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Thursday, May 23, 2019

Apostates Sedition Part 4: The Great Machine



Technology. Technology from the beginning of time has always benefited the men of the realm. Technology was made to make our lives easier but with a great peace, comes a great suffering. Somewhere in the universe is a creation. The Great Machine. The machine was created for one purpose and one purpose only. To benefit mankind. But the ways of man have not seen the potential of the Great Machine. The Great Machine has so many capabilities but the creators of the device only wished to create it so save their people but it did the opposite. The arrogance of man and the corruption of the soul made these great men kill their own kind.

The Great Machine created by mad men. Those who have consumed the Gods Metal in the center of a star. These creatures. Capable of so much have destroyed themselves and with the corruption of their bodies, condemned their entire world in hoping to save them. The Great Machine is many things. It kills all living creatures but was created to stop a great suffering upon the creators and the remainders of the people. These creatures have discovered the Gods Metal power. They have consumed it much like our people and have received talents much like the people I see around me today but Celestial Gods Metal is unlike the Gods Metal we have on our world. 

The Gods Metal is composed of two things. A metallic base that corrupts the mind and with prolonged contact the organic properties corrupt the body. The creatures who consumed this Celestial Gods Metal had no physical transformations until after the use of the Great Machine and woe were the people after the Great Machines use. The Great Machine stripped everything living in their world to only leave what remained and that was the root of the Great Machine. Gods Metal. These seemingly corrupted men had stripped everything organic in their lives and lives in the world without organic matter. 

They are ashamed of what they have done. They had never wished to become monsters both mentally and physically. They have become repulsive to their own standpoints and only wish to end it. But with the Creation of the Reality Drive, they have stripped themselves of all organic matter, only the spirit and soul remains and they cannot be killed. They have roamed their space in search of some purpose to realize that the Reality Drive has so much more potential. They have doomed their universe but I have seen them wish to spread their knowledge to others outside their universe. To make those understand that the Gods Metal can offer so much peace but also a great suffering. They pleaded to others but because they look like abominations, no one would listen. They were sent back from where they came to be trapped without their souls and only their spirit remains.

Now stripped of their body and soul, the creators of the Great Machine plot. Plot to enact their revenge on those who have wronged them. Sitting in their dark corner of the universe wishing to have a second chance to become something more than just men.







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Tuesday, May 21, 2019

To Prove Them Wrong

Boss them around,
to mold their lives. 
Do what your told,
so see the sun rise. 

Watch the world burn,
you're no kindred spirit. 
Watch the world turn,
to better your life. 

You can’t be,
anything you want to be. 
You can’t wait,
to prove them wrong. 

Boss them around,
because that what,
you were told to do. 
Watch them fail,
wait for someone new. 

He will knash,
she will wail. 
You will wait,
for the rest of the world. 

You can’t be,
anything you want to be. 
You can’t wait,
to prove them wrong. 








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Monday, May 20, 2019

Leak 5/20/19

Three posts this week



To Prove Them Wrong: Poetry-5/21/19 5:00 MST 

Apostates Sedition Part 4: The Great Machine: Prophecy-5/23/19 5:00 MST 

My Generation: Poetry-5/25/19 5:00 MST 







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Saturday, May 18, 2019

So Lovely



















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Thursday, May 16, 2019

Though The Rain





















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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Four Years Coming



Pull the chord,
from the phone,
we’re no longer alone. 
It’s been four years coming,
since we have been waiting. 

Tears of joy,
stream down her face,
and a lightness of breath,
overcomes me. 

We spent so many years,
to make this house a home. 
It seems it has pulled off, 
for better and for worse. 

We have been,
waiting sometime,
but we will have to wait,
a little longer.

I’m glad to see its glowing face,
this is what she wanted. 
It’s been a long time coming,
and the world was getting darker. 

It’s joy in our halls,
It’s unity defined. 
We have been,
waiting for some time. 
Now I can see the finishing line. 

There has been some woes,
but now the roads, 
are pathed with our faith,
that someday,
we would get our way. 

The day is here. 
There’s nothing to fear. 
It’s been four years coming,
since we have been waiting. 




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Monday, May 13, 2019

Leak 5/13/19

Three posts this week


Four Years Coming: Poetry-5/14/19 5:00 MST


Through the Rain: Visual Poetry 5/16/19 5:00 MST


So Lovely: Visual Poetry 5/18/19 5:00 MST 







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Saturday, May 11, 2019

Never Die





















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Thursday, May 9, 2019

The Handoff








Processing progress.
Love collapse. 
Nobody will give you space.
Pause and call them out. 

Now things are making sense.

Family of many.
Pretentious.
Everyone now leaves you alone.
Now you’re lonely.

Is this the way its meant? 

I’m now living alone,
with my pets. 
Mistakingly asking them,
what they want to be fed.

I’m now living alone, 
with full regrets. 
Maybe I should go out,
but what would my animals think? 

I’m now living alone,
giving the pets,
the utmost attention.
What would the neighbors think? 









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Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Where It Should Be






















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Monday, May 6, 2019

Leak 5/6/19

Three posts this week


Where It Should Be: Visual Poetry-5/7/19 5:00 MST

The Handoff: Poetry-5/9/19 5:00 MST

Never Die: Visual Poetry-5/11/19 5:00 MST








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Saturday, April 27, 2019

The Formation of Scenery





Is your luck up?
Or is your luck down?
It keeps spinning around,
till you find out,
where your head goes. 

All these things I see,
they don’t match the scenery. 
All the pieces don’t fit,
but I think it belongs that way. 

I have put together,
puzzles and riddles. 
I know what does,
and doesn’t belong.

