Organic Synthetic Lord Halvor

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Organic / Synthetic

By Lord Halvor

Copyright 2011

Published with Lulu.com


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*This book does not adhere to any rules. If this bothers you please stop reading now. If

you continue reading, I want you to shout these 'poems' at your 'educators' at the top of

your lungs. How can they punish you for reading aloud? If you are no longer in school

please shout them at your members of congress, and read them at town hall meetings.

Just don't try to sell them, unless you are low key about it. What can I really do to stop you

anyways?

*This does not mean that you are authorized to sell the contents within this book. You can,

however, give them away.

Parental Advisory: This book should not be read by anyone who is not over

18 years of age. Portions of this book were written for hyenas, wolves, and

even unicorns. The content may not be easily understood by humans.

However, I hope that your experience down the treacherous trail shall be

pleasant, and as painless as possible. My warnings are always overdone so

I will end it here. This book is not for kids.


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Table of Contents

Book The First: OrganicTwo Hawks, One Story

Starting Over

An American Nightmare

Dystopic Grid

Immersed

1:45 A.M.

Fossil Fuels

No More Litanies For Breakfast

Son of Halvor, Son of Simon

New DiscoveryA Beauteous Park

Something New

16th Amendment

An Ode to Inner Conflict

A Lucid Ritual of Blame

Perturbed

Laser Based Mutilations

I'm Purging a Truth

Thought Crime DeterrentA Sordid Malevolence

The World is Flat; 2+2=5.

Not sure where it begins

Paranoia

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Did I mention that I hate titles?

Continental Drift

A Final Front

Help?

A StatementMonotony

I question my very reality

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Help? #2

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Change

A Continuity of Minimalism


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Reckless Bathing

I'm Back

Pseudo- Intellectual

Rambling and Compartmentalized

Katacomb

Book The Second: SyntheticTitle Schmitle

Is this the %**$ word?

A Minimalist Rendition of Vicissitude

The Muse Clears Her Slate

Another Rat in the Maze.

The Lesson Plan Trust No One

The End Times

The One

Alliterate the Hate

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Book One: Organic

TwoHawks, OneStory

Part 1: Tranquility

The hawk soars over a seemingly endless expanse.

He is caught within a strong draft of wind

Searching for prey.

His keen sight alerts him to me.

Life must be full ofwonderand amazement

For the truly free.

Part 2: The Vicious Cycle

Whilst standing in the kitchen,

I became immersed in awe.

A spontaneousemanation from outside found me.

The Majestic wings swooped down,

with lethal dynamism,

five minutes ago,

and stunned the prey.

The carcass shall replenish.

The cycle continues.

The earth grins.

Decomposition

This I can only imagine.

I can only paint the image within my mind.

For I draw stick people and snowmen,

And I don't see that hawk coming back any time soon.

Devoid of procrastination

And oblivious to his own violent nature

With a telescopic vision & a pyramidal precision

The hawk has assured its survival today.


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Starting Over

A stolen language and borrowed time

How could I be such a loud mime?

Tenacity is passing me

She cuts me offto go 50 in a 55

Impervious to the rage I would normally feel

I take a deep breath

And learn to love again

Consciousness coerces the empty eggshell

Shoddy synopsis, show and tell,

Fragmentedphrases that reflect a

CompartmentalizedSociety

I had a strange habit of drinking for sobrietyIt shall not reside in me

No more steps down the thorned path

Until the R-Complex again claims its home

Ritualistic, Mechanistic

The modern man's means of survival

To falsify the tribal

To extrapolate the vile

To inject the strong along the Nile

Barium salts draw lines in all skies


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An American NightmarePatronize the patriot

An isochronal PSY-OP

Molten steel, A free falldrop

Building 7 seals the deal

The initial reports cannot be real

Sublimation, Devastation,

Transform the consciousness of a one mighty nation

For the worse

Smash the solidarity

The norm is perverse

No one has lifted the curse

So I disperse liminal works

and questions

This is an intervention

The ultimate key to prevention

Why?

Must more die?

We cannot rely or comply!

Inaccuracies

They are oh so sly

Live T.V. Angering me

My rage against the Taliban subsided when I realized

that our government put them into power

And the details matter not

200,000Tons of steel

has never in the history of man

collapsed

From a collision with a plane

They believe, in their arrogance, that your ignorance is

incomparable

Chemical Lobotomy

An agenda profane


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Dystopic GridDon't have a system of values,

for you've no validity.

