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Cold Words: Tortured

09/11/2018 // 18 Comments

    I make bad choices. I never think more than once. Consequences never matter, until my regret regurgitates and splatters. I’m a tortured individual. Numb. Desperate. Cold, that’s what my reflection told. I have no one else to believe, but myself. I’m a tortured individual. No one else to blame, but myself. Someone like me needs no enemies, because I have myself.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Improvise Mesmerize

07/06/2018 // 11 Comments

  I don’t know what I’m going to write. Many thoughts come to mind, I don’t care if I’m right. My creativity is at stake, now is the time to design every mistake. Think too much and the expression will be convoluted. Doubt makes the message diluted. Someone has something to say. Read my inner voice. The words are never my choice. If I can’t fly, I’ll crash and die. Soar above the landscape of my imagination. Don’t need no damn destination.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Blue Crocodile

06/19/2018 // 8 Comments

  Sharp teeth. Cold blood. Scales and claws. If you see bubbles on the water, try not to scream! I’m just prowlin’ through the dirty mud.   I love to lounge in the rays of the Sun. It’s just me, though. No one is ever around. The birds or tasty mammals, they look at me…turn and run.   Don’t ignore my sharp eyes. Don’t be in denial. There’s a cool reptile lookin’ through you. I’m not in the mood too eat! Please just listen to my song— the endangered cry of a blue crocodile.   Leather jacket and shades. Mouth full of [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’

06/18/2018 // 6 Comments

    Sittin’ in my car, ridin’ down the street, Volume turned up, accelerator depressin’, Get out of my damn way, or you’ll be splattin’. I’m goin’ somewhere, don’t know where I’m goin’, Window rolled down, breeze playin’. Speedin’ down the road, headlights glowin’, Destination nowhere, engine blowin’. Don’t care if I’m smackin’ a brick wall, Someone start towin’, I’m just cruisin’ for a bruisin’.           [Click Here To Read Article...]

Nuclear Distractor

03/05/2018 // 6 Comments

    I’m gonna tell ya something a little problematic. A little catastrophic. I’m gonna spell out our doom, taken out by a big boom—electronic and atomic. Molecular confusion—we call it ‘particle fission’. Forced to breathe political ash, And it’s all because of a fucking World War 3 clash.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Street Smartz

02/25/2018 // 9 Comments

  Ring ring ring, the school bell is ringing. Don’t be late! Open your textbook to page 208. Raise your hand. Try not to be ignorant, Or you’ll upset the tie-wearing tyrant. Scratch down those squiggly sentences—scribble-scrabble on the chalkboard, Never disobey your classroom lord.   Same old same old cookie-cutter information, Raise your hand—no way, no way—this ain’t for class participation. Aim a finger outside and say, “this may come as a total shocker but I left my textbook in my fuckin’ locker.” Make your point and use your street [Click Here To Read Article...]

Smack Talk

02/18/2018 // 9 Comments

1, 2, 3, here we go, Come up, step up, look down at me, Up against a wall. Nowhere to flee. Pop open your mouth like a switchblade—dull intimidation. Winning is my sharp justification.   Shut up, step back, listen to me, Turn around and walk— Or get bitch-slapped by my smack talk. Keep pressin’ and I’ll keep messin’, Your destiny is facedown on the sidewalk…outlined in dusty white chalk.   Listen up, sit down, I’ll show you how it’s done. Get inside your head—nowhere to run. This is all just a mind game. Some of us talk to have fun. You lost [Click Here To Read Article...]

Weapon of Mass Instruction

02/04/2018 // 12 Comments

Intercontinental ballistic antagonistic, tyrant mouths spitting the same old music. Hollow rhetoric makes everyone sick, especially if you believe a chauvinistic prick.   Education defuses media destruction, launch your weapon of mass instruction. Protect true knowledge from political corrosion, or sit back and watch our broadcasted extinction.   They’ll start a war. They’ll take it personal. The winner will be the one with the biggest nuclear arsenal. Combustible egos—dry and fissile. Collateral civilization burned by a Hellfire missile.       [Click Here To Read Article...]