Training

Our link is a weakling, is leaking its ichor,

What once healed with brightness transformed to an eyesore.

My tone would have tried for a bad-ass purgation,

But bad aspiration filled tenor with stridor.

Constriction by ambiance killed the ambition

To activate gravitas, howl an emission.

The penchant for plainchant compliance is ancient,

Contrived an arrangement to gain my submission.

Cadenza got stuck underneath the credenza,

Impromptu agenda could not be addenda.

Familiar ritual lessened my deftness,

Prepared my ineptness by growing amentia.

Daruma will never have retinal rivals,

Prosperity's countenance--moribund--idles.

No longer divinely entwined, we are splitting.

Conditioned for quitting, I'm stifled by trifles.

The Type of Jack Show, Episode 04

Jack may rant, and refer to himself as Jake.

Corrections: "A rod will supplant a plot" can also mean a weapon superseding a plan (by hitting).  Jack forgot to mention this.


Bell Sink II

Accept III

Rightly born in eighty-one, I wasn't born like any son.

Form was torn from hateful sun.  My plasma flows to loathe and shun.

Constant acting has me stunned; miasma grows like magic fund.

Choler hopes the collar soaks on folks who can't be over-dunned.

Sober run is overdone; it's over, done for every one

Not deserving any time.  They earned a spurt but took a tun.

Lying breath maneuvers deftly, weapons built by aero-craft

Rip to pilfer chunks of trust--potential bonds are tattered, gaffed.

Threshold threatens chokehold, patience strangled, crunching, broken cells.
Counter grip to limit hit delimits that which calm compels.

Flesh and bone of selfish neck I crush, demote to fabled mess.

Dying like a mangled bug, you're stuck in Karmic carmine dress.

Essentially

Ignis fatuus left me fatuous,
Mind like statue is firm and fastuous.
I will capture this; nay, enrapture this.
Trek is cavernous, maybe hazardous.

Folds in labyrinth course like colocynth,
Dropping habits with gall for copralith.
Thus, my option is running optionless--
Past was nocuous, cut with awkwardness.

Pending awesomeness brags an opulence:
"Trash your penitence!  Have magnificence!
Risk is little for bliss unlimited--
Be not timid nor feel dispirited!"

I'm no optimist, have no tolerance
Hosting obstacles boasting ponderance.
But the promise of love preponderance
Keeps me braving your chary operance.

Some Good

My thought will flop,

A glottal stop

Has cut me off.

I cannot scoff.

Some bottled romp

Brought awesome pomp

To stomp the cause

Of talking flaws.

Parade of zest

Invades my chest.

The vein expressed

Can't feign repressed.

Charade invents

Humane intents.

My brain distends

To gain amends.

The main effect

Conveys respect

To place a check

On days I wreck.

A mood attuned

To glue a wound

Is soon resumed

By due consumed.

I'll woo the room

With anti-gloom,

Recant my use

Of you abuse.

The Type of Jack Show, Episode 03 (featuring Bill Sigler)

Jack, Rhyann, and Bill discuss poetry on the phone.  Bill is an eloquent guy.

Websites mentioned in this episode:

Poet Tree

Shay's Word Garden

The Storialist

The Walking Man

SoJourn(al)

Photographs from a White Space

The poem of Bill's Jack mentioned:

Rainy Day Memory

The Type of Jack Show, Episode 02

Jack from typeofjack.com will read three poems and discuss poetry.

The poems:

The Tired Monk and the Leaves

Muddled Mimes

From Jack-in-Irons to Thee or Freya

Websites mentioned in this episode:

Humbucker Poems

Abin's Literary World

Corrections: Rhyann meant to say "lilt."  And "Norse," probably.

The Type of Jack Show, Episode 01

Jack from typeofjack.com will read three poems and discuss poetry.

The poems:

And the Angels Flew

Pretty Please

Vegan Wizard


Websites mentioned in this episode:

Kim Nelson Creates

The Storialist

Poet Tree

Humbucker Poems

Formal Blog


Corrections: "And the Angels Flew" is not "essentially free verse."  It is a formal poem.  Also, Jack is woefully unfamiliar with the Apostles' Creed.

Finally

She grabbed him by the epaulet

To wet his ear.  An epithet

Was spat through ruse of etiquette.

"You stupid fuck, you'll die."

Her grit would be antithesis

Of having plight of Sisyphus.

If boulders met that impetus,

Their shattered parts would fly.

His envy kept her prisoner;

Resentment filled abyss in her.

When umbrage sought inhibitor,

A thumb transformed an eye.

Encounter

The widow winnowed down her pick

Of things to go below the ground.

"A knife," she said.  "Four more," she said.

"In Heaven, boxes won't stay bound."

He freed the lids on gifts for kids

And whittled pencils to a point.

He sawed some bread, cut fraying thread,

And pruned the branches at the joint.

His spirit rose toward Heaven's height,

Alight with glowing flight he climbed

Those airy rungs.  His humming lungs

Were blithe--communal sighing-timed.

An evil presence trailed a scent,

Then trailed ascent to Heaven's ledge.

They followed him, their purpose grim,

Usurping demons hissed a pledge.

"We'll stalk until we're shown the way--

Immortal portal we must strike!

We'll roundly whelm oppressive realm

With hellish club and wicked pike.

We hate the Lord of Lords who built

A world to sing and praise one name.

Such envy drives our bitter lives,

To plunder glory is our aim."

Their sneering was the facial cross

Of warthog and a Conger eel.

With weapons drawn, they floated on,

Sought realness for a vague ideal.

Postmortem man observed the chase,

A gang of monsters plotting coup.

The ten of them he would condemn

With every move he knew to do.

"I guess protecting Heaven shall

Become a duty I must bear.

No creatures' scheme can kill the dream

I have of touching sacred air.

My empty hand you could withstand,

But love enclosed some proper help.

I'll now unsheath my metal teeth--

The bite that comes is from no whelp."

What Happens

That swish of hair is cleansing like a February wind.

My sin I would rescind.  For you, my skin I would exscind.

But languor sprouts a leaden ivy.  Strangulating chains

Create a massy shackle that denatures and detains.

My dreams could split a planet with a cuspidated wave,

I don't know why I'd plan that but for boasting theta-glaive.

Or maybe I'd decollate, slice a deity instead,

See peaceful, healing stream descend from deadened, floating head.

The chopping-off of cosmic top is easier to dream

Than scenes involving both of us together as a theme.

No truthful bonding ties us, nisus hailing from my side

Is failing to unite us, sloth is keeping me denied.

Infinite Idea

He can't awake.  A wake of buzzards wait to start a wake.

Their drive is like a nebu coat; this finish will not flake.

Their metal beaks and stomach parts can eat his boots and bone.

In death he'll bleed and come apart till lungs and heart are shown.

They peck his offal pieces, rend a mess of peccant flesh.

When mashed, those awful pieces plainly being can refresh.

Cathartes aura lend cathartic aura, cloak of light,

Impart a spiny outline--shining shreds till things are right.

I left my prior self to die when ire cleft my poise.

I dosed him with a sarin-ade to drown unruly noise.

No dirge he will deserve, digestive tract has been reserved.

Disgraceful temper shat to ground--no bit of youth preserved.

Vegan Wizard

A hamburger, a harbinger

Of things my humble armature

Will not defend.  No arbiter

Can help amend

Impulsive trend.

A vegetable comestible

Would safely rate "acceptable"

And not be fast rejectable

By solar blast

I love to cast.

Like Cerberus, I'm murderous--

My urge could burn a third of us.

That steak tartare found Tartarus,

A penal char

From tact ajar.

Undoing

I am eating the light

Like a sun-worshipped cat

Who is yawning and fat.

If the beam is too bright

I'll have eyelids benight.

They're accustomed to that.

I'll be universe big

When these branches extend,

Machinations impend 

To grow Yggdrasil wig.

See my cranial rig

Through creation ascend!

I will lattice my whim

In the trivial scheme,

Bring convivial theme

To a pretense so grim.

We'll recoup till we brim

A once hollow esteem.

My telepathy tree
Will be striking the set
Of this demagogue threat.
To watch demigods flee,
We'll destroy the marquee
And its titles forget.

We are worthy of worth.

Egomaniac trait

That is used to deflate

Our identity's girth

I'll reduce to a dearth.

Then I'll wake to a fete.

Beyond

I.

You drew some blood.  A gruesome flood poured out

From both my nostrils.  Brief sangria spout

Preceded quite a heavy mucus load.