Don't look outside a box,

for you're so comfortable in your home.

Don't put that remote down,

for we've already ruined your capacity to read.

Don't try,

We will simply make it harder for you

All the while lowering the standard

Forourminions with noopinions

Everythingis ephemeral

Everythingis caged in constant flux, and you'll receive-

no luck

For we've received the word;

The word is you can think.

For this reason we dump byproducts from ink

Onto your shore

If you would have stayed home.

If you would have shut your mouth.

If you would have knelt.

You may have had a chance

But now

You've no life

No home

No soul

You are Chip # 1877645A*$D


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ImmersedIt's dark in this lagoon

This is where I was duped 15 years ago

I've contemplated leaving, but I've decided I must stay

For there's no reason to go

I have a pet elephant

And I even know Braille

The mucky waters have lifted no veil

And I like it that way

I prefer to be stationary

Rather than seeking any sort of God or infinity

Ghostliness is not really that bad

After all, I've a seemingly endless slate of unfinished works here

Who will write the sonnets that cannot be written?

Who will bite the phytoplankton that shouldn't be bitten?

Who will give me the love of my life that I never had?

The answer to this may startle you, but it is the ancient ones.

Those primordial forces that have remained,

in the earth, since time immemorial.

I never had a proper burial.

I'm living it up

Undead and omniscient.


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1:45 A.M.The refrigerator spits out demonic utterances at 1:45AM

I realize I've had too much coffee

and studied far too little

How will this change my life?

How will this change the world?

I'm hoping for the best.

I'm realizing that I'm accustomed to expecting the rest.

I must fly from the nest

Before they infest

Luminous eyes

Assure my demise

Sinking, bleeding, and broken

Not a word was ever spoken.


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Fossil FuelsRush out the door

Take my I.D.'s

When my wallet is needed

Drive for half an hour

Run out of gas

In the parking lot

Start my car

With God's grace

and park

I almost run into a white car

Because I'm driving frantically

Running on fumes

I go to class

I failed my exam

But things start to turn around

Class is over

I know I must call my progenitor*

And tell her to get the gas can

And my wallet

Here in the station I wait

And I am thankful

That I can see the light

In these darkened ages

In this darkened day

In this darkened day

I see disgrace and decay

In turn I invite it my way

For fortitude* you cannot fray

And when men become monstrous

They need not necessarily take an action

Apathy is not an elixir

Can conundrums* paint a picture?

Who exactly is the victor?

Why did S.I.D.S. Take my sister?

Situations sever inanity*

Life's turbulence creates vigor*

It is all happening at once


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With the illusion of seasons

Gripping us

Until the time of departure

Only the infinite holds the crystal ball.

= to words that I used a thesaurus to find. The concept of the first part of this bookis that it is Organic, and does not rely on a thesaurus or any other such tool. I note

the exceptions to this rule with asterisks when I notice words I looked up.

Nonetheless, these tools are used much more frequently in the Synthetic section

of the book and will not be noted in that section.


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No More Litanies For Breakfast

Inexplicable, absorbent,

Persistent, resistant,

Vision, Re-vision,

Methodical precision

Conjuring conjugates

Desiccant dreams

Alliterative angle

Inviolable autonomy

We shall murder monotony

Angelic acidity

Dialectical derelicts

Doping and dumbing with despotism

Contaminants on door knobs

A disbelief in form

I carry only neglect for mores

While smashing the norm

Disregard the formulaic

Dis-inhibit my mind

I carry the realization across the finish line

I create the bind

So I can balance the energies.

I shall succeed.

As long as I remain persistent

And as I continue, I realize that I'm gifted.

I shall not rest until each and every weighthas been lifted

From atop my chest.


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Son of Halvor, Son of Simon.

My name comes from the Son of the House of Halvor in Norway.

Don't fuck with me.

My Mom comes from a family that's tree ascends to the first Bohemian

farming community in the United States of America.

I am proud.

I am too ashamed to admit that I have become an abhorrence.

You are all correct to point out that my ancestors are still superior to me.

I can never live up to their glories, or even my human potential.

Their lives are stored on the hard drive of this planet.

Along with murders and mistakes.

