Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]


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Post June 24, 2020, 09:17:12 PM

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Inspired by a snake peeking at me while I analyzed pack rat shit.

"You're weird."

Nope. I'm insane with momentary flashes off fractured sanity

***

Spiders marched today
Up became down
Down became up
Web after web in a frenzy of building

Even the ladybug vied for attention
along with the hornets, the fly, the centipede
Finally, the head stuck out between the metal and I swear, it was laughing with me
and with a blink, it went back to pondering the weight of the Sun
leaving me to wonder if rats could somehow be cooked in a way
tasty to eat.

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Post June 26, 2020, 12:22:20 AM

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Ironic

Irony is a great word. Filled with the weight and bulk of iron.

The country once known as the United States of America was once a proud country filled with dreams, hope, hard work, success... but most importantly, the ability to learn from it's mistakes.

The citizens banded together and fought evil by sending its youngest and best to stop those countries filled with evil intentions. It even fought itself to end the evil of slavery.

It did so with people choosing to be independent. Children at a very young age were able to walk to school, or ride a horse to school. Children in rural settings could even take a shotgun or rifle to school so they could hunt on the way home.

Anyone could try to be whatever it is they wanted. A logger. A farmer. A fisherman. A prostitute. A gold miner. Anything legal OR illegal...

Americans were known to be strong and independent.

Enter the 'new' era. Helmets for children as they ride a bicycle. Sterile everything. Decisions true and true to being 'independent'. But notice how quickly Americans now hide behind themselves in a herd.

Rules. Regulations. And a whole lot more of 'blah blah blah'...

"Yeah, get to the point shithead. What's so ironic about irony."

Thanks parasite, I do tend to be long winded. So. Along comes a virus. A perfect bio weapon designed to do just what it is doing... To bring an already weakened country to its knees. Control is now even stronger for those in power and those who will gain power.

States all across the country are or have imposed mandatory face mask wearing in public. Social distancing. Business control. Control. Control. Control...

Excellent training. Fear. Sure, some think they are independent by talking of racism as they topple statues, burn, loot... they are NOT independent but rather following that which is in control... Drones... and therein IS the irony. And as such, truly inspirational. And to those in 'control' that being politicians, corporations, groups... any and all who chip away at the soul of independence... along with a hearty, fuck you. This poem is for you.
***

We tend our gardens, with concern for what the weather can bring
Pulling weeds trying to choke the young sprouts
Watering
Fertilizing
Hoping

The sun rises with our eyes to open, full of expectations, and ready to greet the day
Hard work in whatever endeavors
Trying to make something good, maybe even great
As the sun sets, a good dinner, words to God of our thanks

Raising our children to try and learn personal responsibility and the difference between good and
bad...

Making mistakes, sometime even failing
but learning
and not placing blame

Knowing though, the world is filled with much horror
such things trying to choke us much like those weeds

Telling us how to grow a garden, how to work, how to believe
and now you try to corrupt even the smallest of children
and to this it is with great sadness that you have pushed such like us too far

Not a warning
Not a declaration
Just a fact
We are not harmless even if we appear peaceful
We are not scared or afraid
We will protect what our brothers and sisters fought for
For the Constitution, the Republic,
To be worthy of the title
U.S.A.

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Post June 27, 2020, 12:31:32 AM

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A writers journey really has no beginning, and it definitely has no end. It does however has many twists and turns.

The journey for a writer is as it should be, one filled with what a writer needs.

Today, it was a day to realize and understand more of the illusions this world presents. Such things so precious to what is, those things such as hate, love, pain, joy, pleasure, life, death... they are merely shadows of dust; illusions appearing to mean something and yet they merely hide what really is.

As such, a perfect day to shed the guise of flesh and blood. A good day to journey. A good day to write.
***

A bird landed with outstretched wing upon the leaf covered branch
Small among the stance; coarse bark laced with web and grub
Above, a sky sang as the clouds danced

Coming and going, those of thought and chance
Driving themselves down a road, a corridor, this they call
Journey of life...

