Monthly Archives: December 2012

Insanity.

HA HA HA
I laugh.

I’m mocking you instead of me
Oh how the tables have turned
Insanity is now my power
My weapon of warfare

And I.
Shall.
Kill.

All ignorance,
All woe,
All grief,
All strife
And all of you

I will end you and take your sins with you

You impure breeds

Look at you

And thoust believe themselves to be greater than the animals that walked the earth before them

REMOVE YOURSELF FROM YOUR CONCEIT

DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!

I SIR/MADAM AM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING CONSCIENCE

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Grey Matter

I watch as my eyes become clouded.

I sit still as my lungs continue to constrict…

It’s forgetting to take in breath.

We have forgotten what it means to breathe.

 

My grey matter fails me.

All one-hundred billion fail me.

Confused… It attacks itself

Turning blue by default

 

My sensuality kills and drowns and sanity.

My creativity is my blue captivity.

 

When it all turns black…

Red will be all you see.

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Section G

Violets of all variety drift to and fro

 

The graves of poppies

Parted by a sky

As blue

And as purple, as snow

 

We all meditate

Try and find our sun

 

Some more than others

Some realising they have not one

 

Trees hold our life span

Across leaves as plain as you may

 

Levitating matter

Deprived, abyss-like minds

 

Oh sun,

When will thoust shine on me?

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Warm Milo

The joy.

Early morning warm milk

 

The pain.

Early morning walk to work

 

Yum.

Life is so tasty

Who knew cocoa could make me this happy?

 

Ugh.

How bittersweet

If only they knew this cocoa was my egg-timer.

 

Time for school… Let me finish this drink

 

Time for work… Let me find my machete

 

How I wish my life were simpler.

Like the seasons that make the cocoa bean

Like the cow that produces the milk.

 

A little like…

… A farmer.

 

A little like…

… A schoolboy.

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The Deception

Sands of all kinds of gold

The laughter of children and the smoking of chiefs

 

Elders gather to talk philosophy

Men fight in want of thee

The Champions.

 

Women of illustrious beauty

full lips and hair to match

 

Loud booming voices

bosoms blossoming with wisdom and love.

 

Oh my place.

 

A scornful look upon his reflection

She is inadequate, not worth fighting for

 

Flowing locks as straight as the lips of their conquers,

when they were conquered, they still did not fill

 

Toil in a foreign land

hard ground

Cold Ground.

 

The warriors now war against one another

Preferring to serve the ideas of another

 

The gold has left them

And the grey has overwhelmed and become them.

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