Your levy cued a levee to explode.

Vibration blurred my outline, could have sawed

The hardest armor, skived the hide of god.

A driving plot began to stir each cell

And guide my body's turn to purge, rebel.

When you were gone, I opened up the fridge,

Frustration grew, which I could not abridge.

A plastic pitcher pulled this prompt response:

Unfastened zipper; drip to drop, ensconce.

My penis cried its swift urea tears,

Then genius tried a shift from old arrears.

(Throughout the years, diluting instant tea

Accrued amusement via lengthy spree.)

You stole from me, the tax was never lax

And grabbed up all the chances to relax.

My nonage had no knowledge of relief,

Through bondage bore your nonsense-born belief.

Enlisting fist or spit or random skelp

As method best professing zest to help

Resisted any logic.  You should die,

Desist from your existence.  I'll deny

Compassion just like you refused to own

That which you did.  I know no clueless drone.

Those no-nos were ignoble motions meant,

Noetic defect honed by your intent.

A sample list would have examples missed,

Like ample kicks and trampled kid dismissed.

Your hiking boot, it left a dermal print,

Memento pressed by fleshed, infernal mint.

Potatoes, peas--remainder dotting plate--

Conflicted with the prior stuff I ate.

My stomach wrenched, withholding hold.  I felt

Upheaval.  Sludge was there to ram, bepelt,

And pummel my mucosa.  Lining wailed,

Then warring organ balked.  A launch prevailed.

Disgorging warm disorder on the floor

Presented me a second helping or

A fecund belt begetting many welts.

(I told myself regretting any belts

Was old behavior.)  Tile met my knee.

You screamed at me to eat.  You had to see

Your step-son use a fork for slurping puke.

For this, I carry more than mere rebuke.

(My mouth could feel the shock of cooling pool,

As though the tines were dragged in Jotunn drool.)

When details rip amnesia, gurgle through,

I wonder how much wergild I could do.

II.

I'm feeling artistic, a bit dyslogistic.

Dislodging your ribs till you're not monolithic

Has entered my musing; a core should be broken,

Its torso torn out like a roast with the bone in.

But body as fodder for Dada won't render

The reason you wanted esprit to surrender.

A seminal threat to the genital region

In general speeds up confession-cohesion.

I'd tie you with rope to a chair in the basement--

My underground lair of revenge and debasement.

The distance created by blading a cestus

Could clip my suspicion of touching your testis.

Your oblong anomalies probably transmit

A sudden cachexia free of an ambit.

Some gloves could allow a barrage till I'm giddy

From answers you give me on why you were shitty.

The stabbing would likely inspire some lying,

But payoff would come from the mortified crying.

So after performing my rough laceration

I'd laugh that you're leaking from subclass' serration,

Then spit imprecation from rictus inflicting

The ultimate imagery done for afflicting.

Sincerely, activity I was describing

Is fabulous, merely chimera's inscribing.

Maturity hardened a floe of emotion

That fatally froze my despicable notion.

Predictable slogan of "fighting for closure"

Was crafting my sanity's grand discomposure.

If you died a tyrant or deified father

Of misery, specter would certainly bother

Forever.  No vengeance can cleanse the infection

Rejecting perspective's corrective reflection.

Admittedly, history ownership fled me,

I let you beset me with frenzy, which bled me.

I clawed at my eyelids when surely retaining

A grip on my life is what should have been reigning.

Reclaiming the prior events that were ceded

Can start with the chopping of legend I seeded.

Omnipotent villain is killed by a backhand!

Though proud of my knuckles, I'm waiting to grandstand.

The giant I swatted fell down as expected,

And here is the triumph--he stands, resurrected.

Cantankerous caitiff replaces cadaver,

He's witless and wandering, wanting to blather.

He talks of the Step-code, commitment to violence,

I grab both his shoulders to manage compliance.

"The moments you took will be in my possession,

No longer the spoils of cruelty obsession.

I'm turning your being to memory-jetsam;

Regarding comeuppance, I won't help you get some.

A freebie was owed me, so that's why I hit you.

Our bond is depleted...I fucking forgive you."

Someone I Met or Imagined

Her mouth shat gravel,

Channeled the ghost

Of a track loader choked by asthma.

My ears felt stricken,

Horribly dosed

By a figment-enriched miasma.

Her look was paleness,

Typhoid-meringue,

Just a pile of slime gelating.

A finger poke would

Tear like parang

Then keep wholeness and flesh from mating.

She seemed allergic--

Deathly averse--

To accountable course of movement.

She held eternal
Blame to disburse,
Was no pupil of self-improvement.

We're soundly separate;
Probably one
Of the primary things about me

That's so unlike her:
Infinite fun
From a judgment employed devoutly.

As background figure,
"Nothing to fret"
Is the utmost I can affect her

(Though my conviction
Pushes to let
Some analysis nigh dissect her.)

Comfortable

It's unlikely that Tyche will like me.  Thus far

She incited her pikeman to pike me.  No scar

Can solidify rightly when wounding is set

To forever.  I have no endeavor.

When reality stabs, I prefer to divert

My awareness away from the sedulous hurt.

I'm incredulous, doubting my tremulous bone.

No reposure is winning composure.

I am sessile, no longer a vessel of go,

And have nestled to wrestle with worry.  I trow

That my happenstance, routed by deity's laugh,

Has been sacking my zeal, so I'm lacking.

Fated

The gods deposit a glowing coin

In the slot of horizon to swiftly join

A landscape and shadow in ambient sable.

The remnant of daytime is fading to fable.

We stumble, succor of lamp is brusque,

For the pressure of nighttide made shine subfusc.

Our censure is blind, we're unable to narrow

Precisely which footfall set nature to harrow.

We have no opening spared by murk

When the vapory pitch does invasive work.

We're losing the lumens from soul of a human

As blackness disbands each ethereal lumen.

Beyond a gap in diurnal light,

This internal attack is supernal plight.

With quiddity riddled, empyrean sentry

Will quickly forbid my empyrean entry.

Shut Up

Strands of cure-all hanging down can cleanse the crap in sullied neck.

No recompense for wreck of sense; my throat exploded, spreading dreck.

Bearing larynx such as mine (a portal warping kind intent)

Was warranting forlornness.  Ugly vibe was spry, would not relent.

Love descends, a fibrous siphon pulling up reverse cascade,

Solution from the quiet siren culling call of lingual raid.

Brush and whisper, hushing timbre, join to guard us from my voice.

The pulchritude that you exude from scalp can help me.  I rejoice.

Sufficient

That bastard is a basilisk,

And death rays come from open lid.

He'll fast be rid of facile risk,

A glance forbids that which you've bid.

To him, this mob's an ornament,

He'll corpse the horde of your decor.

The trinkets will adorn his list

Of items spilled on mortal floor.

He'll soon prevent all retinues

From feeding you your fake respect.

A strobe-effect of global death

Will flash to lash mimetic sect.

He sees the whole, how everything

You seize to hold, you'll cease to own.

When league of cronies leave you lone

They'll leave you prone to fleeting throne.

Bio-graphic

That cake knife

Will take life,

Make ache rife to ground him.

A greatly

Deflated

Elation impounds him.

A sordid

Assortment

Is vying for courtship,

There's corn chips

And porn clips

And idols to worship.

Distraction

Detracted

From valid commitment,

Compacted

The impact

Of mental equipment.

Assenting

To lessen

His ardor concluded

With partner

Discarded

And take-backs precluded.

No payback

Was suited

For using consumption

As something

To summon

Another's absumption.

She saved him,

Forgave him,

When suicide bluffing

Enslaved him,

Became him,

Brought patience rebuffing.

His shortcut,

The cutting,

Had shortened his study

Of gentle

Expression

That's verbal, not bloody.

He'd bully

By bleeding,

His reason depleting,

"You'll listen

Or lose me,"

He kept on repeating.

She listened,

But not for

The threat of his ending.

She loved him,

Believed that

A change was impending.

Her answer

To metal

And glass he would brandish

Was deeming

Her judgment

The answer to banish.

Requital

Was simple:

Distinctive admittance--

A tincture,

A pittance,

Of thankful submittance.

But when he'd

Recover,

A "thank you" was absent,

Then nagging

Would smack her,

Would daily seem nascent.

Her counsel

And comfort

Were both unrequired

To cancel

Or cover

What fury inspired.

His only

Objectives

Were fuss and coercion,

Despite them

Protecting

His solitaire version.

