January 3, 2012

Lost words,

The never found poems

Rotted parchment insulating 

The attics

Back alley of libraries,

Hidden among the intricate web.

The never scribed,

Never arrived

The over judged by self critics

Over ruled by the schools.

Lightning in a bottle

Fizzled to decay,

Trunks of regrets, 

Ocean trapped

Closets of discontent

Fearful youth never exposing its innocent anguish.

Languishing in its own creation.

Laid back

Laid to rest

Detested by the creator,

The nature of ones opinion

Read back silent 

Outcast instead of recast

The editor tears holes

The tears flow

As the murdered manuscript takes

An unrecognizable form

From a confident perch to a confinable abhoration.

Find me reading the works unpolished, seeing the reality.

August 15 2020, 10:05 p.m.

Alexa knows when your not home

So does your home.

Your assistant knows when you're all alone.

So does your search history.

They can see who's allergic to 5g and vaccines, been selling it to you for years, confirmation bias.

And here we are at the precipice of a second wave of a new plague, Camus rolls in his grave, how predictable the parade.

Spend your money on saving lives, vilified.

Save your money on cheats and lies, sanctified president.

We residence of the hollow tube, the last of the  cathode-ray generation, sucked into LED arguments with our little touch screens, against PC players, armchair experts.

They'll sell you the VPN then sell you to the highest bidder. Lure you in with an algorithm, then use your input to make it smarter. 

Smile for the camera so we can get a clear view of your dental record. Post your location or don't, tracers on the file. turn off light. It was never the media, it was only you and what you choose to consume.

We resume in our doom on the prosperous dreams of tomorrows never promised.

We became greedy in the food chain, bad times came upon us. Mother nature is a Libra.

Any hunter'll tell ya, When the herds get to thick, illness can creep through quick and decimate populations, a controlled hunt socially distances them enough to ensure their survival. 

Herd immunity is not the cure to a hardly understood disease.

What was I on about again? Takin' to talkin' in meme.

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Sentimental

Grandma's cigarette 

A generations Apple pie

Childhood couldn't help

But get a little high

Just a little one

That was barely worth its wiff in the eye.

Backseats without belts

Sleeping on the floor as we drive,

Tragedys averted with a little bumb on the head against the dash, shouldn't have been standing there.

Somebody had a van with a table.

Flying 7 in a bird made for 5

Four crammed in the back

fifth in the trunk, a generation changes if the drivers drunk.

Sweet memories of hands swimming out windows

IkE/2022

Can you

Here upon the 

Amongst the

Connected, an RF pillow

Flesh and bone.

Yesterday's 

Over

Underestimated it's impact.

Carnally absorbing adultery

Adult films limbs nimbly navigating

Never knowing if it's really a sin.

Reason dictates but not

Everyone listens

A victim to their conveniences

Down a dark narrow road.

Better days ahead

Everybody says

Take advantage 

While you can

Everyone makes money when

Everybody pays

No value attention

Live Laugh Love

Inscribed upon a mantle

Never hurt anybody

Everybody thinks