BEASTS INTO MEN

Game Theory: 

"When those who are irrationally committed to destruction if they don’t get their way confront rational individuals, the former prevail".

EGG LAY3RS

Fiery Flame: And Love at our back

 

A new day on earth has arrived, lack luster covered in anger and shame. The sun ablaze, scorching hot, coming up over the horizon, filling everything in its path with radioactive power. 

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Conscious only for a brief moment, 

life passes; retinas glazed concentrating on distant pasts.

“How are we going to make it”, voices chatter, 

anxiously sifting through conundrums for pieces of wisdom. 

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It is I who matters, the rest do not matter.

It is I who will save you, you from I, and I from you.

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With love at our back, like Orpheus, we too must taste the sting of death.

 Or await the day, when all will stand "hands out" to those who feed ‘em. 

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Yet, burn on furious sun, for those under your light care not for your flame.   

TH3 BLVCK SWVN IS UP()N U$

WHERE BL()GS G0 2 DI3

Seldom do I hello, hallowed by thy name.

Behind every shadow, hides the daemon of gain.

Virile, viral, progenitor of shame.

Exposer of "the lackluster", exposure of "the vain".

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Thanatos, Thanatos, 

  Shadows, Chains. 

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O Muse of Muses,

brilliant, mundane.

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Thanatos, Thanatos,

to you I bow.

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O Muse of thy blog,

Aid me now!

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Breath of my last,

half a drink in my glass,

the young die so fast,

to be a part of the mass. 

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End. 

Unique

There are those who say he's coming back but we have only to wait...

There are some who say he burst up there because ball was not meant to fly…

And there are some who maintain he landed safely in a place where balls bounce high…

-Saul Bass

CleaN CuT Am3RiCano

Tomorrows Sun

Awakened in a state of yearning, youth is the age that finds the world bare.
Half-willing, wholly stubborn, the heart has faded non-committed.
Living a dream unfolded, time passes alluding to what once was.

 Adorned with excruciating gestures, Sun bitten faces remind us

“tomorrow’s sun is today's worry”.

Double G Mic V.

Remembrance is the goal of the precocious.

They are

sensitive, susceptible, and willing to walk the path of least resistance, 

yet prepared to damn the world to hell. 

Perturbed by congenial coaxing, 

their voices speak aloud as if thousands of years have never passed.

They are told 

creation is a figurative gesture, 

and that their souls, 

can only be saved by the hand of mammon.

Sit and weep precocious mind

for the wax tablet melts away in the flickering flame.

Tha Yung Artist As Villian

Tha Streetz Talkin'

YUNG BOGEY

As I Stand Staring

I don't want to make superficial Poetry.

 Especially,

if the 

illusions, 

idioms, 

and similes

don't capture or express my life experiences. 

 Poetry is a platform. 

A means to an end;

like

a wood chopper uses an axe to chop down a tree, 

I aim 

to use my Poetry

to create. 

To articulate and express 

poignant ideas, 

visions, and sentiments.

...  

I seek and work toward expressing a deeper human consciousness,

even if the representation is simple and crude.
... 

The goal is to capture and express life better than other art forms can. 

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The end is the product, 

the means is the time, 

effort, 

emotion, 

vocalization, 

will and wit.

Look Up to the Sky