He took and

He took and

He took till she quit him,

Without new

Condolence,

She could not acquit him.

Until a

New victim

Can give him attention,

Subversive

Diversion

Will mimic sustention.

Actually

At the Redbox rental kiosk, ninny held his woman tightly.

Such a dull, judgmental peon, with his panic showing sprightly.

So protective when that trophy is a thing I scoff at nightly.

If a woman wants some worth, she'll be ignoring me forthrightly.

I could love a common person were I birthed of common matter,

But instead my one perspective seems to only anti-flatter.

I would rather scratch a scab until it spits out angry splatter

Than go humor useless human via vigor-chipping chatter.

I want rareness, full awareness.  Cunning, careful, vibrant speaking.

Not a drone that goads my cruellest mode to show then start critiquing.

Disappointment spread a theme throughout the very act of seeking.

I expect to be alone.  Selective trend is far from peaking.

Internal

I.

They'll wrest from me the rest of me,

Arrest the restful breath in me.

Obsessed with me, they're testing me,

Embedding extra mess in me.

They clawed aplomb to alter me,

Installing fault.  Integrity

Has faltered. Lost stability

Is costing clear validity.

My super-sheer solidity

Met supershear stupidity.

The fracture cracked ability

To fend against conspiracy.

Tectonic talk, geology,

I'll bond with creature imagery

To fitly feature quandary

That flaunts a haunting constancy.

II.

The wildebeest I will to be

Would kill to see menagerie

Of killer beasts, then, happily,

Impale a captive family.

Instead, there's no captivity,

No gloating captor's revelry.

Just bacon weave betraying me,

A welcome mat for slaying me.

You Should Be Insulted

He will triple the stress like a rabid Molossus

By thrashing your balance.  Depression colossus

Can chomp on carotid of calm till necrotic

Remains turn to rotting--he'll leave you neurotic.

You're an idiot waiting for masterful drainer

To empty your spirit then taint the container.

The robber is scheming deletion of honor.

Esteem as a positive thing is a goner.

You'll despise your own being for being enveloped

By story of "physics uniquely developed

To doggedly bother till man has to settle."

A guy has combined you with indolent fettle.

You are faint consolation, the state of surrender--

Companion is dreading what effort will render.

Inertia permitted his body to find you.

It's stupid to let his passivity bind you.

The Argument

A DAY OFF FROM WORK:

I dominate food

And accentuate mood

With the option to breathe in some air free of sharing.

When oxygen turns to commodity worthy of guarding by sword,

I'm the one who gives caring.

GRAVY:

Hiatus from job

Would be meaningless glob

If I didn't supply so much cover for dullness.

When topping a biscuit, I'll draw you like deer to hibiscus and then

With a quickness mute fullness.

A DAY OFF FROM WORK:

The mornings you dread--

Plus the mourning in bed--

I can neutralize better than orgy of eating.

Engorging a grin with fortuitous trip can distract when the death

Of today is repeating.

GRAVY:

You must be employed,

For you cannot avoid

The productive identity screwed to essentia.

When limit to interlude keeps you imprisoned with odious oaf

I will drug the dementia.

Re-introducing VI

This villain Jack, to clutch a grudge, 

Would ossify his hands,

Philosophize demands, then preach,

"We're authored by commands."

Obsession's grip can only budge

When everything it stole

Disintegrates to role of thing

That's powdered, bashed from whole.

Once Jack can't strangle story, then

A narrator might find

Environment defined by loss,

All reverence gone, confined.

The villain's guilt will wilt again,

Transmogrify to rage,

And principles won't cage that fit,

The cycle thrives with age.

Bell Sink III

We wanted to see beneath the skull,

So, grabbing at scalp, we progressed with a pull.

When fingernails ripped in piecemeal sprint,
The keratin dripped with a crimsoning glint.

Un-fixing the joints, we opened dome.
Examining lured supposition to roam.
Formation of tissue seemed a knot,
A pumelo wadded with rock and some rot.

Anomalous ball, the source, perplexed.
Deformity-mess gave duress, we were vexed.
We could not accept that evil shone
From ramshackle smashing of citrus and stone.

Despite disappointment, bats begat
The densest confetti from cranial splat.
Dissecting a despot, desperate blows,
Effected no close for what devilment owes.

C.T. Rathbun, Youth Pastor (or Nineteen and Thirteen)

God meant to spare him, but kept him alive.

Prior extension does not mean he'll thrive.

I do the work from which deities run:

Vengeance so perfect the payoff will stun.

Fucker.  He fucked her.  A child he fucked.

Penis.  Vagina.  No symbols.  They fucked.

Legally framing the ages they were,

What he enjoyed was the raping of her.

It was unnerving to recently hear

Pastoring children became his career.

Husband and father, defiler of kid--

Title refined by the wronging he did.

Hoping for Success

The phantom stood before me, cloaked.

Diaphanous sables wrapped

Around him, trapped

My eyes, revoked

A state non-rapt.

The staring snapped

When pause evoked

Alarm.  His glove

Was sudden, choked

My only love.

"I'll lend her to the sky," he said,

Then lifted her by the nape.

"That height will rape

Delusion dead.

She can't escape;

You'll have to scrape

The flesh I spread

Upon the ground

To clean what's shed

From body downed."

Her heels moved up a fraction.  Sleeve

Was instantly torn by blade.

I'm so afraid

Of how I'll grieve

That tendons frayed

Were fast okayed.

A chance to cleave

Dismembered arm,

Gave quick reprieve

From phantom's harm.

Becoming a Cloud Aggressed

Rain plummets in writhing veils

Like cast-off molt of maturing wraiths.

Continual flood assails,

Eroding base of enduring faiths.

Becoming a cloud aggressed

To block the sun or to fog a street.

Now forehead is non-repressed,
Deluging cruelly in hydro-feat.

My brow and my crown emit
Torrential blasting on folks below,

On targets who must remit
Belief that brume of their doom will slow.

A darkening arcus edge,
My aura, subjugates via shelf,

Portraying a final pledge:
Dissolve the matter beyond myself.

Emphasis

Your soul was a dummy, a sacrifice kicked
By my pendulous boot, just a victim I picked
To be looted--disputed--so I could depict
It as thoroughly moot, then malign its repute.

My brutal behavior descended from lead
You presented when craving appraisal.  This need
Named appraiser a savior for choosing to cede
But a falsified rave, and this trick you forgave.

I grew predilection for killing the good
That you offered to me.  No exception withstood
The confounding degree animosity could
Birth occasion to see magnanimity flee.

When I and the others maneuvered conceit
To remodel your dealings, your willing receipt
Of deceit did reveal what disdain I'll excrete
On whom lets me congeal the advancement of real.

Killing a Monster

Skin is riven, ripped to ribbons.  Mercy fled, would not be given.

Strict conviction spangled visage, mangled image.  Spite was driven.

Looks are kin with torn-up fish's viscid innards, leaking freely.

Rigid fist insisted on eclipsing any hindrance, really.

Cyclops spawned iconic bygones till we wished his haunting eye gone.

Photons got re-honored, could not pass through fallen optic pylon.

Crunching orb beneath a tread embedded pleasure in our senses.

Downward pounding had amount proportioned by perceived offenses.

Tight restriction acted like resistance training, raised potential

Way beyond a level any sane review could deem prudential.

Fury seemed essential when against a manner so oppressive,

Plus, when fury pitched a case for helping, perks were quite impressive.

Stomping brought conclusion, crushed the villain's vile, vast dominion.
Bloody show subdued the hue of rue, the blush from loss to minion.

Challenge

She's not enthusiastic

For action that is drastic.

Her fortitude's fantastic--

Immutable, not plastic.

She calms my trepidation

With calm elucidation,

Can stop my consternation

With timely information.

"A testing of the tether

That's holding us together

Is not a sign to sever

Involuntary fetter.

There's no evacuation

Of our association.

Please halt the contemplation

Retarding link duration."

Repeat

An instant hits you quickly, shaking aptitude to mash.
And just like Erni Gil, I'm in the background of the flash.

You battle yearning, still.  My figure, tauntingly robust,
Is blinking through illusion.  Your condition is nonplussed.

A magnet.  Planet.  Magnate.  Or whatever I've become
Detracts you from the mission of believing that I'm dumb.

The power shown by present has ability to send
A rash, demented, badness-fashioned fabulist an end.

Perhaps I wasn't quite the fool that history portrayed.
Perhaps your love of shunning flubbed what memory displayed.