Along with loathsome regrets.

We shall all be judged

By the weights of our own souls.

Death does not cure anything

You could not solve in life.

You are left in solitude

in your dreaded tomb.

Said the supposed eyewitness to the murder of Jesus Christ.

I preach liberation and mentally cage myself into this box of

nonconformity.

It's now the Matrix9.0

If you give in

the corn syrup

will swallow me

forever.

They will implement race specific bio-weapons

Against me now that they know who I am!


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Immense ChangeWe are now in the midst of an immense change

Look around, It's everywhere

Yet many will scoff if you claim to notice it.

It is a positive change within our hearts

That must reside within our own realities

The Alternate Universeswe create

Subjective, objective, no-jective.

No being.

Only terminals at Wal-Mart.

They urge you to report your neighbors to Homeland Security.

So I've just one question.

What is the next Reichstag Fire?

Who will suffer from our own atrocities?

Us?

Undoubtedly.


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New DiscoverySo, life comes from other planets?

Is this genuine science or quackery?

Why should we believe mainstream science on this?

I find them to be the least trustworthy,

Unless they are independent.

Many times the only good and genuine science comes from countries other

than ours.

So, should we trust cosmology and this N.A.S.A. Scientist?

I won't ever tell you what to believe.

You see, somewhere at the core of my being I genuinely know.

I genuinely know that all true knowledge has been polluted.

Along with the original and marvelous 12 strands of human DNA.


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A Beauteous ParkA site so otherworldly and sacred.

Along the shore

Atop the cliffs

I can't believe that this is

where the arsenicwas dumped

and supposedly cleaned up.

Everything here looks so pristine

Much of it looks as though it were never touched,

besides the gravel, and the boulders.

This place is heaven.

This is what I truly want to do

With my life right now.

True freedom.

All that I've longed for.

A site that had to be one of the most sacred

Was polluted,

And I've a strange sense that there's poison still here.

I am not from right here.

But it feels as if I am home.

Truly, my eternal abode

Alone yet not unloved

The cool lake breeze

Warms my being

This is the place

Where everything is allowed to just be.

Yet I still can't believe.

I can't believe that right over there is where they sped off the cliff.

I can't believe that a man ax murdered his village right over there in the

1900's.

A place of such beauty and intrigue.

Even the air speaks to me.

These hills share their memories

And they tell me they are not pleased


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I ask them why they are not at peace

The answer they cannot release.

For they know someone here

Finally believes in them again

Their goals, their aspirations,These cliffs shall not simply erode

away like the others.

These cliffs will be somebody.

These cliffs stand exalted upon

the altar of the universe.

They've reversed the spell.

They've lifted the curse.

The Infinite

Is the source of the knowledge they disperse.

The shade covers the cliff

The breeze gets cooler.

Beauty and tenacity

Assures me

Of the legacy

The spirits trapped here

'Speak' to me

I tell them to let go.

Ancestral memories

Yes I know

But you cannot be chained here

eternally.

You cannot protect your forest forever.

You cannot frighten the tourists any longer

Unless you address them with respect.

Who do you serve?

The entities that feast on fear,

Ripping humans from ear to ear,

They need our blood to remain here,

Why? Why them?

I know you. What have they given you?

Nothing.

How have they rewarded you?


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By leaving you here, unhappy and under-appreciated

Reliving your gruesome death again and again and again.

You must leave.

Not for my sake, but for yours.

You must go and explore.

See the world for what it is.The Grand Illusion.

I want you to reach past the Milky Way.

Allowing no reptoidsto get in the way.

Take charge of the this all.

For you there's no longer a yesterday.

Let go.

Think of the ones that love you.

The ones that cried.

The ones who spoke at your funeral.Think of them and let go.


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Something NewI have to think of something new.

This is kinda like what I do.

I need to spawn an inversed sonnet.

If I could have it why would I want it?

I am quite strange.

Deranged?

Perhaps.

Imminent relapse into ancient tendencies

I clench the blood-soaked dagger

And praise this, the most sacred of blood,

just as the Aztecs are still doing right now,

In the Akashic Record

You will find that which you do not want to see.


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16thAmendmentI will pay.

I do not have the strength of Thoreau.

Take it from me.

Build more bombs.

Take more rights.

Create this macabre dystopia,

And flee to your islands.

