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act change
atmospheric conditions apocalyptic sunsets we need an intermission to know things aren't quite done yet could merely be an act change or it could now be the end dynasty of the deranged was foolishly ushered in breaths held, bracing for impacts and the damage of their sins could merely be a new act or it could now be the end atmospheric conditions apocalyptic sunsets we need an intermission to know things aren't quite done yet could merely be an act change or this could now be the end don't normalize the deranged any more than they have been don't let them spew these attacks like some toxic take on spin could merely be a new act or this could now be the end atmospheric conditions apocalyptic sunsets we need an intermission to know things aren't quite done yet could merely be an act change or it could now be the end compulsions of the deranged go unchecked and unchallenged as such we must all fight back here against such greedy trends could merely be a new act or it could now be the end atmospheric conditions apocalyptic sunsets we need an intermission to know things aren't quite done yet how long must we entertain all these mad machinations could merely be an act change or last act of this nation (1/10/25)
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the hands on the face
the hands on the face leave traces of regret as time sets a pace that with grace, we've not met that leaves us displaced in its waste with the threat of being debased interlaced with its debts giving dimension unyielding, will betray without exemption it sets us to decay it makes no mention for what is there to say master of tension power on full display the hands on the face leave traces of regret as time sets a pace that with grace, we've not met that leaves us displaced in its waste with the threat of being debased interlaced with its debts having dominion beyond our scale and scope with no intention of easing off the rope one we don't mention is wrapped around our throat not an opinion nary a plea for hope the hands on the face leave traces of regret as time sets a pace that with grace, we've not met that leaves us displaced in its waste with the threat of being debased interlaced with its debts giving dimension unyielding, will betray without exemption it sets us to decay (1/0925)
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the altar of Zuck (our ignorance is willful)
we're deep in the era of the alternative fact been handed down from above there was no time to act so raise up your deflectors and decry and defame as the Facebook fact-checkers are retiring in shame we're deep in the era of talking out of one's ass done with anything but love still they're given a pass so raise up your deflectors up your derailing game cause the Facebook fact-checkers are retiring in shame our ignorance is willful it's our god-given right so dumb now that it's skillful and becomes an insight worthy of being offered at the altar of Zuck by those who don't see water and couldn't give a fuck we're deep in the era of just making this shit up found that it fit like a glove so we let it erupt now raise up your deflectors disabuse and disclaim for the Facebook fact-checkers have all died from their shame our ignorance is willful it's our god-given right so dumb now that it's skillful and becomes an insight worthy of being offered at the altar of Zuck by those who don't see water and couldn't give a fuck we're deep in the era of the alternative fact they're deep in the pockets, bruv and they ain't coming back so raise up your deflectors to disturb and to drain now the Facebook fact-checkers have all died from their shame our ignorance is willful it's our god-given right so dumb now that it's skillful and becomes an insight worthy of being offered at the altar of Zuck by those who don't see water and couldn't give a fuck (1/08/25)
#poetry#sociopolitical#the final hour#alternative facts#post truth era#facebook fact-checkers#mark zuckerberg#willful ignorance
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Team Temu (our cup runneth over)
hoist it up on your shoulders don't let them see you quit yes, our cup runneth over and they've filled it with shit like the swamps filled before that when they claimed they done good that too was nothing but crap that cost more than it should yes, was pretty much all crap that cost more than it should so make way for Team Temu to take over the Hill and just watch as they seem to make it all the worse still bidders fall over themselves to buy-in while its low Admin made up of incels and of fascist tech bros wave good-bye to compassion bid mercy a farewell both have gone out of fashion in this fascistic hell hoist it up on your shoulders don't let them see you quit yes, our cup runneth over but they've filled it with shit like the swamps filled before that when they claimed they done good that too was nothing but crap that cost more than it should yes, was pretty much all crap we lost more than we should it's the Dollar Tree Admin everything has to go but don't ask how this happened cause they don't wanna know you can see from the price tag that things are priced to move this American Reichstag rides the emperor's groove so wave good-bye to reason bid sanity farewell both have gone out of season since democracy fell hoist it up on your shoulders don't let them see you quit yes, our cup runneth over and they've filled it with shit like the swamps filled before that when they claimed they done good that too was nothing but crap that cost more than it should yes, was pretty much all crap that cost more than it should so make way for Team Temu to take over the Hill and just watch as they seem to make it all the worse still (1/08/25)
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the show it must go on