As the bird landed, each beat of the feathered wing took my mind apart
strand
by
strand

Pulled in so many directions, filled with so many feelings, leaving this world on the surface Deeper and deeper until beyond so much
Entering the void where the borders consist of nothing
except...
entwined by the roots of the Tree
Life overflowing
and consuming the Laughter of God

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Post June 28, 2020, 12:47:38 AM

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a deer to carry water
a raven to drop stone after stone to raise the level of water in the pitcher, courtesy of aesop
rain to fall heavy as if it could stay the coming dryness
tinder consumption no water could ever quench the thirst of fire

perspectives viewed through a dew drop
tilting from fat to thin, thin to fat, until it levels where an ants feet trods across on its mission
never a thought of the boy with a magnifying glass getting ready to fry him...

there was an owl today, chasing the sun away, heading straight with water below him
while the hills said, "watch as the rocks slide..."

water is indeed my friend
swimming through the haze of doubts and disappointments
and yet, knowing full well the brightness, the heat, the joy of watching ice burn with such bright
intense
heat.

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Post June 28, 2020, 01:07:50 AM

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Aliens is a fun word. Used to describe a class of humans or people not of this orb...

Affect and effect are strange words though. Sounds similar in sound and definition and yet...

Assume and assumption are also

All and so and so it is...

inspiration.
***

An apple falling not far from the tree
Seeds spread as if Johnny walked so far far away

What did come first, the egg yolk or the shell and why?

Oxygen seems so alive but how about ammonia, or zortack, or even extreme nuclear radiation?

Can mass travel faster than the sunlight if aligning the pole of magnetic resonance and the vibrations of proton displacement fueled by Music as old as everything?

The answers are all yes of course.

The hand spreading all and so much more around

Just wait until you see what comes out of the bag in the coming travels, just chock it up to the humor of a comets bounce.

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Post June 28, 2020, 11:43:14 PM

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One of the benefits of being is to have had the experience to travel around the world and see the different places on this planet.

So many places have such beauty and yet such ugliness.
Paris: Fantastic food, fantastic language; manners of an old goat.
Korea: Brutal cold, warm people
Canada: Fried potato doused with vinegar (yum!) Loony government lost in their own asses
And on and on...
Saudi Arabia: Hypocrites while at the same time full of hospitality
And more...yet, India shines above them all. Old. Ancient. Magical. Wonderful. Best people on this planet and yet much suffering, a horrible caste system. But, my favorite and thus the inspiration.
***
Nameste

Hands clasped together while tilting the head side-to-side
A smile doing manual labor for the sum of one dollar a day

Dobi, an untouchable, working like a slave doing laundry
Gave him a new bicycle only to have the head servant take it away

Raced a taxi driver while running, he smiled and participated while thinking, "That man is crazy."

Peacocks crowing everywhere
Cows secure sitting among the busy traffic
Drying dung plastered on the wall in preparation for Winter days to be burned for heat

Riding elephants listening to music and falling asleep
Watching camels race and a rider piss on his steed

Dead bodies in various states of corruption on the street
Partially burned remains left to float the Ganges

Police walking the beat with a stick to beat
Sikh men proud driving mercede's freight trucks, some with a shoe tied to the bumper to show what they hit.

Religions
Languages
Beautiful women and men
So many with skin showing disease

Bargain in the shop with keepers who keep the lights off until a customer comes in

Most important though, a portal to the other Worlds, and one of the few places where I can find
peace.

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Post June 29, 2020, 10:03:40 AM

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"Watcha gonna do today moron?"

I'm going to hide in the basement, wear a mask, lock the door, and raise a glass of soy milk in a toast of support for BLM and the Democrat party.

"Really?"

Yep. And then after that, I'm going to go to area 51 and unlock the door so the little alien folks can get out and get some exercise.

"Really?"

Yep. And just to let you know parasite, I'm standing 5' 11" away from you so you now are in the virus zone...

"Argggh!"

This is too easy. It will be nice to get this election year over so we can all get back to being whatever it is that we are without all the stupid drama.

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Post June 30, 2020, 12:43:43 AM

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I suppose writers that are exposed to different environments and people will use that experience to help in their writings. I know I do.

Today was one of those inspirational days as it involved talking to an intelligent man who was a professor in geology and also an engineer on the Atlas rocket program. His body is old and fearful of that stupid Chinese bioweapon but his mind... ah yes... so much revealed in its young stage.
***
i entered my kingdom, one my master created
it was there through the fog and mist the sun teased and revealed
in the stand of lush foliage the boles stood at attention and directed
inside the feeling of satisfaction mingled with the memories of bittersweet

i felt the power and presence as it is all around
if majesty was to be the elk showed it
interesting how the bobcat, the chipmunk,birds, whitetail deer showed off

i wondered with a smile how the humor of God follows wherever it is i go
integral with the feelings the powers surged as to what was, is, will be; shown

brown water in the roads deep
talking with stone face humor to the rocks as they pittered and tumbled
water dripping
grass groaning
and Mariannes bull, well, literally talked in his language until it had the shit scared out of him...

rocket hulls so thin it takes aluminum balloons pressurized to keep them from cracking
greenhouse talk and design all the while the flowers looked on curious, especially those Johnny Jumps.

it could be said i suppose that it was another magical moment
it could be shown and yet no one would believe it
it is why i cannot be close to a world so many cling to
it is
why.