But when I hear about,
the scenery.
I know the pieces don’t fit. 
They never will. 
But I was there,
when they originally,
came together.
The scenery changed,
the fate and the luck. 
Now the luck just goes down.



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Thursday, April 25, 2019

Haunt Me





I can’t, stop. 
They fall all around me. 

They won’t, drop. 
The lights flash all around me. 

Don’t burn too hot. 
The cityscape surrounds me. 

Seek out, not sought. 
Something special to, haunt me.




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Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Disrepair




A blank stare,
and disrepair,
There’s a,
long dark tunnel,
that will end me. 

End this,
somewhere in space,
I have a picture in my hand,
That I need to give up. 

If only you were real,
the memory is fading.
If I could still feel,
I’d write you,
into my skin ,
so I know you are there. 

The manic unfolds,
takes the control.
There a part of me,
that I want back. 
The manic controls,
as the mind unrolls. 
There’s a side of me,
that I need to hide. 

Disrepair. 
Into me. 
Solar flare. 
Destroying everything.







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Monday, April 22, 2019

4/22/19

Three post this week.

Disrepair: Poetry-4/23/19 5:00 PM MST

Haunt Me: Poetry-4/25/19 5:00 PM MST

The Formation of Scenery: Poetry 4/27/19 5:00 PM MST




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Saturday, April 20, 2019

Continue




















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Thursday, April 18, 2019

One Revolution

Oh father come save me,
I am mere molded by your hands. 
When the lights go out,
are you ready to fall?
When the world stops its turn,
are you ready to die?

Please mother come shape me,
alcohol still on my breath. 
Glass antiquity ready to break.
Island waste ready to be found. 

Will we know when we’re found?
Will we live when they choose?
All of these things,
revolve around us. 
Like they wait for us to die.



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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Just Stop






















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Monday, April 15, 2019

Leak 4/15/19

Three posts this week


Just Stop: Visual Poetry-4/16/19 5:00 MST

One Revolution: Poetry-4/18/19 5:00 MST

Continue: Visual Poetry-4/20/19 5:00 MST




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Saturday, April 13, 2019

The Joy























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Thursday, April 11, 2019

I Can't Take This Place














I see you reposed,
and you're stripped to the bone. 
I see you’re alone.

The speaker complains,
through the hall and in vain.
He lives with the chains. 

There’s a suite over there. 
I smile ear to ear,
three rounds to a cheer. 

I put my hands across your mouth,
try to muffle all the screams. 
Makeup starts to run real thin,
while it smudges about your face. 

I can’t take this place. 
It’s something I can’t relinquish. 
With the way you look at me. 

I can’t take this place,
This has a upsetting space. 
Wish things can go back,
to what they were. 


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Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Make It Loud



















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Monday, April 8, 2019

Leak 4/8/19

Three posts this week 


Make It Loud: Visual Poetry-4/9/19 5:00 MST 

I Can't Take This Place: Poetry-4/11/19 5:00 MST  

The Joy: Visual Poetry-4/13/19 5:00 MST 






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Saturday, April 6, 2019

Someone Other























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Thursday, April 4, 2019

Upstanding Citizen













If we’re going to have,
the alcohol,
I need to make,
this right. 
You said you were sure,
and you were fine. 

Do you need to talk for a bit,
to explain your story?
Before the story of,
what were drinking,
makes the night. 

I’m not lying,
if I’m dying,
to know what,
brought you here. 
You have a ripped shirt,
made of flannel, 
and you say you,
can’t hold your liquor. 

It looks like you’ve,
been hit by a bus.
Or been down,
on your luck. 
I just want to make sure,
your next choice,
won’t be your last. 

Don’t let the alcohol,
define your joy. 
Or whether or not it,
will get you closer to your boy. 

There’s some 
sick people,
in this world. 
They will do things,
to you I’m told.

You look like you,
would rather talk.
Or leave this place,
and begin to walk. 
I just want to make sure,
your next choice,
won’t be your last.

Let’s take that walk,
and do a proper talk. 
Let’s get you where you live,
and not in some strangers home. 
I just want to make sure,
your next choice,
won’t be your last.

It’s not that they hate you.
It’s not that they think your ugly. 
It’s not that you were a strange child.
It’s not that they don’t care

I just want to make sure,
your next choice,
won’t be your last.






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Tuesday, April 2, 2019

The Lie





















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Monday, April 1, 2019

Leak 4/1/19

Three post this week

The Lie: Visual Poetry-4/2/19 5:00 MST

Upstanding Citizen: Poetry-4/4/19 5:00 MST

Someone Other: Visual Poetry-4/6/19 MST






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Saturday, March 30, 2019

Run Away


Thursday, March 28, 2019

Showing My Love




Looking through the house,
waiting for the day.
Could I be the one?
Don’t give your life away.
Maybe I will get some more haste
Maybe I will see my life end. 

Crawling through the floor,
quiet as a mouse.
the searchlights are on,
looking for me and one more. 
Maybe I’ll see the light of day. 
Maybe I’ll get away. 

I hear in the distance,
Can you spare a light?
I swear it’s the last time.
I see in the streets.
Can you spare a dime?
Just need some change. 
Give it to my son,
he’s worse off than me,
showing him my love. 

I can see,
I can hear,
the things you do,
when I’m near. 

Just make it by,
buy a life,
one last time,
this time it’s mine. 

I hear in the distance,
Can you spare a light?
I swear it’s the last time.
I see in the streets.
Can you spare a dime?
Just need some change. 
Give it to my son,
he’s worse off than me,
showing him my love.





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