the show it must go on but the story's concluded it broke before the dawn as everything polluted the right became the wrong and cycles were repeated we knew it all along it's why we got so heated the show it must go on though this chapter's concluded the account overdrawn fees have been instituted the right became what's wrong hope itself was unseated we knew it all along but warnings went unheeded calling out for curtain in a panic set to brawl one thing is for certain it's not time for it to fall the show it must go on story's can be rebooted the final word belongs not to those who've colluded in right becoming wrong our grace being depleted we knew it all along still needs to be repeated calling out for curtain in a panic set to brawl one thing is for certain we've kept writing on the wall the show it must go on but stories must be rooted back before hope was gone and everything polluted the right became the wrong the greed and hate they feed it we knew it all along and we don't fucking need it calling out for curtain in a panic set to brawl one thing is for certain we're not here to let it fall calling out for curtain perceiving us as a threat one thing is for certain this show isn't over yet (1/07/25)
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wistful whims of winter (seasonally affected)
the wistful whims of winter weigh heavy on my days coldly kept at the center conniving in their ways 'til I begin to splinter and all my senses fray the wistful whims of winter these agents of decay seasonally affected disordered in the seams reasonably rejected there somewhere in between the daydream and the nightmare the shadow and the light praying that someone might care enough to temper night the wistful whims of winter weigh heavy on my days coldly kept at the center conniving in their ways 'til I begin to splinter and all my senses fray the wistful whims of winter these agents of decay seasonally affected disordered for the stint while feasibly protected by the verse's intent caught up between creation and deadly acts of war offered empty temptations so no one asks what for the wistful whims of winter weigh heavy on my days coldly kept at the center conniving in their ways 'til I begin to splinter and all my senses fray the wistful whims of winter these agents of decay seasonally affected disordered by the turn easily misdirected just by how much it burns the daydream and the nightmare the shadow and the light what began as a slight tear has ripped right through the night the wistful whims of winter weigh heavy on my days coldly kept at the center conniving in their ways 'til I begin to splinter and all my senses fray the wistful whims of winter these agents of decay seasonally affected disordered in the seams reasonably rejected there somewhere in between (1/06/25)
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the returned
was here the roads diverged when last the days made sense the mind and matter merged two have come and gone since count all the lessons learned this way has been lumbered for I am the returned days no longer numbered was here the roads diverged was here I crossed over and here I have emerged crimson on the clover for I am the returned days no longer numbered my release has been earned rolling like the thunder was here the roads diverged was forever marked hence I gave it to the words two have come and gone since count all the bridges burned I am unencumbered for I am the returned days no longer numbered was here the roads diverged never hesitated was here I faced the purge and patiently waited for I am the returned days no longer numbered as far as I'm concerned no longer held under was here the roads diverged where they come together the mind can slip and surge alter one's forever hear them sound like thunder count all the lessons learned days no longer numbered for I am the returned (1/05/25)
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the middle men (deny, defend, depose)
sparks of the revolution this keg of powder blows within the institution deny, defend, depose here we condemn the middle men this brittle win answers to sin so here begins the fiddled hymn for middle men that we condemn sparks of the revolution this keg of powder blows within the institution deny, defend, depose mercy suspends with middle men their little wins for chaos sends the means and ends through riddled lens for middle men mercy suspends sparks of the revolution this keg of powder blows within the institution deny, defend, depose they left us no solution such cruelty imposed sparks of the revolution deny, defend, depose here we condemn those little men brittle system's profit margins and so begins those fiddled hymns for little men that we condemn sparks of the revolution this keg of powder blows within the institution deny, defend, depose with such greed and pollution this battle cry echoes sparks of the revolution deny, defend, depose here we condemn this whole system (1/04/25)
#poetry#sociopolitical#the final hour#sparks#powder keg#revolution#insurance#deny defend depose#greed#profit margins#for profit healthcare#systemic issues#systemic failures#universal healthcare
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elder roots
I seed the grounds believing in the elders and their roots the brass fathers are scheming how to pillage and pollute they offer little comfort all their ravages for show was always going to hurt pain is all the fathers know the elder ways returning and the elders are in tow they have seen the fires burning watched them consume men and grow our avarice concerning now all that we know is greed too long all we've been learning and it's set us up to bleed the elder ways returning with the elders and their screed they've felt all of our yearning are responding to the need apathy's disconcerting and we've so much here to grieve chances are also hurting for any sort of reprieve I seed the grounds believing in the elders and their roots the brass fathers are scheming how to pillage and pollute they offer little comfort all their ravages for show was always going to hurt pain is all the fathers know the elder ways returning and the elders are in tow they have seen the fires burning watched them consume men and grow (1/04/25)