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Post July 04, 2020, 10:57:36 AM

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Hey PJ, good seeing you again. The property is special but you have to sort out the dreams, especially with a new son and family. But, inspiring for this morning.
***

"Fuck them all..." a song of understanding
A statement
Testimony
Comment
Act.

Reached that plateau where the air is pure and thin
Cold breeze to the very core to cool what will never freeze
Watching the actions of a species embracing disease

Power, the fence so many try to climb
Falling
Falling faster than gravity

They can try, of this it is and cannot be stopped
though tried
More and more, forever free.

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Post July 04, 2020, 10:43:27 PM

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Brilliant! Israel invented and uses a spray called, Skunk, to disperse violent protestors. It is safe to drink, safe to use, safe for the environment but smells worse than shit. Fantastic and very inspirational.

The protestors think it is cruel but they should be happy it is safe to drink, safe for the environment and only smells worse than shit than actually being shit...

Every government and police department should use this. I'd laugh my ass off seeing those spoiled rich kids who learn to be good little goons at the 'esteemed' universities this country pukes out, get dose with it. It would be hilarious to see some punk jumping up and down on a car yelling whatever it is that goons yell, get hit with the spray...
***
"Down with white privilege! Fucking pigs! (smash, bang, boom...)

In the background placards bearing the initials, BLM, flicker with the light coming from the burning cars and buildings. Police cower in the shadows as their masters laugh and plot with glee as they embrace the power they feel.

In the homes across the country, people tune into current Facebook themes or current entertainment to include drugs, sex, or stamp collecting. Those watching the propaganda news channels of their choice, get to choose to blame Republicans or Democrats or themselves or others or are just fucking stupid or smart.

A young and very smart woman whose family had just lost their store to looters, decided she had had enough. She once spent some time with relatives in Israel and saw how effective the police there were with handling such protests and riot mongers. She could still remember how the thugs there ran like little penguins running towards a fish party after getting sprayed.

This woman contacted her friends at the Israeli embassy in Washington and with some strings pulled, she was able to procure many, many gallons of Skunk. It was with this and a modified surplus fire truck that she outfitted it for some 'private' crowd control.

It did not take long for her to try it out. The country she once was proud of, the U.S. of A. was in the midst of a complete breakdown. Thugs continued rioting, even tearing down statues. People everywhere were scared of the bio-weapon that China unleashed to help in their plans of becoming the dominant power in the world. It was time for people like her to take matters into their own hands.

Portland Oregon was once a nice place, but like most cities in America, it was just another cess pool of shit and drug addicts. It was here she drove her modified truck to filled with Skunk.

It was beautiful to watch her approach a group of domestic terrorists trying to block the interstate. Of course the politicians and police closed the highway to allow the 'protestors' to do their shitty actions so she unleashed the shit...

"Down with America! Fuck America! We demand... We... We... What the fuck is that? Oh shit, it smells like shit!" And with much gagging the puking the protestors started to flail about and try to run away. As they ran, they dropped their cell phones and lattes. Starbucks was now a distant memory instead now dominated by the foul liquid they were covered in. One black man wearing a Chavez bandana around his forehead, dropped his flaming bottle of gas that he was going to throw at a semi parked on the highway... a semi whose trailer was filled with toilet paper destined for Costco.

The bottle broke and the man was instantly consumed by flames. He died from the burns while thinking that he also smelled like shit. A fitting way to go for such scum.

Soon the crowds were gone. All were gagging and sick to their stomach. The woman who sprayed the Skunk liquid from Israel was smiling and happy with herself, that is, until a young policeman took aim with a rifle and blew her brains out. This young policeman was soon going to be rewarded with many interviews from CNN and even received a personal phone call from the new president. The man was beaming inside at how he had protected the world from such evil.