My remnant has transcended prior attitude you clutched.
You want me once again, but I'm repining that we touched.

Things I Should Have Said (or Things I Should Never Say)

We know better than thinking I'm better

Because I'm upset quite a bit, like a champion regretter.

You're not gullible, either.  Relying

On lying or cautious re-lying may not be worth trying.

My neurosis--the locus of hopeless

Behavior--will focus on bad, but, for good, it is scopeless.

How a cynosure--sign of pure blessing--

Was siphoned completely of brightness is odd and depressing.

You had wanted to flaunt a specific

Identity, show a demeanor that seemed so munific.

But when everyone grabbed at resplendence

Composing you, union we grew fell to major dependence.

As nymphet of the dullard, your luster

Got duller, intelligent gleam you no longer could muster.

You're a bitch and a tale that I'm docking

From memory.  Essence of you now is minor, but mocking.

Alternating

Flakes are shining in the sunlight.  Glitter-decay is falling.

Thighs are beset by litter.  Fingers continue galling.

Facial landscape gets eroded.  Casual scraping lessens
Tension of mental stresses.  Fragmenting seldom threatens.

Comments beckon irritation.   Why do you try to mimic
Ignorance of elitists?  Proudly, I flout the gimmick.

Wisdom labeled you "contagion," agent of fatal sickness.
That's why it kept a distance, ran with a healthy quickness.

Skin I fling is sacrificial, homage to what you're saying.
Bodily scrap is standard--properly, I've been paying.

I Could Not Do Better

Your clavate claims are clanging, quake

My layers of forbearance to plague, unmake.

The prayers of your parents should be a guide.
Respectful direction should be applied.

Apostate rage has failed refrain,
I postulate feigning as greatest bane.
Impossibly aweless, your talk has brought
A loss of my tolerance--altered thought.

Alone against the common aim
Of raucously raising your worthless name,
I merely can mention what you won't like.
You braggarts and blatherskites act alike.

Bragging About Routine

I will modify nothing,

Your wishes are moot.

When allowed to pick something,

I pick a dispute.

Acquiescence can damage

Volition, become
Like an orderly savage,
Thrash apt into bum.

The adoption of others'
Commandment will fill
The allotment of druthers
A man can fulfill.

I have petrified feeling

In permanent glee,

And that stone is repealing

What you've set to be.

When I hold the schematic
You want to employ,
My technique is thematic;
You draw, I destroy.

A Return

Looking up, I saw the building cross its arms then laugh at me.
Laugh at me.  I had to be a thing that seemed prepared to flee.

Wind eyes glinted from yon caste, they cast a curse, I'd been cast out.
Stratum guard's lone datum barred me.  Spite for name remained devout.

Standing like a stubborn cowlick raised on dream of grazing sky,
I continued my agenda, brought contempt in great supply.

Points of light appeared to hover, summoned by intensive hate.
Spectral threads were tracing vague behemoth, plot was adding weight.

Psychic outline gathered substance, limbs grew denser, body showed.
Thought-form sculpture drifted into being, photon fierceness glowed.

Lucent leopard, living quartz, assailed the air with vibrant might.
Hulking.  Programmed.  Purpose-built for smashing stuff to do what's right.

An Exception

My refuge from the refuse I refuse
Is not ideal--no venue can I choose. 

Whatever place might show is fit to use.

A wish and world, together, cannot fuse.

Consigning comforts to an easy way

Ensures another person can allay

My problem.  Others' time is type of prey.

Defiling comes from instinct I obey.

For sakes of varied havens, I forsake

The sacred angle people view to make

Themselves appear unique.  The truth can take

Opaquest of illusion, cause a break.

Embrace encasing surface will suffice.

A plea for further feeling won't entice.

My body needs a body, all are nice

Enough to be important in a trice.

Delusive word, conducive to produce

That which I need: a human to induce

Relief-releasing contact.  Lies can loose

Emotive trash from fueling self-abuse.

In vain you shall inveigh against that vein

Of conduct.  My behavior brings a sane

Solution for reducing shock of strain

The lonely and moronic must maintain.

Gun Bars II

I.

If we grip arms, no hammer lock will be involved when you get stopped.
I'll squeeze around from hand to shoulder, tear through limb till piece gets dropped.

II.

If I get cross, the beam goes on your back.
Stigmata will result from my attack.

Business

There was change--no facet maddened.

Boredom came, its marching flattened

Every structure in my mien

That supported lively scene.

Some of me, I think, was gladdened.

Weight of blanket strangles vision.

Heavy lids oppress ambition.

Things I want to see, I dream.

Off the bed, events all seem

Touched by folk who need revision.

Slashing standard sans exception

Doesn't need a sharpened weapon.

Limp-hand scoffing is a dirk

Chopping burden, any work.

Easy time is sole intention.

I expect myself to suffer

Never.  Nature laid a buffer.

Great indifference will create

Shameless distance to negate

Range of any goal disrupter.

Judgment is above me, dying,

Choked and silent while I'm lying.

Credit's mine for causing that.

I'm inventive one who spat

Vomit in its mouth for spying.

Not Onward

The past is bashing my face and my gut,
And I'm bleeding from cheek as I'm streaming from butt.
All the memory knuckles bear calluses, cut.
All the energy stumbles; my gait has been shut.

I'm stuck enduring this auto-collapse,
And I ought to relax, for I fought to relapse.
The unstoppable knack for disaster entraps
With insoluble habit of discipline-lapse.

Devoting focus on every event
That is loathable chokes out my hope, will prevent
The enrollment of moment in pleasure ascent.
So much motive is grown from the groan of lament.

A crashing sanity cannot repeat,
And finality, finally, cracks the effete.
I've been stunted by shunting comeuppance.  No feat
Can obstruct my induction to mega-defeat.

We Will Stop

A beautiful man.  Did you mean that?

A beautiful.  Man.  Could I be that?

Unusual phrasing used on me

Is growing alarm to huge degree.

Aesthetic regard must need a tweak,

Be rescued from skew that's too unique.

Appraisal of crap as valued thing

Is silly and dashes clout you bring.

Obsession with having new approach--

The topic I think we ought to broach--

Informs what you do.  You choose to bear

Identity built on seeming rare.

Becoming your prize or stylish find

I liken to knives aligned behind

My stature--which you could slice in half.

Depriving this really helps me laugh.

Normalcy

When people at the airport cry
And hug and look so sad,
I laugh at them, then ponder why
They live to be so drama-clad.

Cothurnus' fit is tight, will squeeze
A flood of tears from head,
Then paracosm god will please
The need to build a phony stead.

That fucker and his fucker friends,
Their volume earns a fee.
Their winged plate, I hope, portends
The knife-cut bones they'll pay to me.

Tyrannosaur of cyborg form,
Metallic savior-beast,
Should enter to deface, deform,
And toss whatever I like least.

Probably Too Steep

Blatantly, ambition and condition aren't at peace.

Flagrantly, the vagary inside me might not cease.

Everything could feasibly see amity decrease.

Everything could easily get reason to decease.

Atrophy's apostrophe got postured to subact

Classic methodology till class was not what lacked.

Difficulty, hopefully, can't push me to retract

Journeying for destiny of dignity and tact.

Arrogance and angriness raise angle of dismay;

Maintenance may straighten this, aid gradient's decay.

Salience of sapience, on plainness, can sashay.

Planate pitch from patient fix I'll claim for liss one day.

Under

Be accountable, please.

Insurmountable pleas

Are compelling my knees'

Quadrupedal disease.

I am crawling the floor.

Limitations implore

For the ending of bore

That I should have forswore.

When you stood to harangue,

A familiar pang

Hit my ear with a bang,

Then a vitriol sprang.

Your patella will ache

For the heed you forsake.

I am ramming to slake
An impulsion to quake.

Early Gift (Happy Birthday)

Stamping fairness, shine I often get upon my nose will be
Cheek enhancement.  Ambit capping sebum has relaxed for me.

Slowly crashing dorsum I've endorsed to let endorphin flood
Wash contorted course of torture--olden path can't horde my blood.

Rash rebuffing always barred potential sorrow from my sense,
But it also killed whatever hap could make delight commence.

Maybe meeting patient person murdered heinous haste I held,
Yanked embrace off blinding pillar, opened space that change impelled.

Healing flowed to border visage, augment argent aural gleam.
Touch of dye touched dying vigor, set it to a living theme.

Boosted by your present being, future is a thing I might
Welcome as a nice addendum, not a violent foe to fight.