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and the dealer takes three
past, present, and future last remnant producer sat across from the dealer all eyes were on the cards was searching for a healer for days kept hitting hard which brought me to the tables with all their games of chance where many are unable to move passed circumstance and as such I make my choice or does the choice make me place my bet, give it my voice and the dealer takes three past, present, and future last content consumer sat across from the dealer long broken into shards each turn had their own meter the cadence of the cards which sounded on the table and signaled a new tide like pages of a fable a story held inside and I take them at their word or is it they take me all is coming to the verge and the dealer takes three past, present, and future last remnant producer sat across from the dealer no time to give regards the fates, the true scene-stealers playing there on the cards resonate from the table with all their circumstance seeing as I'm unable to win these games of chance and as such I make my choice or does the choice make me as I give all of my voice and the dealer takes three past, present, and future last content consumer sat across from the dealer all eyes were on the cards (1/02/25)
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the luminescence (behold the lost light-bringers)
witness to the luminescence fading coldly in the night agents of the evanescence and of humanity's blight came to teach the world a lesson came to give the world a fight a moment of indiscretion caustic council on the right now behold the lost light-bringers as they face the wounded child and see the way their light lingers as it's witnessed in the wild they were never the right singers but they sang out in the streets so behold the lost light-bringers as they suffer their defeat and behold the last lamplighter waiting for the light they bear we recast him as a fighter although he was unaware from the brood of the backbiters got his first taste of the meat so behold the last lamplighter as he hastens to retreat witness to the luminescence fading coldly in the night agents of the evanescence and of humanity's blight came to teach the world a lesson came to give the world a fight a moment of indiscretion caustic council on the right so behold the lost light-bringers as we march them to the grave no longer does their light linger in the echoes of the brave and the rest feel a slight sting per accepting we aren't complete now behold the lost light-bringers as we bring them to defeat then behold the last lamplighter waiting for the light they bore was recast as an insider based on all the masks he wore even after the fall transpired he kept walking the same beat so behold the last lamplighter his failure so indiscreet witness to the luminescence fading coldly in the night agents of the evanescence and of humanity's blight came to teach the world a lesson came to give the world a fight a moment of indiscretion caustic council on the right now behold the lost light-bringers as they face the wounded child (1/1/25)
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new year, who dis
new year, who dis give it your twist it's here, a bliss acropolis old mood, new kicks now make it stick shit's good, it hits so make it fit stronghold, it's bold fortune favored reload the code it's fate flavored and so it goes hating haters we know the flow when it's savored new year, who dis seal with a kiss it's here, a bliss acropolis old mood, new shit now make it stick it's through and hits so claim it quick stronghold, it's gold testing mettle corrodes the node it unsettles and so it goes pot and kettle between the scenes pulling petals new year, who dis give it your twist it's here, a bliss acropolis old mood, new kicks now make it stick shit's good, it hits so make it fit stronghold, it folds without passion the sum of one can be fashioned and so it goes with compassion that all stand tall taking action new year, who dis seal with a kiss it's here, a bliss acropolis old mood, new shit now make it stick it's through and hits so claim it quick (12/31/24)
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right here, right now (beginning at the end)
right here at the precipice a promise in the making the last here for exodus all its promises breaking clear the stage for the curtain now beginning at the end the coming is uncertain and the going lets it in always leaves the door open for the entry of its kin with revelers outspoken ushers of the hope again right now at the precipice a promise in the making the last here for exodus all its promises breaking set the course that is to come while reflecting on what has as all of the flames of one now curate the other's ash moving passed what has been done 'neath the cinders of the past emerging to rays of sun hope will be there holding fast right here at the precipice a promise in the making the last here for exodus all its promises breaking rise above ash and ember touch the sky and breathe anew start again but remember everything that was gone through wounds will be raw and tender still yet they will each serve to remind us of their senders and the way those people do right now at the precipice a promise in the making the last here for exodus all its promises breaking clear the stage for the curtain letting all the ushers in the dawn of the uncertain now beginning at the end (12/31/24)
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your bro-nuts make you go nuts