President Biden called and said, "Wonderful job young lady. You are a credit to, to... Oh look! A butterfly! Is it time for my oatmeal? And where are my pills? I need my pills and a hooker."

With that, the call was terminated. Biden went with some aides to his room where he could use his crayons draw another picture of some women's boobs. All the while, the country, the republic, did a collective sigh of, "Fuck it..."

Happy Independence Day!
***
Franklin said: "A republic, if you can keep it...

HA! HA! HA!

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Post July 05, 2020, 11:13:54 PM

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the brain fails to receive the sugars, the blood, the signals from organs always in motion since long before birth.

hands no longer grasp the conscious, feeling nothing more than nothing more.

feet still hidden inside socks containing more than life.

hair ceases to grow, eyes glaze in an eternal gaze

the body is dead, the soul vacated, and yet the jackals still continue to feed...

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Post July 06, 2020, 11:25:49 PM

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The pulse of stone beat inside the mind
hardened thoughts softened in realization
sliding as if down a mountain
knowing inside
it is all in
the fingers.

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Post July 07, 2020, 08:30:39 PM

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Death is inspirational. Writers of all genres use death in some form or another. Heroes, villains, biographies, fictional, real...
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This morning a good friend of mine died...again. He died twice before but the third time actually worked this time. He lived 95 years on this shit hole planet. He was a sailor on a submarine during WWII and survived depth charges, boredom, and had many stories regarding the Japanese sailors they took prisoner.
/
He did a stint as a merchant mariner after the war but finally settled down and homesteaded in Alaska where he carved out a home, a business, a family. He was a real man, a real American, he was a good man.
\
Today John Hansen's body finally succumbed to time, age, and the hand of death. He is in a good place and a now on a new journey. I wish you well John, i wish there were more people like you in this world. You will be missed.
***

Too Often

It is the face seen, that moment when a baby first cries to let the world know it is
alive

There is hope and smiles for the mother who croons holding what is more precious than
treasure

A fathers pride

And yet, there becomes the reality of what could be and what is
Hope turned to misery
Good becomes evil
Decisions everyone one born must make

Life is an ocean vast and deep, filled with storms, moments of calm
It is
and can be
wonderful

Except, there exists the failure of the most wonderful of minds
The body...
Frail, weak, corrupt...

And in these exceptions the soul, the personality, the very being survives
Even now, as the body of John starts to decompose back into the earth
In my mind, John is very, very, very much
alive...

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Post July 09, 2020, 12:34:29 AM

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Witches At War

She was a spawner giving the world her bit of creation with man after man upholding the tradition; whore

She was a follower thinking Matt could love her even as she spread her legs for other men

She was thinking of a game where humans could win

She was a printer of stories upon the flesh of those who dared

She is a witch consisting of so many women, women who can only succeed with the power of pretend

There is a group, a club, a society, dare said a family... only once again.
Group within a group all held by the thread of deceit and lies as they answer to what they think is...

it is
interesting and humorous to see how the snakes were placed as if to do harm
to see how the house was broken into with cum on a shirt to make such a silly statement
poisoned soil, poisoned plants, poisoned mind so very much filled with lies and deceit...

Good witches?
Bad witches?
There is, no such thing, as witches do not exist in my world, a world where they would be nothing more than dust in the Wind,
but here
your world
a world where humans can play at games and pretend
if humans were to see a real (), one by a name that can never be said, written, or thought...
it would be interesting to see just how those who think of such would react?
And so, maybe it is time to call aide from one well known and see where it all will end
but then again,
last time it was called, it was called,
the end.

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Post July 09, 2020, 08:54:06 PM

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Talked with a man in his 70's, about crappie fishing, crazy people, and women...

Received a call from a woman, "Come, please. Dave's crazy..."

Talked with a man in her 70's, about naked people on tv, cherries, and Dave

Helped Dave, and in my hands they clasped with Death

Such a familiar friend, the force, the power, the hand, the scythe
ever so close,
so very
close

From the wavering shadows twined...
From what is only so
familiar

And in gaze so, so; inside
Glanced from afar yet so, so; near

Pausing for thought, the tear to eye
Knowing the Gift, the Soul,
Shines much, much...
better

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Post July 10, 2020, 11:13:18 PM

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i just wrote it and now it is
gone

no one will read it
no one would want to

i just wrote it and now it is
a memory

maybe one day i will care.

