is it so uncouth to ask
for thee to stay thy tongue
and not disturb the black damask
enshrouding ablutions
for there exists no merit
to be found in such affronts
doth no one wish to hear it
underground nor in the sun
have we lost all decorum
at the cost of decency
to air in public forum
matters begging secrecy
instead we see the plague
of people primitively prone
to posting private pictures
posing on porcelain thrones!
pray not let us devolve
into unsavory savants
with thoughts left to revolve
around our basest needs and wants
one mustn’t attend charm school
to find value in mystique
we’ve no need to defend fools
when they’ve failed to be discreet
thus, i submit we gather
every vulgar philistine
and banish them to exile
to the isle of shrillest screams
for it is of their own accord
to wax on chamber pots
therefore we dare not spare the horde
an expeditious plot
of funerary provenance
for actions crude and crass
for devotees of elegance
i speak on your behalf
Promised Hours
why is it
that only upon leaving
do you voice
lament
fleeting amid
sentiments
and sudden
things to do
promised hours
perish
in a flash
of wistful
alley light
scarce
your words
remain
as token trials of hope
since lost
hanging in denial
are faded smiles
and fusty
mothballed coats
in the closet
strung like latent
trysts
listless
and long forgotten
Out of Sight…
spiders get around most freely
out of sight and out of mind
fiendishly partaking in some really
questionable crimes
some are stealing errant crumbs
while others might be playing dumb
some I’ve heard meticulously
fuss over cleaning their guns
why must they be up to no good
can’t we all just get along
it just seems odd that they should
keep trying to swipe hits from my bong
weird thing is when they become stoned
spiders have a gay old time
watching episodes of star trek
golden girls and classic vines
look out though, for when their munchies hit
they take no prisoners
trust, you would prefer not to
like Bartleby the scrivener
oh my god they’re so obsessed
with watching me all night and day
every time i start to undress
i hear every word they say
maybe if they had some business
of their own i could relax
sadly it would seem their interest
is quite honed in on my back
what i mean to say is my bum
boy, they just can’t get enough
then again, it’s kissed by the sun
chiseled, and bulbously buff
countless times have i looked up
to find a spider mid-descent
typically, they hover just
to read facebook and make comments
privacy is really just a quaint notion
it’s sad to say
for spiders reign ubiquitous
over each moment, night or day
even if they have intentions
of becoming my best friend
they might at least try to mention
this to somehow make amends
as it stands i swear on my life
they won’t rest until i’m dead
how else did my set of steak knives
wind up underneath the shed
don’t you for one second think
i don’t know of their secret club
i still receive the weekly e-mail
some of which i truly love
judging from the things i’ve read
we’d hit it off quite famously
they seem to dig the talks on TED
almost just as much as me
if i wasn’t so damn shy
perhaps i could initiate
but to them, I am just a fly
awaiting on a silken fate
they’re not like their creepy cousins
building nests from human hair
spiders spin a lustrous gossamer
to weave their webbed lair
sure, at times they might get peeved
and inflict a most painful bite
this is how most spiders grieve
their spouse you swallowed just last night
follow my advice and keep that
gaping orifice shut well
you don’t want to hear all of the stories
that I have to tell
please just feel their fuzzy fur
they’re cuddly like a teddy bear
spiders rock, you must concur
you’d better, for they’re everywhere
Rant On Usurped Offense
There is no merit in insulting others
We have no need for hurtful words
harmful thoughts
or vulgar behavior
Disrespect does not gain the respect
of those one deems respectable
For every person
whom our words and actions victimize
unwittingly or otherwise
causes our consciences to devolve
until we have devised our own demise
We would do best to just confess
and take responsibility for our own past
including every prior indiscretion
For until we do so
we will be incapable of learning
the lessons necessary
for us to further evolve
It matters not
the company in which we feel free
to reveal the horrors
that our hearts conceal
for there is no possible way
of ever knowing
the personal experience of those around us
which is no less real
Regardless of how well we may think
we truly know them
We cannot afford to risk
the pain our carelessness inflicts
upon the innocent
already victimized by flagrant negligence
Lest we are compliant
as petulantly defiant accomplices
appearing as though tyrants
Abusive words like “slut “faggot”, “fat”, and “ugly”
“stupid”, “bitch”, “retarded”, “dumpy”
“sloppy seconds”, “homo”, “freak”
“loser”, “sissy”, “pussy”, “weakling”
referencing things negative
by saying that they’re “gay”
and generalizing specific groups
from which to draw negative comparison
all of these insidiously vicious sayings
cause hurt
even if you’re ~just playing~
or ~just kidding~
Such offenses cannot be excused
as though unwitting
Be the person standing tall
who speaks up for both one and all
instead of slandering these victims
leaving them to take the fall
When you spew out words like “whore”
you open up Pandora’s box
for chances are
by all accounts that someone
amidst every crowd
has suffered from a horrid fate
of which they cannot yet relate
Thier trauma once again
is visited upon them
distancing them further still
as you insist
it’s your ~free will~
and that they should perhaps just ~chill~
Well, victims more than deserve freedom
but instead, they’re shirked and beaten
Human beings perpetually defeated
by a society so utterly unfathomably heedless
Their self-denounced abusers
asserting with such emphasis
their so-called ”rights”
which they imagine to exist
which tragically intend
to place their offenses
on those who have in fact
suffered by their offenses
As though somehow it were a choice
to have had lived through tragic fates
that innately instill
horrific post-traumatic feelings
fraught with fear
anxiety, unspoken pains we cannot see
suicidal thoughts now more distraught
and all of this for what?