Frankly pondered, time we handle tandem can abandon woe.
Vainly squandered, life I chose before you gave a constant throe.

Weave your fingers into mine, construct a double bludgeon.  We
Pound the prior rancor I developed till we see debris.

Type of Minerva

"A goddess will bodice her body for modesty.

Opposite option got blocked by the sophistry

Offered by obstinate scoffers who honestly

Preach that beseeching a zenith brings mockery.

Tattooed by a muse, I refuse the mendacity,

'Choosing improvement can cancel sagacity.'
Usual usage of craft is a tragedy,
Beautiful student will ruin nugacity.

Design on my skin over spine is symbology,
Printing insisting to flog thought-homology.
None of you want to abolish monotony,
Therefore I scorn you without an apology."

Not an Oath

The bread is gone; I'm full of bread.

The hummus, too, had contents shed.

Prediction grew to truth.  My food

Was doomed before a bite got chewed.

Reclusive guy might lose the drive
To share his time, and then contrive
Exclusive pleasure when alone
Extensive measure can't postpone.

My vices are devices to
Devise a way for hiding you.
Providing right divider might
Deny your sight from any site.

You've been replaced by nothing.  Days
Are havens, for no daft displays
Deplete the rest my senses need.
Your stupid remnant will recede.

Pursuing truant tone can be
The truest mode of being free.
If you owed me, I'd see you cursed.
Were I to owe, my nerve would burst.

Priority

I.

I serve salve with ravioli.  We may have a pact, but only
After effort has extolling that surpasses savvy wholly.

With a package full of mandu, chance to handle chat expands to
Maybe nabbing laugh--the vacuum in my soul could use the value.

So, the gyoza I'm proposing can impose an interposing.
Slaughter caused by anger spoken we will goad to try reposing.

I put gnosis in the gnocchi; if you eat it, you could know me.

Frozen flour balls atone me (though psychosis can be ghostly).

II.

My bad habits map the fracture of a future that could capture
Knowledge ably helping answer why my farce would only hamper.

Commonality

I balanced high on balustrade, my talent challenged as I bade

A talon load from halcyon to bring me peace all schemes evade.

The heart of folly, obstinately beating, bleeding at my feet.

A final stomp could flatten it--once pending vision is concrete.

The doldrums love to enervate, reduce potential tools men have

For hacking through an obstacle.  A knife-hand, half a prayer, must halve.

My thoughts are weak.  An imbecile could conquer feat I won't complete.
I'm not compleat, competing with one normal day can mean retreat.

A bastard bound to poetaster, master tandem failure-flecked.
Two parts of me botch everything, finesse neglected like respect.

Offensive lack of faculty permitting ooze of useless tone.
Such speech won't leave me ostracized--enablers won't leave kith alone.

Clutch

Solutions are never lasting.

My madness will fancy fasting,

Enhance a voracious action

To manducate sane reaction.

Transmission of fix through pressure

And perfectly padded texture

Could smother a doubtful aspect

Then help me to be less abject.

My thinking is fairly facile.

My wishes are purely tactile.

Some touching can kill this ailment.

Neurosis could have impalement.

But, really, I cannot fathom

The push of a single atom

Away from this grand compulsion

To leave, set a grand revulsion.

An Instant

You're not a gamine; you're gentle, pristine.

No mischievous gleam dissenting from sheen.

But then there's belief that seeming a quean

Can lead to prestige the world can't prevene.

So nothing has changed, the burdens remain.

The wording you staged might cage my refrain.

Detainment of hate is tough to maintain

When faced with a phrase from mega-urbane.

The stories you give inform me, submit

A torrent of glib, exorbitant shit.

Past glory you lived: historical bit

Of overly hip decorum--no wit.

Motif that accedes to hedonist creed--

Your legacy gleaned from what you concede.

The people you pleased are laughing at deed

You chose to complete.  Demeaning, indeed.

Same Thing

Can you guess what I'd like?
I'd like a break
From simpering, simple expression you fake.

Do you know what I'd strike?
Your stupid face.
Exposing a malar bone, raking apace.

All the liars insist
On stomping hope,
Then kicking it upward on razor aslope.

There will never exist
A respite from
Mock humbleness mocking to get me so glum.

But my frown is a bridge
Between two sides,
Connecting this gloom to where choler resides.

When my hate sends a ridge
With phantom hand
The aeriform blow will affect breath you planned.

Bell Sink II (from Jacob of Orléans to Richard)

For dinner tonight,
This fool would like
To see a King Richard leek.

With fork and knife,
I'll stab and then slice,
The fervor might wet my cheek.

(Cruciferous one
Shall get nonplussed,
Confounded till head is changed.

He'll cross no more,
Be cross nevermore,
His pattern will be deranged.)

Desert must include
A hearty food
To be the main thing that's tried.

A sweet bread poached
Can be my approach
When serving a dish from pride.

For beating the weed
That's choking earth,
A rod will supplant a plot.

Or I'll abet
A salad instead,
Give favor to nobler spot.

I'm a Lot

A shaft of empowerment surrounds me.
Escape in an uptake to cloud
Could stave the devourment that found me
Innately.  Yes, I'm out of shroud.

Dense vapor above would be extension,
A haven, prosthetic success.
I'd shape an incredible invention,
A theropod jaw must impress.

Snap down from the sky a decimation!
My nimbus is nimble to kill
The bandits who brought their mastication
To crumble the building of will.

Insane

The incontinent mouth of incompetent lout
Is impediment now for detention of doubt.
It's incredible how you have never endowed
An impression profound but for, "Wow, that was loud."

Your impending releases of sentiment pique
An impenitent speech that condemns what you leak.
I can seldom believe your development breeds
An intelligent means of defending your redes.

The detritus you spew is a detriment to
The discretion I choose when directing my view.
For the dreck you consume then expect to re-use
I've accepted--but soon--please expect I'll refuse.

My intention will change when perception disdains
The exceptional range affectation attains.
No protection can save your expendable name;
I'll abominate fakest aplomb till I maim.

Ego

An ambivert malapert had no misgiving
For missive dismissive toward act of forgiving.
All active forgiving was massively baneful
To wane of ungrateful and bastardly living.

Inscription would rip through insipid incentive,
Equip the deceptive with airhole collective
(If wishes effected an actual essence--
Material presence--on what is prospective).

"Reliably pliant, you're never defiant,
Thoughts idly resign to benevolent giant.
He kindly will bind the ambition for fighting
An idols' beguiling.  You're staying compliant.

Behemoth you bow to is powered by absence
Of meaning, sincerity viewed like a nuisance.
The character played by you merits a beating
Till cells are entreating, Please finish the penance.

Facade that you don is dishonoring virtue.
The honesty given by those who won't hurt you
Should really convert to a burst of correction
To cause an exception--have mercy desert you."

Accept II

A belly-crawl through rubber cement

Has been time's rate, and this I lament.

The minutes now are never minute,

They're big and slow and live to imbrute.

When you're away, no boredom decays,
For torpor tends to order my days.
That torture breaks what coping I built;
Denial's wall might fall to some guilt.

When I'm alone, I think of myself:
Devoid of poise and prudence and pelf.
Respecting bond until a release
From current scene has yielded my peace.

All structure, space and people therein
Become such dullness ripping at skin.
The present place presented me you,
And soon I'll feel resentment anew.

The truth can smack this gadding with gad,
Detach a path from sole of a lad.
Nomadic track has failed to address
Specific tract that's aiding my stress.

Blade Bars

I.

When my rage is unfolding, attack is not tactical.
Yam has been channeled for shaping a tragical
Aperture--aqua-knife slashing banality,
Cutting with liquid, diluting vitality.

The chakram that I bought will encircle a chakra.  Your
Spokes will be broken, and flowers de-petaled, for
Gladiate mettle you feel from my iris can
Target a chap till he snaps like papyrus-man.

II.

Poleax will ask,
"What part shall bask
In the emprise
Ending your lies?
Can I elect
Edge to dissect
--Dice and deplete--
Cause of deceit?
Might I decide
Point goes inside,
Punch my lone vote
Into your throat?"

Introducing VI

The imminent grimace of Jack could diminish the finish of anything he did not like.
Eliminate insolent action from being with mystical sickle or magical spike.

Overtly kinetic effect was frenetic, phrenology format was shaped in a way
That aided his brain to direct force on object if facial arrangement had certain array.

The lifting of weapon had gifted perception with tolerant shift in the method he sought.
And sentencing peasant by shrift pre-confession could really relay the acceptance he thought.