the study was informal was conducted over years what's causing this new normal with its constant state of fear the tech-bros mapped and app'd it and the data was quite clear our new national habit it was all fostered right here aggression is the watchword sets your system to corrupt yes, things are getting awkward nature is giving it up and nurture has been diffused through deep misogynist cuts which has led us to conclude that bro-nuts make you go nuts a sagging sack of sadness sitting there between our legs the cause of so much madness these two fleshy powder kegs the study was informal but rest assured it was done we made this the new normal not the rifle, talking gun it's all part of the package that we claimed was all for fun and now there's no safe-passage there is nowhere we can run a busted bag of badness sitting there between our legs slow descent into madness with these fleshy powder kegs aggression is the watchword fuse is lit, they will erupt and now I've made it awkward just bringing the subject up as nature sets the stages for what nurture can't disrupt yes, testicular rages your bro-nuts make you go nuts a sagging sack of sadness sitting there between our legs the cause of so much madness these two fleshy powder kegs we're a nation that was forged of this fleshy fortitude our identity was gorged on these foundations of dude influences we ignored hoping they'd be misconstrued but which we cannot afford to keep a blind eye turned to a busted bag of badness sitting there between our legs slow descent into madness with these fleshy powder kegs we see old Sammy sagging a couple inches of fuse like Boston, still teabagging see it daily on the news the flame is getting closer and still we look on confused these bombs will be game over that's just what explosives do a sagging sack of sadness sitting there between our legs the cause of so much madness these two fleshy powder kegs we set it as the measure and the marker of our guts we sat back and took pleasure at each time they would erupt aggression is the watchword for we know that it corrupts and, not to make it awkward, but bro-nuts make you go nuts a busted bag of badness sitting there between our legs slow descent into madness with these fleshy powder kegs the study was informal and methods are elusive nothing about it's normal the data is conclusive (12/30/24)
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the king he fell in Hamburg (all hail the impostor)
the king he fell in Hamburg and the crown it rolled til June lessons would set the standards but we learned them all too soon was not a peaceful transfer there beneath the blood red moon was stained just like our hands were and the cancers spread for doom so all hail the impostor the fragile and fraudulent we cannot pay the costs, sir not with what they represent the king he fell in Hamburg and the red lights lit the scene we came looking for answers but they were not what they seemed we adjusted our stance per all of that which had been seen was stained just like our hands were and the cancers fed the dream so all hail the impostor the fragile and fraudulent we cannot pay the costs, sir not with what you represent the king he fell in Hamburg the crown was unrequited we lessened all the standards the course could not be righted lachrymose tiny dancer your tears keep them delighted all stained just like our hands were and the cancers collided so all hail the impostor the fragile and fraudulent we cannot pay the costs, sir not with what they represent the king he fell in Hamburg and it put the crown in play there was no peace to transfer but they transferred anyway the blood red moon had answered and there was no more to say was stained just like our hands were and the cancers led the way so all hail the impostor the fragile and fraudulent we cannot pay the costs, sir not with what you represent (12/29/24)
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last resort
I touched the light the light touched me I set my sights for all to see and in the cage that time forgot molded by rage I took my shot I touched the light the mood was strange for in the night found myself changed behind the bars that time endures I sought the stars for all their cures he took the chance with stock and strain for one last dance one more refrain I touched the light it set me free was that midnight or was that me a bartered cell of time carved stone meant to dispel what cut to bone he took the chance with stock and strain for one last dance one more refrain he spoke it plain through task and tort how this became his last resort I touched the light it realigned and in that rite I was resigned accept the cage pay over time forgotten page and broken rhyme he took the chance with stock and strain for one last dance one more refrain he spoke it plain through task and tort how this became his last resort (12/26/24)
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the empty (I gave it smoke and mirror)
I gave it smoke and mirror a balm of pill and powder thought I was getting nearer for things were getting louder needed a bit of filler wasn't part of my power the final act a killer on a night of doom and dour was always there, the empty indifferent, indecent capitulating plenty I came to it obeisant hid from the storm clouds gathered deep within those of my own the pace was all that mattered once the flames had set the tone I gave it smoke and mirror a balm of pill and powder thought things were getting clearer but just were getting louder this hole needed a filler to counter its grim power the final act a killer don gowns of gloom and glower is always there, the empty intractable, indulgent gave it everything in me took that which was effulgent so light, I hadn't any beneath the clouds of pathos the battles fought were many I bid the shadows stay close I gave it smoke and mirror a balm of pill and powder thought I was getting nearer for things were getting louder needed a bit of filler wasn't part of my power the final act a killer on a night of doom and dour still it is there, the empty insatiable, indolent and will be there to tempt me to pile upon the torment sang out the coward's chorus as sparks emerged and savored a heart that's weak and porous and now no longer favored I gave it smoke and mirror a balm of pill and powder thought things were getting clearer but just were getting louder (12/23/24)
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