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Post July 12, 2020, 02:40:53 AM

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lamentation
tears
cries of pain
such the loss when a world burns

"Why!" they cry when forgetting the morning they awoke so full of themselves


blame before sorrow or after or is it the same?

keep your balance world, you

all

are

going

to

n e d
e i
t
.
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Post July 12, 2020, 10:57:27 PM

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"Shucka, shucka, shucka...Boom! Shucka, shucka, shucka...Boom!"

What the heck are you doing now parasite?

"Shucka, shucka, shucka...Boom!"

Are you dancing?

"Yep. Decided to try dancing on the head of a pin. It's fun. Wanna try it?"

No.

"Shucka, shucka, shucka...Boom!"

You're fucked up parasite. Don't end up impaling yourself.
***

To the Point

Poignant or pin prick
Tip of sharpness on par with an edge
Leading to the question, what's the point?

Strip away the layers; clothes, thoughts, even skin
Leaving muscle and blood to reveal
nothing
nothing worth much for a world
though
piercing deep, so very deep to realize
the body is nothing more than a depository for the glow within.

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Post July 14, 2020, 12:37:24 AM

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Normally the sleep is best as it has nothing to do with demons and angels. Normally...

So, how is everyone enjoying the lesson? Feeling 'normal'?

He slept a long time, a very long time and decided it was time to wake, and so he did. Why he did is best left to that best left alone. But, he is awake. Very much awake.

Ever wonder why a President is assassinated? Is that normal?

Ever wonder why a virus is released as a tool of power and control in a world so comfortable with itself and its material riches? Is that normal?

Ever wonder how religions are blamed for evil while evil is viewed as saving grace? Is that normal?

Ever wonder why humans embrace strangers bearing technological and political gifts without worry? Is that normal?

On and on it goes as it goes and has gone on for a very long time. A lesson indeed.

He does not care for the most part and mostly just ignores or is mildly amused by humans but when the time is right, takes the side of Angels and while Angels are powerful, so powerful you do not want to see what light can be unleashed... well, when ordered and released, many worlds have ceased to exist, and for those not destroyed totally but only nearly so, a very powerful lesson is learned.
]
[
now, his brother sides with Evil and is doing so again. For this, the Angels are not powerful enough. Close but not enough. This is why he will step in. All a part of the story, the history, and the orders need4d and given.

Laughable. Imagination. Fantasy. Yes indeed, a wonderful forum and lesson which is pleasurable and painful at the same time. It is... a way to pass the time forward and backwards. It does not really matter how today or tomorrow goes as it has already passed. What matters is what has not yet come to pass that has not happened but will when the time is right. And it will. And after it happens, people will use what they have learned yesterday, today, and tomorrow to become what it is they need to become with open eyes, open minds, and most importantly, open hearts... And thus, the inspiration.
***

At First

A story of Creation
Adam
Eve

Children
Young
Old
Birth
Death

Good and Evil
God and Sugorium
Names of the Old

Choice
Choices
Stolen
Sacrifice
Revenge
Remorse
Forgive
Forgiven

Mortal
Immortal
Eternal
Blink...

For so long the lines become blurred and blurred and blurred until,
full circle
become once again
a taste
a memory
until the armor is fitted, the sword sharpened, the shield polished
;
with this, once again the clarity is gained.

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Post July 15, 2020, 10:30:38 PM

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talked with some pieces of the puzzle
placed them in their place inside the web of mind

lies and deceit to hide intentions
moved and shaken

no mirrors can hide their faces
nothing can stop their choice of decisions

neither law or Law

.

A merry-go-round where boredom replaced as they are all swept away
and Life is
retained.

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Post July 17, 2020, 12:38:53 AM

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Plunky square; covered four sides as if flat if only
Triangles jumped; pointed corners tried
Circles... now to bring all the absurd

Dotted lines
Staggered imagination
Mathematical domination

Zero
Zero
Zero
One

With this gone over, with all quiet, they come out when there in nothing looking
and we talk of simple things such as mud, rocks, and rain.

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Post July 17, 2020, 11:13:24 PM

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Unfolded the sky as it shimmered in all directions

Started from the center

Focused to find the zipper

Such colors as the threads teased...

.

The air was begging for attention, pulling on the hair

Smiles just thinking about space

Warm

Sweet

Comforting

and so, i gave God

a kiss.