"The things you reveal have no meaning nor reason.  They serve a compulsion I can't comprehend.
Insulting propulsion--obscenely enduring--is pushing the crap out your head with no end.

Serenely received, what you speak has been deemed inconvenient, I'm leniently reaving the nerve
Responsible for the technique of perverting the worth in a word with a negligent verve.

Dissuading the flaying of language by slaying the vagrants who say they're contributing good
Is duty apart from my anger, a mellow diversion that happens much less than it should."

Changing

A word will not deter the urge I keep
To purge my life, deterge it of all scourge.

The curs who have incurred my curse can weep,
And murder will be served without a dirge.

But, first, I shall inter the nerve I slew
That turned me to inure the worst of men.

Insert it in the blur amnesia grew--
An early version won't emerge again.

The blessings of forgetting can't allow
Forgiveness to attend a spent offense.

I've let my present self cement a vow,
Impending death for death of civic sense.

Expression is infected by intent
Deceptive and obsessed with act employed.

Persona content conjured to content
Dependence on attention farcing void.

So is it really killing if the heart
Expired did not give an honest pulse?

Will ethics dictate on a simple chart
Which deed has virtue eager to revulse?

If living has become so false and flawed,
Then ripping it to bits should make none grieve.

If blood is sprayed from deepness of facade,
Then liquid spilled is fount of make believe.

Grown Up

The air is like beaten eggs.
My heart has been gasping hard, and it begs
To grasp on a pardon, fly
From grief that predictions ably espy.

My limit of you was met
The moment you spoke, then ears felt regret.
So flippant about misdeed,
Mouth really deserves to bleed for its screed.

The breath you expel is thick,
A mixture to which no honor can stick.
I gag when I feel your sound,
A braggart should have intestine unwound.

Unwound as in torn by force,
The tube and your fate both following course
Directed by ogre hand--
Which, really, would be a tool I command.

My tulpa would not end there;
Original beast I've planned could impair
Survival of you in mind--
Well, after I get his outfit designed.

Bestiary

This Kodiak will bite
Beneath the zodiacal light.
A bony brat can fight
But teeth will redden with the night.

A cheetah can defeat
Retreating feet by limb so fleet.
The bleat of fleeing meat
Is pleading, "Leave--please do not eat."

A man can build a lie
Enough to shield his life, deny
The price it takes to try
Applying rule he won't defy.

When oysters lift a spear
The shafted weapon won't revere
How cells wish to appear,
A hole in sternum will be clear.

Two Courses

I love when the steam from a sandwich has glory
Transparently dotted on microwave ceiling.
This feeling will never seem boring nor hoary,
Continuous vim gives renewal to story
I tell of why melting the cheese is appealing.

I hate when a parasite latches on bauble
Important to me, has no option revealing
Direction that means he can now try to cobble
An alternate means of fulfilling the awful,
Pathetic, decrepit intent he's concealing.

The best way for eating a vegetable serving
Is piling the fiber on tines in formation
With rice and capsaicin--height much deserving
An accolade grateful.  I'm sure in observing
Each mouthful takes tongue to divine destination.

The pegs I will fashion for dregs who offended
My sense of respectfulness bring immolation.
A sharpness imparted by tool oft pretended
For me can be actual, gods have intended
To scrape down some wood for a hate of great station.

Not About Me

I need you to sleep, for my abdomen hurts.

I need this to seep out in minikin-spurts.

No person should breathe in bacterial blurts.

A person should leave when the pressure exerts.

There's pee on the hair that is covering thigh.

A failure to dab a small opening dry

Could cause a mere brush of the leg to apply

A mystery drip on your skin as you lie.

The nightmare that's coming, we cannot evade.

Reversal of thinking I cannot persuade

To push through a dream and then come to my aid.

So, when I awake, it is good you have stayed.

What Dreams Dream

Ruined remnants left in me, bereft of glee, I heft a plea.
Battered, tattered pieces weep beneath the grief I keep to be.

Once you held me, wants compelled a melding with the skin I felt.
Pores that poured your love dispelled the force that fell what fortune dealt.

Vision risen, riven shame, existed on a common plane.
Scission given, sight was blade for splitting schism--grave for pain.

I was fed by crest of breath, an arc aloft on hopeful bend.
Camber soft, my path would wend on sureness curved to joyful end.

Vital air removed by you, despair prepared to be my food.
Spiteful glare could barely do enough to mask what rues exude.

Heart entwined with pulse of mind, respired thoughts kept me alive.
Once your wave resigned, I tried contriving how I might survive.

Sadness soon will wane to past, I pray it stays till I extract
Token from the time we had--a focus holding life intact.

That Was Beautiful

Your thighs bless the water in porcelain tub,
A vision sufficient to forcefully drub
The limiting image of villainy done
By wicked, iniquitous, indigent one.

The diligent deference you dealt in a boon:
Intelligent reference to relevant swoon.
The slumber of umbrage was telling of new
Constructive conjunction compelling my view.

I hated myself and I hated the world.
My brain did lambaste with affliction unfurled.
But scrutiny floundered when feeling your word,
You said that I'm better, then curing occurred.

The light you reflect is deflecting my doubt.
Despite fear's objection, connecting the route
From now to forever with you will be how
Contrition and I solve our infinite row.

The sight of you shines with a compliment claimed.
The past is an aspect your nature has maimed.
All previous people we were face a braid
Of cable and razor--no shame can abrade.

Yeah, It Is

I want to recite what you do.
You strike all the spite from my eyes, wiping clean what I've seen
Till no grudges can smudge what is true.
Then, I improve.

I want to be minus ado.
To smite the whole fight from my life, have routine so pristine
That my judgment will hug world anew.
This I approve.

The need for your love is absurd.
My skin is addicted to you, friction painting a faint
Revelation of haven, its surd
Mirth can assure.

Your name is a miracle heard.
The din of affliction is nil, flitting vainly to taint
Veneration contained in one word.
Pain has a cure.

Circular

I may not explain this, have no way to say this,

Lack vision of Janus, my grace chained in stasis.

Frayed mental arrangement delays application

Of salient statement or able oration.

Enabling your patience till failure is sated

Essays concentration that makes brain ablated.

My ailing is daily, I'm anxiously feigning

A prayer to shape purpose, have hatred be training.

I never adapted to chatting nor acted

Like patterned politeness had value attracted.

Thus, practicing having a pal for some banter--

A gal for some candor--had no chance to matter.

The malady fashioned from fantasy: rabble

Attack me with ample amounts of their babble.

My aptitude, sadly, has natural slanting

Toward smashing the affable plan--sans recanting.

This brutal renewal of feud spawned accrual,

A ruinous rue much too huge, its removal

From fool so imbued with a hubris so looming

Is due to be doomed by a slew of assuming.

The rule in my heart is a looping exclusion,

Delusional deluge diluting effusion

From muses who move me to human communion.

My view keeps eschewing the ruse of all union.

Invalid

Easily earned and so willingly spurned and too willing to spurn
A mind set-up like mine,
You should have learned that which has been occurring incurs none to yearn
For a time you design.

Shape of ipseity--fake spontaneity--guided by line
Of the libertine sneer.
Things you decide are aligned with outside ministration, resign
To a binding veneer.

Body and thoughts are controlled by the scores who will whore you, adore
That you feel so mature,
Choke all the beauty inside your ethereal guts till the core
Of them turns to impure.

Everything touches you, scraping the sacredness right off the skin
That I wanted to kiss.
Memories plaguing my aging perception of you, I'll begin
To erase what I miss.

Grateful

A dastardly cad whose rapport with poor woman so bade
From a sad and deplorable origin made
Hope float up to the level of heavenly
Chorus, but effort went hardcore to porous.

He wanted the trunk of a person to squeeze.
He wanted the plank in a sternum to creak.
He wanted the ender for typical pleas.
He vaunted the lender of skin to his cheek.

Intoning his voice with an innocent wrap, he would speak
In a way that would always enrapture her, pique
Once per day the predictably quickening
Capture and killing of doubt of great stature.

"You never were given a chance to have much.
Apparently, parents could budget enough
Disparaging blaring for leaving you such
A specimen lessened by essence of tough."

The message was edible, edified pride as it fed
With a nourishing courage that ended her dread--
He was right--if two parents had been a bit
Better then nothing could ever upset her.

Permission was granted for feeling relief.
Her mission: to live by specific decree.
"Attrition of joy, the addition of grief
Were issued from others--I fault them, not me."

