Monday, October 3, 2016

Hive Inconceivable Mind: Response From Where Lies Hide I

Audio discriminate response
      Recording of an itch willingly dressed appalling closet up
 Hidden dialogue of two too long one... 

Response to an unaddressed question
Lingering in thin vanquished hope air
'we haven't been...' auditory response resolves to go on
'what you call "in love"or a long while...does she know that?' 
quanders the supposed off resilient of earnestly against offence air... host
paying her every unreported moment of breathe... homage
Given to her chromosome back truamatic ally mother born lineage
Fear and power giving license to her words
From rape she was born half forever cold
Honest more than the legitimate most
With her origin ghost wound story
The demon spawned no paws
'She knew it... first'

Acknowledging dishernestly
His head vacantly bows
Shame... or is it another lie
Bestowed upon a humble listener
To the crimes of the unsympathetically rich
Riddling pathways of doubt upon the honestly poor
Whom for all their best tolerances of ill intentions
Shall never mend under the genderless succubus
Whose seasons of greed endlessly seduce
Intoxication of circumstance
Is their heartless regime
From on high
They watch us bleed

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Hive Mind: Fifty Shades of Love's Deception II

She knew it first,

     That our black and nineteen fifty's white relationship had relinquished the love had requiem dream switched an uncharted distance of malignant time ago, Our unmendable rudder drove fast through too many harsh incomprehensible waters alone, Whilst the other self travelled to wrestle all of the debt to sorcery oceanic mirage pay the demons momentarily away; at least keeping them another faceless memory day unrecognizable to either in hind undesigned by love's ability to appease sight's appreciation of another beyond the unfathomable bay - of solitude - Wherein drown the hope of both distinctly unique and once yet no spitefully longer unfamiliar sailing kindred who by woven hollow vow and ring of faded stone became unwilling unless by day to unending death walk less than half an attempt of every pumping inch of an amputated heart's courage to crawling through the mire away...

In lieu of our participation in,
Crawling towards one another...
Despite the woes,
Despite the distance!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Hive Mind: The Mirror Stands Shouting II

Unextended aspirations, 

       She barely felt every more than the lesser half of okay, Unnaturally deflected of all mirror granted esteem, Mostly because of a heritage woven to supplant every positive emotion save the will to slave for middle soulless unclassified existence away, Up an invisible ladder of a man never known she was to climb, Mouth or genitals to any demon or monster she was to give herself away, In order to be validated in appraisal under her father's swollen demon cock regime of a generation born to willingly fall systematically asleep to awareness, compassion and shame.

In lieu of our participation in,

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Hive Mind: The Mirror Stands Shouting

Grinning in the unnatural reflection,

       Unextended aspirations to change for anyone or anything, Usurply planted a battle disciplined little memory single instance never weapon or word dismantled thing ground wherein survives the raw gut emotional context of a powerful independent being, Evolved from unnatural terror things and interviews with the mirror she's renowned only unto herself for a rebirth from an uncivilised upbringing and a hideous terror.

In lieu of our participation in,
Letting the rapists off easy...
Too easy...

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Hive Family Mind: Swelling Black Appendage II

Signature resigned from love,

      She's aching in the impossible to over come the chill forgetful heritage battle winds of a broken act of trust upbringing, Wings of gloom spread as winds hurricane dismantling all faith in compassion's pair becoming one...

In lieu of our participation in,
Raising nightmares in a battleground of demons!

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Hive Family Mind: Swelling Black Appendage I

If she knew love first...

      There wouldn't be of need for a cure to the most common itch, A daughter aching for a son's heart; both grown all too bitter and cold. Anxious and complaisant in a heritage of silence so swollen from an ilk never awoken from a compassionless regime.

In lieu of our participation in,
Raising children without...

Friday, September 9, 2016

If I die before I wake: I pray my poetry into account thee take!