before!

The beasts we abhor!

In talks with the mirror!

We say it with our chest!

I face the lowing animal

My!!! How we've changed

Impressive fangs from me to you move

Our plastic ending

Although right, can feel so small

Breach other, doors till ya come back home

The basic beast can take you

You know this feeling never answers...in patterns

Belie this everchanging headspace in plaster

And sing a song of triumph

Oh how it aches

At least be accounted for

My oh my we make each days new bed

Upon a head

Of shifting, sands like we never cared

A better day, builds upon another,

And soon we walk out encountering

Ages, with stoic faces

We play along

You know this feeling never answers

In patterns

Belie this everchanging headspace in plaster

BREAK GLASS...IN CASE OF GASPS

MAKE...HANDS...GRASP LIFE

CODE IS...OVERLOADED

EMBEDDED IN BLACK

One of us, better made, venerate, THE NOW GREAT MASON...And I don't follow ghosts, to these voluminous basements

Missing pieces offer possible breadcrumbs

That start the march of this, our blackened sojourn

Of all our emotions alone....fear

Is how we remember the fairytales, laid bare with the nightingales...embedded in black

Take a book out, settle it down

Make a lake of conical fire, tyrannical arms

Grabbing heavy, STORMS DRAIN EMPTY ONTO BLACKENED NIGHT'S ICHOR PITS

And I admit, while none exist-I cant resist the TALE

Warily every memory bettering, half ensures unfettering lettering never remembering

Several liturgies better the energies

Feeding the meeting of various meanings of

I EXIST. A lie on...A lie on time

Approaching...words of violence

Breathing mass of afflicted encasements

A falling dash from the depths of the basement

Oooh

She said I believe in...YOU

Appalling the mauling your fighting

The falling down is a must from the hero so he goes

On and on till the zero overflows

And stop at the altar of Fallen Heroes

As to.....our laws...how ungrateful...your lot

As your betters, you know...we bring heavens to law

You are who...you are who?

The will that's hiding amongst the few

I see you

Be the horror they, FEAR IN THE NIGHT

CHAOS!!!

Yell beside a common admonishment offered only in bottles I've fallen fully apart

Yet the hero can offer appalling offers of falling on God

FALLING ON GOD

THE PHILOMATH

A pall from requisite birthright, if everything worked right, you'll merit an afterthought

Systemically made to feed the weaker pallid elite

So filled with horror - and a passive defeat

You could've found me, completely surrounded, bleeding

This house of commons, is starting to find its feet

A human story abhorring the truth in favor of mourning

WHO ARE WE WHEN WE LIE ALIGHT, DREAMING?

APOSTATE, IN NAMESAKE, A FAILSAFE, THE PHILOMATH

THE PHILOMATH!!!

FOLLY...Out the mouth of babes

Propaganda saves appalling numbers, of an elitist carter

LOUDLY...Fly the ministers statements

Sinister they feed the fervor, of impending dreaded demise

Install a proper religion to populate armies

In propaganda we all heed the clarion calling

WHO ARE WE WHEN BORN ON BENDED KNEE

We have an ache in our chest, that demands a name be given it

They aim to take the best of you

Grind it beneath their gilded boot

We are the starving hardened few

Howling to bring the fight anew

GET ALL

OUT THE ROLE CALL

SUFFRAGES OWED TO THEM INVOLVED

CLASSLESS

Ill breathe the air, no matter where there,

Be a barrier of men's minds

Placed at the start with a scar and a half heart

A master class in dramatic fanatic egotism

This piece resides within all, us who feel this rhythm

A play in satire would fail to foster, as sinister hitherto what we humans get up to

Laid in graven lows, afterglows oppose

A betterment still led thus

No better than he or I...never-ending aisles of corpses must

March onward... jointly dead

Are we satisfied? Past, the dropping points we all collide

A gun inside...wipe the slate clean

At the precipice of such a BEYOND

Step a lovely way

Lead with confidence but leave the hubris

It bests the best of us

feeling classless

The classes in under realms fester and stink of rotting wealth .......AND if ever excess blends!!!

The weakness' builds ..We fall a deeper depth!

As gut stench offal rains...

peering inside not...unlike losing...paradise

Don't lose this paradise