Rewarding the guy who had justified every mistake
Was a goal, and some holes were the way that could make
Him a gracious repayment, but fanciful
Contact could hack-up emotional compact.

An impetus drove him to orifice filled.
Impetuous lechery leveraged his will.
He severed all manners when whim got fulfilled
Then quickly had quitting her quim as a thrill.

"I lied when you cried, for inside me was hiding a scheme
To advance on the damage-prone damsel, to seem
Sympathetic when hearing pathetical
Telling in reference to lesson-repelling.

A human like you is responsible for
Deciding to decimate life, your accord.
Once penis from me is a type you ignore,
Then maybe your fate can amass fortune stored."

Excellent

This feeling can't stay caged in here,
But, if escaped, may fast appear
To shear the sphere of non-austere
With bladed bridge atop a sneer.

My flying ire: iron-faced,
A giant tyrant long disgraced.
In home of bone it rams to paste
A place it named a shameful waste.

The metal malice craves to cave
All glamor--hammer brows engrave
Destruction on the feeble knave
Who let an excess mind-enslave.

Not I

Spectacles wrecking the speck of respectable,
Estival festival testing receptacle.
Vessel of mettle for what's unacceptable
Flexing with pressure exempt from what's tenable.

Genuine effort by which I could contemplate
Ever relating to human so reprobate
Soon will be empty, contrivance will concentrate
Onto my pity till head-bones disintegrate.

Carrion cadre corroded the dignity
Carried by people, because an affinity
Started professing attention's divinity--
Everyone dressing a part of duplicity.

Graphics on clothing are tragic as visual.
Vintage apparel is verily usual.
Hair making statement should bring individual
Canes to the face till the pain is perpetual.

Bell Sink

Richard, really, blink, please give your eyes a goddamn drink.
Livers need a break, despite the lies your mind may think.

"Livers need to break," you say, still staring at the day.
Brows are high, imbibing puts them up, then up they stay.

Music puking much too loudly, blues abuse my ear.
Sound protruding, huge contusions move through what I hear.

Driveway rumbles Dick arrival, headlights killing fun.
Engine idle means that calm survival must be done.

Richard's home!  Inspection will commence--were rules obeyed?
Tallest forehead ever can detect how children played.

Russet Burbanks peeled, the glow of gut has been revealed!
Flannel shirt unbuttoned, doming whiteness cannot yield.

Broken toys, the noise of plastic cracking taunts me most.
Nipple hair absurdly curling...bolster to the boast.

Hitting Symbols with My Cock

I'm not the one you should worry about,
That concern for me urges my malice
To fuck-up the world in a terminal bout,
To evince vindication then exercise clout
By exerting invincible phallus.

Ball-peening penis or malleting glans
Are two weapons I've come to envision;
Venereal visage will ram through the plans
Of the spurious people till multiple scans
Show their heartbeat has gone in remission.

Pity should be for whom cannot produce
But a modicum of true affection.
The maudlin or stolid are wont to conduce
An embossing by bludgeon--your skin will traduce
What can fit on your face for protection.

I've been okay, and to prove I am strong
Way beyond the tame stringing of sinew
I'll cancel the tantrum of banshee with song,
Hum a subtle rebuttal, make slumber belong
To emotional issue within you.

Dissonant yell from inside you compels:
"Please adhere to appeal from devotion.
That guy is no fool, intonation foretells
Sleep befalling our folly could be what repels
A huge mauling by pubic-sent notion."

Guide Lines

Can cracking in past bleed a blemish on present?
Can fissure in history blister the pleasant?
Will seeping of acid from bygone investment
Be steeping the placid till grave has a tenant?

Attempting attachment, perempting temptation,
Exempting the empty from all dedication
Exemplifies everything mass alteration
Necessitates roundly for new fate gestation.

Fulfillment is killed when a willful exhibit
Of rigidness hinders the purview of pivot.
The panoptic option has wisdom within it,
For myopic choices wound effort by limit.

I'm positive pause in my hostile accounting--
That awful accosting--will get the surrounding
Environment plentiful space for abounding
A love--not a threat of vociferous trouncing.

Are We Touching Butts?

A heat rock but soft.
A thing that will oft
Raise chamber like saber toward heaven aloft.

A comforting curve,
A dumbfounding urge
Connected when tension with joy comes to merge.

Surprising behind
My back was the feel
Of something I figured too great to be real.

(Embodiment of
Profundity lent
From oddly an awesomely smallish event.)

Provided by you:
A provender-soul
You've proven to dole-out through infinite roll.

A laugh can ensure
The purely inane
Can be an occurrence I'll never constrain.

Figure

I.

The corners of my frown will now push
Both of your shoulders down.
No shrugging is allowed, committal
Spittle can aptly drown
Appeal I'd feel from pealing sound from
Beating your peeling crown.

Your apathy enraptures me to
Smash-up your bony cap,
Enhance my satisfaction with a
Fracturing--hands affrap.
Intractably I'll batter, bash the
Matter through conscience-nap.

II.

Assailing what I hate could greaten
Fate of a fading zeal;
So, really, all this talk of breaking
Something might help reveal
How loathing you is truly how I
Manage a mood that's real.

Unpaid

My heart has been despondent as depression-flavored fondant
That is utterly responsive to the mauling heaped upon it.
And keeping up an audit on a toughness non-abundant
Is alarmingly allotted all this drive--but never spawns it.

Dishonor was a topic I would dodge beyond what's proper,
Loss of ardor will not pardon me from feeling cowered posture.
Before, I was empowered, then a coward-cutting lopper
Took the top from off the towering design routine would offer.

The time we had together then could truly build me nothing
For that negative and regnative beheading was so crushing.
Adjustment to our custom of discussion linked with touching
Was surprisingly divisive--like of silence weaponed hushing.

Introducing V

Rhyann has such a tiny pair of dry and pallid hands,
So, if you care, please try to plan
Her life a span from arid lands.

A lack of moisture foiling choice is minor when compared
With plane of gain: pervasive pain
Contained, endangered, hiding scared.

That smiling filing badness down to vice-and-guile dust,
Cachet replaced, no joy defaced,
My hope encased by able trust.

A mythic love, Medusa-haired, now stunning via stone,
Then smashing statue--former doubt--
To sand about new pedal throne.

No phantom fingers pulling thought, their lulling now repealed,
Rhyann-embrace is armor to
A mind in lieu of plate or shield.

My steps control the path ahead, no harm can harry sole,
I'll stomp the hand of backward track,
Let heel attack disband its role.

My breathing brings a vital time I'll share with someone true,
So, if you care, please act to save
Rhyann in favor's forward view.

Re-Can't

Sorry can't describe the shame
That's made when I imbibe and then decide
I will ascribe atop your name
Things that deride.

Soberly I might mistake
My weakness for a bleakness in the time
We have together--peace will break
Like shell of rime.

Nothing can abate the spate
Of maelstrom and a spiral reign, the way
Too pained, invading pull of hate
Brings brain delay.

Trying to rely on you
I'm really not accustomed to because
A glut of cut-up trust may skew
What judgment does.

Introducing IV

"Endellion ended the pending rebellion,
Felling the dissident engine with pendant.
A literal engine, mechanical skeleton,
Concept of clockwork on hope too dependent..."

Endellion fought for the orderly habitude
Gritting her attitude always to hinder
The errant adherence to mutinous aptitude--
Crimson anemic was treachery ender.

That hair was like blood from the ruby leviathan,
Liquid so vividly able to dictate
The movement of heart from one small to gargantuan.
Flowing of follicle stunned whom would spectate.

But beauty was tiny compared to tenacity
Stringing her sinew, imbuing with vigor.
No matter the size of idea or entity
Her grip on canon would force it to rigor.

"...the necklace spread light in a mystic geometry,
Scoring the air with a photo-form monster.
The multi-prong mass made of maces and elegy
Sundered machine in a fall law would sponsor."


(Credit to Lindsay for the name "Endellion.")

This Is Really About Me

I live in each moment.
The past?  My opponent.
The future?  My rival who's yet to arrive.

My matter is here now.
To me, it is clear how
Denying remembrance keeps brio alive.

Aloofness destroying
That which is annoying
Or tragic to manage the truth in my mind.

I'm sorry for any
Whose problems are many
And held to be felt in a memory bind.

Bloom

When scouring ways of empowering praise

To pay you for what my life owes,

A limit of talent and money had says

About what could be done, so I wrote you a rose.
Reflection designed?
I wrote, you arose.