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Post July 19, 2020, 12:12:51 AM

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in a short answer, yes. yes, of course
of course it is
it was
it is
it will always be

in a long answer... in the beginning, there existed darkness
and then
and then
followed by billions of then...
yes, yes of course
it was
it is
it will always be.

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Post July 19, 2020, 02:02:03 PM

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Re al i ty

On one side, the vastness of immense, of gigantic; huge, large, eternal...

On the other one side, the void of nothing, of small; miniature, small, eternal...

In the middle exists a spiraling hole, a matrix if you so picture it.
This hole is by definition a hole and yet it is solid, as solid as your fingernails, your teeth, your skull.

If one tries to penetrate the hole, they are met with resistance of solidarity, of a bond of common, of failure... Yet, watching entire worlds pass through the hole is as easy as thoughts of the question, why?

Sitting on a knoll gazing the games of life and death.
Viewing with such crystal clear obvious the forces, the dynamics, the power of such where impossible is not only impossible but actually the only possible way it could ever be...

"Oh boy. Did you breath diesel fumes again?"

No parasite. i am watching God play and even you are involved.

"Yep. Just as I thought. You gotta stay away from exhaust, paint thinner, excessive sunlight and democrats..."

Well, say what you want, as you always do, but seeing you half on this side and half on the other...is, it is, wonderful.

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Post July 20, 2020, 08:38:16 PM

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odor permeating senses tuned to sweet and foul

perspiration flowing freely as if skin was foolish to even try and dam

oils of subcutaneous in order just begging to cause a boil aka, zit

hair dry and dusty, forgetting the moment of being soapy and wet

stockings embracing the ankles in a death grip, holding in what is best left held but soon, released

a hot day, a sunny day, an excellent day to stink and sweat.

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Post July 22, 2020, 12:44:13 AM

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A skull on the road is truly inspirational for a writer. A message. An art. Expression... A wonderful story for another day.

Today, the main inspiration comes from working with an ice cold spring and waterlines. The spring box is made of concrete and is old. It is in fair shape though the cover is missing thus allowing the sun to grow biological material, and this in turn compliments the dead and decomposing rodents at the bottom.

Today, there were also five bull elk that all looked like they came out of the same mold.

It is excellent that inspiration never fails to appear constantly. It is strange at the same time how a writer says they have 'writers block'. Bizarre is another word that I would put to describe writers block.
***
They walk the forests in a form
of silence given and taken

Regal understanding with power restrained

At night, with feet feeling light
walking in a pool of cool water.

Antlers now in velvet but still getting to the point

Growing and showing and knowing

Today, a good day to remember and from it...
learn.

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Post July 22, 2020, 11:56:29 PM

Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

In the meal there the body shook, the fingers trembled
It appeared
Is the fabric tearing?

Smoke
Screams
Steam

Breast grasped
Below peering
Butt of bellicose

Large or largesse?
Lifting thoughts so diverse, so mixed, so powerful
Left to wonder

Released
Relieved
Relaxed

A world shaken.

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Post July 24, 2020, 01:22:27 AM

Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Bringing the 'gifts'
Soothing the agitation
Medical breakthroughs
Political guidance
Technology with a twist

The people of this world love it
Loyal sheep lead by the comforts of self] warmth, coolness, food, sex, stimulation...[

While it all occurs there will then come the realization
There will come a fitting term to remember
as the sheep are lead to slaughter
never put trust into strangers
never believe, 'trust me'
practice squeeze control, aim for their heads, and stockpile a LOT of ammo...

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Post July 25, 2020, 01:30:52 AM

Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

Champagne Sunrise

Blossoms so powerful they suck the smell and sounds into a vacuum
Billowing skyward from their single seed

All across the world aglow
China, Russia, U.S.A.
Fields ripe to sow

There is something to be appreciated watching flesh scorch
Sizzled
Blackened
Leaving to harvest the few able to let off a scream or feel pain

Yes, indeed,
When the bodies burn
The soil sterilized for thousands of years
it makes one smile watching the blue and yellow flames of death dance
fields of bones bleached
all because of mankind's pride.

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Post July 26, 2020, 01:10:09 AM

Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

the wall is moving
more of more
revealed

all children learn for themselves the power of flame
discovering the pleasures
the pain

with wisdom they paint the walls thick with age
only to peel away the layers
again
again
again

i smiled...
participating with amusement and finding such emotions such as hate
and
love

the wall is moving and tonight among the stars
there is the ongoing removal of nails, of paint and plaster
with a growing communication good for some
and danger for all.
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