So you can validate your selfishness
by disregarding poignant pleas
from broken-hearted victims
who now stand to suffer
ceaselessly as they traverse
this wretched, thoughtless universe
which treats the victims as the curse
and celebrates abusive verse?
So you can feel so free
to recklessly impose your putrid ignorance
like pestilence
you seem so curiously invested in?
As if you’re being bested
by the simplest of requests
as if it inflicts any stress
comparable to the victim’s duress
upon the advent of associative anguish
by abuse-inflicted reflex?
I truly hope that your own ego
is not such that you would forgo
even basic kindness and concern
for those who you might not know
for the sake of something so absurd
insisting these abusive words
should thus be heard
by victims already dejected and unnerved
presuming that your right to speak
should somehow more deserve protection
than the human beings
most of whom would never cause a scene
instead, they keep their pain inside
while you would flaunt your shameful pride
My friend
you need to get a clue
this issue isn’t about you
I beg thee
please get over yourself
and think for once of someone else
Don’t tread upon the mental health
of victims trapped in private hell
Dare not assume to know so well
the truths of which most never tell
precisely for the reasons
that you seem to be so much compelled
to stand here and defend
until the very death
with all your will
while victims still are made anew
but all you can think of is YOU
If only you would understand
these victims are your fellow man
let me restate that
ALL WOMEN
and since you seem unable
to consider things in terms I speak
perhaps were you able to see
these victims are as close to thee
indeed of your own family
and all your friends
who plainly see your indifference
to silent pleas
from all the pain they’ve suffered through
including that since caused by you
on more than one occasion too
But with your callous caustic mouth
and disregard, you’ve voiced aloud
the pain that they must always bear
has now become a source of shame
which further stifles any hope
for their plight ever to be spoken
which in turn allows for the abuse they’ve suffered
to persist perpetually
until they’ve broken
And for now
which you have as much as acted
as a type of willful co-conspirator
If you figure this to make them somehow less
then let us put it in your terms
so you can be the bigger person
which you then can ~prove~
by showing them that you refuse
to treat them like they’re worthless
Society has ever shown
that pain and suffering not known
to others is routinely thrown aside
its victims left alone
If we refuse to stand up tall
while watching others take the fall
we truly have forsaken all
and yet we dare to have such gall
to act as though we’ve any merit
whilst diminishing the spirit
of the hurt whilst acting
as though we ourselves are bold and fearless
HEAR THIS!
If you’re to know of courage
it won’t come from the disparaging
of those who’ve bravely faced such horror
life cannot replace
and yet you wear upon your face
a smirk so smug of such disgrace
Instead of wasting so much time
perfecting mindless schoolyard rhymes
that aim to somehow thus define
your status in the social climb
It’s best if you perhaps would try
to rise above the bottom line
and speak to others
words with kindness
in your heart
not by design
nor pantomiming words so cruel
that leave you looking like the fool
who disregards the circumstance
of extrinsic experience
Of these pleas do I grow weary
for they seem to breed contrary feelings
from the heartless egos
people cannot seem to let go
Understand that any time
you place regard for others behind
your own arbitrary wants
and then proceed to poke and taunt them
it will only ever serve to reveal
your own heart perverted
when such pain can be averted
you choose simply to desert them
The courtesy of politesse
is no longer of interest
for if you hear these words and balk
then I insist
thou must fuck off!
