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Can't Rush Extinction

Branches dying on the vine, end of a line, saying goodbye to humanity, stuck on repeat, another day, an empty mark on time. The canyon beckons, calling for flesh and fury, feeding apologies for the mess death left. Drowning in the debris of dreams, pulling down like a fresh fever, torn out pages, blanks in the story, a life never forgotten but never fully understood. Branches broken, their death mute, voices extinguished, this prison of light never stops burning.

PEEL

  Peel   Pulling at endlessly phasing funk Strings from a magician's sleeve Lightning in a bottle Smashed against an unforgiving sea Creating a rhythmic message A map leading back to the Source Neuronal paths diametrically conjoined Still, I find myself passing through daylight and dreams absent will.   A psyche in perfect chaos Belies all believed to be true Opposing reverberation foments unison When done within a hermetic contusion Voids within space Between pauses there can be no silence Peeling away galaxies Like layers of sin Without voice or name Everyone feels their bones But does anyone hear?   How many times have I dreamed the same dream? Would I remember? Or am I frozen in the seam? Lost in the place where waves conspire Where emergency doesn’t equal urgency Borrow the time To open my eyes and become A captive catering to illusions Eyes blistered by freedom.   Lightning in a bottle Doesn’t repeat Doesn’

First in Line

           First in Line Communication Dedication Graceful participation Former traditions of dignity Give way to intentional chaos   Racial divide Portraying false data To convince far and wide Create your own myth The devil laughs As we contort in his light   Blind justice dies On the walls we’ve erected Around one another “Come together” Was a lifeline That died on the vine   Science and hopes and viruses ignite Evacuation Eradication Can you see his disease? The devil laughs Distorting the fight   We don’t have to live this way Stay inside to fight another day Throw open the bird box Lift up your lies Eyes wide open To a death that never dies   When the dilation of liberty Is shoved down the throat Of a rabid dog And the beast turns to bite I’ll be the first in line

Time

Time Nothing is the infinite abyss eating its own tail consumption of time not a straight line exiting where we begin. Time created is a false shore we can never stop creating more moments we can only fill them or leave them empty. The scales of time click by in unmeasurable pulses too small or too vast even death is powerless against its venom. In Memory of Nikki A.

Schisautomaton

Schisautomaton I hear a feather falling crackling quantum shift      implosion of diametrical beauty breaking sunlight each barb infiltrating fibers of sight spinning a thousand years of deception into my temple in one psychosomatic second. Liberty, Justice, Death all three are lies each one a point on the triangle of Oppression an ever-open eye cloned into our patchwork culture feeding as much as seeing, seething with the sounds of OUR        gnashing teeth. The children become aware and give voice but the crest of the wave flatlines long before reaching shore. Tectonic shift/History ends Drowned out by Liberty, Justice, Democracy until all that can be heard are the crickets of the credits. The audience is long gone. In fact, they were never listening. The film turns into random 1’s and 0’s devoured by the cancerous mouth of the past - Rewritten. Snakes strike from calculated clouds of awareness into the neon-lit n

My Promise

The Nature of Stories

"Stories come naturally to us.  We can't help it.  There are many different worlds, many competing realities within our heads, fueled by books, television, even barely remembered childhood tales.  There's an endless supply of fictional concepts more familiar to us than anything or anyone real.  We have a far greater connection to the fictional characters we know and love than the random people we pass on the street.  Our destinies and inspirations are shaped by lies, myths and fables." --Alan Wake (American Nightmare)