First banned from Poetry Circle and then Aphelion. This world is not ready for what I write and so to the world a strong affirmation FUCK YOU! (it definitely makes me feel sooooo much better)

WordPress is nothing more than a circle jerk. “You likey? Me lonely.” To which I say, (yes, you guessed it) FUCK YOU! (better)

I’ve written and told two women that I love them and in return nothing but sorrow and pain, so too now the writing.

No more.

i am finished saying what i wanted to say so….

now to turn my interests to myself and art, and living, and the pursuit of understanding what none of you fucks could ever come close to understanding, so adieu, adios, and let me say what anyone reading this shit wants to tell me , “Fuck you!” to which I tip my hat and say, thank you.

Pakistan persecuting Christians for saying bad things about that goat fucking, child molesting Mohammad? Fuck them.

This is a fucking prison; Earth. Every form of life on this shithole planet is serving time because God has a wonderful sense of humor.

Christian killing Muslim, Muslim killing Christian. Democrats killing everything, Republicans killing everything. You killing everything. As for me, I don’t exist. I only get to watch it all get fucked up and explode. And trust me when I say, fuck this planet.

So, what’s the solution? A prison break? Escape? Ha! Goat fuckers. I wonder though, do goats like getting fucked?

Ever watch a baby deer get killed and eaten by an eagle? Brutal. So is a baby eagle getting eaten by rat.

To see a planet totally destroyed is actually one of God’s forms of poetry. To see a star implode and take a solar system with it… Wonderful!

Pakistan? Fuck you. America? Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all.

And now, to go smell some flowers before the Sun kills them.

written by: a God particle.

Obscene blasphemy ripened by pregnant vulgarity

or so it seems.

Words beholden to debate, or not, in the mind reading. A simple mind.

You see, God plays poker with God and God always wins even if God cheats…

God never lies which then the answer to an old question: Does God ever lose, as even the mark hides.

Ha!

So simple the answer as God made people.

Yet, yes yet, there came to pass the spittle of God cast to create chaos and order; phlegm of a Universe

(smells a bit like lavender.)

a math unlike any other. free from constraint and order. hope for hope and yet hopeless.

rotten until the flowers bloom so bright their petals make any Sun blush.

Yes then, again i say, yes and thanks, for to see God spit my my eye has given clarity to understand by it is important to give thanks to my Creator; spitting with Love deep into God’s Eye.

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A poem written by a bird

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Soft fold of shudder

there between earth and sky

soaring so, so, sooooo,

high.

A question gains heigtht

Can birds dream?

Yes!

Of course we dream

ever and ever the dream

…

the true question then,

can birds fly?

Hey parasite.

“Yes o mighty lord of numbnuts.”

It’s fucking hot outside.

“No shit. So when are you going to get skin cancer?”

Never, I used some sunblock.

“And why are you even talking to me? I’m busy watching a cricket talk to a hot rock.”

What is it saying?

“What? The rock or the cricket?”

Both.

“They both are talking about how retarded you are.

Cool.

“You’re an idiot.”

Vermin

Rodents

Diseased

Prolific

Destructive

Creative

Farmers

Warriors

Cowards

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Which is which?

Who is who?

My money is on the crickets.

So?

So!

So she got impregnated on an ‘alien’ ship above ‘a’ planet. Maybe the planet was Earth? One would think so since this shit is written in english on a HP computer…

or

Maybe the planet was not even in this solar system?

Maybe the planets was not even in this galaxy.

She did get impregnated though, doggy style. (woof!)

And this is exactly what they wanted,

though they did not like what happened next.

Humanity slips away

A sliver here, a wedge there

Today a city block faded far past any memory of reality.

I don’t exist much anymore

Fading

Sliding into obscurity

Two young women smiled as they watched for reaction: One already growing cancer inside, the other destined for the impact of speed.

Blocks growing

Growing bigger each and every passing

i wish for humanities sake, i did not have to see.