Beyond the Grave
often
we obscure our words
for fear
of truths
only they hold
unable to bear
the letters
staring back
so stark and cold
still
we must express
our feelings
lest we tend
our spirit’s death
ink
like blood
begins congealing
with every
unspoken breath
none would choose
to bear such burden
from an ivory tower
of pain
shattered tears
shall heed no warden
each and every
one the same
so it is
through words
thus written
pittances
of what pervades
dormant tales
awaiting
to be spoken
from beyond
the grave
Find a Way
do or don’t
it doesn’t matter
all the world’s will
yet won’t
try your best
or give up trying
don’t deny
that both are
moot
should you stay
or should you go
you shouldn’t
have to ask
to know
that
every woman
every man
and every fate
is ever damned
for love
will find a way
it’s true
to court
the death of me
and you
Please, Make It Stop
love is
a cancer
it cancels
out logic
we can’t
seem to stop it
from consuming
all
our minds
rarely consent
our hearts
inconsistent
its threat
ever constant
consigned
to its fate
Fucked
massive ball of chained steel
poised to impose its will upon me
perched beyond the nexus shadow
aimed to strike my solar plexus
on the flash of a doorstop dime
triggered by a thoughtless notion
it drops
piercing the air like a sonic flare
barreling down the arced pathway
faster than my thought can bear to answer its undoing
and in one searing soul-crush instant
it collides with my feeble world
shattering all preconceptions
every trenchant dissociation
dispersed into a worthless pile
of infantile abandon
til all that’s left behind
is the broken child
hiding from the hideous truth
writhing in a fetal coil of feces
the blunder was to not abort
now torn asunder
plunderous distortion
but none should be so fortunate
as fervid fiends must fuck fuck fuck
fuck without a second thought
fuck until the seed is shed
what breathes alone crawls from the bed
forethought flippantly forgone
in their putrid wake of ~amorous~ miasma
an afterthought as frivolous
as latent laughter
lost inside of lust’s pacification
forced to find its feral footing
in the aftermath of nurture’s negligent wrath
a product of an act so vile
fleeting as the morning fruit fly
feeding on the rotted flesh
besotted with the tainted milk
caked in honey layered filth
cast aside for pride’s comeuppance
supple skin begins to harden
lost and unattended in the garden
of dreams dissonant
deemed a tragic waste of space
fucked in every fucking way
that fucking can’t afford afflicting
upon a seeded egg defeated
shunned the freeing of the fetus
as long as everyone got fucked
then everything should be just fine
I DON’T THINK SO!
if we could state with fearless freedom
the truth that every woman knows
the cross that every woman bears
the pain that every woman suffers
it would still not yet suffice
the silence, violence, negligence
disparity, disquietude
the destitute condition
of a desperate society
destined to repeat the past
with exigence until at last
we will have set the final precedent
we will not go gentle into that good night
we will not stand aside
we will abide by what is right
and you will comply
no longer will you have your way
you’ve had your day for all of time
before, we roared, but none would listen
now we shall arise
accept no compromise
condemn the lies
convict the crimes
inflicted upon daughters
wives
sisters
mothers
friends
neighbors
strangers
ancestors
descendants
relentless
has been your assailing
tending to your biggest failing
rendering yourself invalid
by and of your own availing
eventually, you must understand
without women, there is not man
for we live on our mother’s earth
because our mothers gave us birth
there is no other savior, sir
existence is not heaven-sent
presently our plight has shown
what all women have ever known
that thirsty eyes and empty minds
bring idle hands to victimize
the innocent
the defenseless
without the fear
of consequence
the fallout
subsequently following
their lack of self-control
to sate their whim
they spend our souls?
I DON’T THINK SO!
now you must atone
Hidden Facets
There are many personas contained within each individual’s name which reveal themselves through, of all things, anagrams. Uncovering these hidden personas is an old pastime of mine. I now present to you the anagrams of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Feel free to interpret these as you wish…
- doldrum pant
- mud rod plant
- odd rum plant
- darn lump dot
- torn dad lump
- add torn lump
- plum odd rant
- lump and trod
- odd lamp runt
- mad porn lout
- odd palm turn
- torn lamp dud
- damn plod rut
- mad runt plod
- darn mud plot
- lard ton dump
- land dump rot
- old rant dump
- dolt ran dump
- rump and dolt
- dump lord ant
- lord damp nut
- old damp runt
- darn dump lot
- darn dolt ump
- dump lord tan
- pot drum land
- mud land port
- odd lump rant
- dun mold part
- dun tarp mold
- dun mold trap
- dun malt drop
- dun old tramp
- dun dram plot
- palm trod dun
- lynch a trillion
- nor a chilly lint
- archly loin lint
- i lynch oral lint
- horny lilac lint
- lint i call horny
- lit crony in hall
- an ill crony hilt
- alt crony in hill
- richly anon till
- charity inn loll
- trill in halcyon
- chilly loin rant
- no thrill in lacy
- ill thorn in clay
- holy rill cat inn
- a rich nylon lilt
- lint on rich ally
- lay rich toll inn
- all rich yon lint
- rally on nil itch
- i only rant chill
- only a trill inch
- ninth coil rally
- con inlay thrill
- i can roll thinly
- ill lynch ration
- loin lynch trail
- i lynch in a troll
- lynch all in riot
- nil to lynch lair
- lot in lynch lair
- ill tinny choral
- thy ill carol inn
- thy ill thorny clan
- hilly clan intro
- i thrill clan yon



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