Above all the stuff that can hamper a path,
We'll trample the tampering horde.
Dismantle the amplitude granting the wrath
That kills every good notion some luck can afford.
I'm hoping our bond
Is kismet accord.

Perhaps I should warn you of something I do,
A shitty proclivity will
Inhibit the finish of anything new
Which means everything tried I'll not ever instill
With duty or pride,
Despite my goodwill.

But, really, a trend of not getting the end
Might lend much advantage to me.
Concluding my time with you truly would bend
A cruel, hateable hook in my normal ennui.
The gamut of which
No man will foresee.

Seriously

This hyper pretension could give hypertension to everyone ever, including Eirene.
I really should mention that each of you merits condition that switches a bomb with your spleen.
Deleting elitism, breaking its vertebrae, hitting your back-space to gather back space
That rightfully should have remained with the humble is something I hope can be scheduled by grace.
Alignment of spine in a functional line should be always denied to whom idolize pride.
Symbolic affliction of skeletal posture means crushing the culture so liked by the snide.
The masses can massively, crassly and acidly, fabricate manifold title of art,
Corroding abode where the specially known are exalted alone to have people sound smart.
"You truly don't know what I'm talking about?  Then unduly I deem you a stupefied lout
Deserving the curving of mythical edge in a surgical purging--a vascular drought."

Introducing III

Raydia's blade cut a radius, made

A true radiant statement--her edict was laid.

Keeping away all the people who preyed

On the feeble was purpose, a service unpaid.

Tunic arranged in a way not to raise
The predictable trace of her shape by a gaze.
Blonde hair was shining with effluent rays
That reminded of nimbus with brilliant haze.

Spirit effulgence would radiate grace
But could scorn a whore's cornea--vision erase.
Photon grenade was applied to replace
All an enemy's mass with a vacated space.

Lightness and rightness were twined like a braid
With a morningstar point to flay shadow to shade.
Duty was beautiful, ever displayed
With the usual luminous dead pan arrayed.

Made Up

This particular parcel of particles has me imparting a pardon that's hardly impartial.
An attraction attacking my factoring acumen, pittance of wisdom is what I can marshal.

I was formerly ordered by personal ordinance, "End all the onerous via speech ordnance."
The coordinates?  Of no importance, collateral blasting is natural, stores no abbhorence.

Semiotic, semantic, my tactical path seemed chaotic or frantic, which was symptomatic
Of dynamic deception.  Disheveled perception met leveling weapon, a trick systematic.

Condescension you send to offend is upending the splendor of friendliness, tends to portending
A quick mention of stomach distention, or flummoxing tension that stretches your mind till its rending.

But no details develop for oral deployment, new version of me will refuse the enjoyment
That can happen with proving perpetual arrogance does not have comeback for light flite employment.

You are lucky that I am conducting myself with compunction, reduction of fucked-up expression
Is a benefit--I have not been a fit ever to people, the old me would have this confession:

"Insecurity hurts you internally, all the rehearsing you've done will not spurn the existence
Of my universe hurling its burliest burden to sow pain within you to fuel my subsistence."

Miss

Songs are still about you,

You're the basis of their meaning.

Songs were still about you,
Facing stasis at your being.

Artsy magnum opus
Could not share time with your presence,

Temple car--my focus--
Treated art like Puri peasants.

Crooked teeth were fine, there
Was no structure metal straightened

That could best your set (where
Every day the charm got greatened).

Offset tiles planted
By the slanted hand of healing,

Health and joy both granted
By your gentle dental beaming.

Probably Not Hard

I.

With ease of hitting Enter Key, I would so quicken entropy
Then take away from history the retrospective gallery.

The fucking whores have squandered it, both world and meaning--all of it.
From fleeting, summer little bit to systematic major shit.

II.

The program is a pogrom that grows monster out of appestat.
The victims trading truth for fat with lords deforming habitat.

Now people will subscribe to give control to stranger: pseudo-live.
Existence butchered by a shiv then split from freedom via sieve.

"We'd rather have our shapes be round than be unbound and traipse the ground.
Sound thinking is a painful sound that can be drowned by hemlock downed."

Quiet

Whom do I thank for the painstaking prank
That is raking a shank on my hopefulness' flank?

Truly, the people I'm meeting are odd,
Has marauding by greed left them wholly that flawed?

Status and fatness are snapping the back
Of a time that is weakened from toxin-attack.

Apathy-pathogen stifling breath
Of a diligent mind till it lies near to death.

Joyfully pointed, the poison anoints
The most loyal with toil then duty disjoints.

"No one would care if the world drowned in shit,
And the fuckers are making it hard to commit.

Intricate lazing is razoring all
The incentive I have to own burdening haul.

Others' inaction is giving me strife,
As we others in action keep striving through life.

Leaving my station of faithfulness might
Help deracinate hatefulness, blight all my spite.

Slowing emotional motive foregoes
The imposing of startling cardiac throes."

Thinking

It's hard to believe
All the peace that you reave

With knife of a mind that eviscerates victim.

Your fictional diction, ridiculous dictum,

Are tempered by temper to hack stuff asunder.

If I were a god
You would truly be awed
By singular spitefulness trained on your person.
And were you to think my affront could not worsen
Your inseam would tear from Egestion of Wonder.

For now I can dream
That a demon will deem
Your scheming a breach of some principal compact:
"If reach of deceit should appear to have contact
With devil retainer--pain settles the blunder."

A Long Time

Like light that cuts through all the vaporous mange
Of a gray that keeps brightness away from the range
Of your sight.  That is me, now my memory shines
For designing your shame with indelible lines.

No braveness as you found it perfectly sage
To desert me, invert all your empathy-rage.
"I'll decry if a fryer heats lard to spite fries
But let cowardice rise when the tiny one dies."

The people last with me were killers you paid,
The injectors of ending heard fated breath fade.
When my life fled my life, man, you should have been there,
But heart pumping those tears found but one thing to spare.

Term

There is no descent of a pendulum

To splinter the crushing patibulum

That's keeping your mind from its pabulum,

And famine has fangs that will clinch.

I thoroughly hate what you said to me.

The tone you employ should get bled so we

Can tentatively mingle more peacefully.
Your voice can make astral form flinch.

I know that you have a priority
To speak with that bogus authority
On--sadly--the fucking majority
Of topics a person can think.

The first time I had to encounter you
My bruxism got so much louder to
Conceal from my hearing the jive you threw.
The aegis of calm got a chink.

Interview

Forgotten glaze hardened the sock that I chose,
Genetical stuff stuck to hair on my toes.
I hurried that morning then picked the wrong clothes,
Mistakes will take place in a haste, I suppose.

The public room I used to check on the wear
Of garment was harming with weaponized air.
Abusive diffusion made cilia tear.
I vowed to destroy whom exploded in there.

Some urine secured a quite prominent spot,
Ensuring the lure of one dominant dot
Would pull in a flurry of staring and not
Allow a good day in the pants I just bought.

Introducing II

Lightning Broad was a light thing, awed
Both her allies and foes with a prone fighting pose.

Smirking glowed in her limbs, which flawed
The reaction opponents could give 'gainst her flows.

Pale, petite, she had faint ennui
That would slacken her black hair and hang solemn skirt.

Drooping eyes both were fit to see
Where electrical blade-form could leave utmost hurt.

Chainsaw

Desert-dried intestines,
Rock carving of natural casing,
Pumice gloves a demon could use
If he needed a facial effacing.

Dermal trait that destines
The roughness of humanly digit
Thought it fine to cover my skin
With a layer that gives functional limit.

Careful knife blade best thins
Expansion of hardening surface,
Lets my hand avoid time away
From its loneliness-murdering purpose.

Introducing

Bella Cose would bellow,
Yell over the din of chaos.
Lacking voice that followed
She cataloged as "okay loss."

Denim, ink, and leather
Were commonly worn to cover
Compact frame that wanted
Assertion through hemo-color.

Thick-thighed, quick-eyed brawler,
Hair spiky as her demeanor.
Bella held a challenge
Of finding who might defeat her.

Melee flayed a staid day,
Lent meaning to act of breathing.
Fanged and feral penchant
Within her would not stop teething.

Bangle, ring, or knuckle
Were chambering chance to open
Set of lips performing
The sin of a word misspoken.

Parent, friend--all manner
Of person who moved to change her
Got a kicked-in windpipe
Then, "Fuck you, you fuck-head stranger."