Blitzkrieg your minions.

They never saw it coming.

Sides are nothing more than lines in the sand

And sadly enough

It may take a glass desert

For those encapsulated individuals

To be as one.


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An Ode to Inner ConflictI know there's a reason.

I strive for a purpose.

I pray for the deceased.

I disregard the living.

Until the collective unconscious

Seeps into my conscious mind.

And informs me that I have only neglected myself.

And in battle I've only conquered myself.

Lucid stroking, Feral dreams, de-generative disorder.

Unconquerable acidity. There's no need for litmus paper.

For the answer is basic.

Yet the illusory and and boggled mind is quite complex.

So is it concave or convex?

Does it destroy or protect?

Will I have an effect?

Am I inept?

No! I am strong.

I am a descendant of the Norse.

My lineage is Bohemian.

Norwegian, Bohemian, Danish, German, British, French.

Mutt's are more proficient anyways.

I didn't say efficient.

Surely my mitochondrial D.N.A.

Must stem back to Africa.

Or Pangea.

So surely I shall conquer all fear,

Not just my own.

I'll take yours on my back and become bulimic.

I'll man the attack through means of peace.

Never again

Shall you

Influence my release

A reckless catharsis.

A concise science,

An inner fallacy

of self-reliance.

I am an honor.

I am a shame.


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You're twisting my meanings.

I shall not tolerate games.


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A Lucid Ritual of BlameIntimidation and false fortitude

Mongering fears, meant to be rude,

To mis-truths you do allude.

On your isle of popular dissent

You surely must trust your government.

So you turn to blame your own friend.

In your voice I hear an end.

A Shotgun, A machete and A knife.

You're right.

Fear is detrimental.

This is surely a defense mechanism.


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PerturbedThe animator animates once more.

Visions vividly recall vivisection.

Morbid and absurd,

My thoughts attack me

And cause me to question what I really am.

The Nephelim? An ape? God's child?

Put them in a blender.

I'll take that to go.

The truth shall be rendered

Inoperable.

The pieces won't fit

And the riddle will not go.

I've searched and found

No truth to bestow.

No reality to manipulate.

And no judge to bribe.

I've found no age and no alibi.

I've found no time, no world, and no people.

Reality rests upon perception,

Unless of course your a sociologist.

It doesn't matter.

None of it is real.

Well, it does matter.

It is as real as it can be for us.

We create our own failures.

We've allowed our own downfall.

And now you complain.

But you witnessed it all.


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Laser Based MutilationsAbducted while asleep

Both outcasts and sheep

Destructive, they need our blood to survive.

Without more Nordic genes the reptiles cannot thrive.

My only kids are locked away

somewhere out by Sirius A.

Ramen noodles, Lysol, Corn syrup,

Random word generator, College education?

Can I make a collage?

Is this world simply a montage?

Morbid malevolence misleads these Martians.

For they live inside their planet

And refuse to smell the coffee.

To me stale coffee smells so fresh

During this time of coerced duress.

Nothingness, delusion,

Suppression, Confusion

The time has come to create another compartment

Forget, we must return to the planet from which we started.

Cold blooded and simply not hearted.

From Babel to Babylon.

The Bel rings.

Set grins while perched atop his temple.

There is no evidence

So you claim there's no relevance

You lack intelligence

In the truest sense of the word.

For what we can perceive,

Compared to what exists

Is just a minute percentage

Your logic is absurd

But not quite like my thoughts

At least I do know

That my life has not been bought.

Distraught and self-taught.

I am awed by the ambition.

I'm not.


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I'm Purging a TruthThe dread is absent.

Hysteria defeats us.

Misanthropes jumping ropes

and fatty is on the couch.

Success is my sentiment.

Empyrean whistles blow through wind chimes.

An experienced novice

Mental permutations on note cards

Garbled plasma

Permanently altered D.N.A.

UnGodly chimerism,

Half human, half fish

And living under water

Where there's no conversation

Or rat race!

Only dying cells

Only psychotic plans

A distance from the world

His people would never understand.

He is used in ways beyond his control.

Electrical impulses create his soul.

A modern man and a maddened pilot of sorts

He soars out of the water

The innocents relay messages

of immense reports

Buildings are blown to bits.

The chimera drowns after 10 minutes out of water.

The world rejoices

But the hundreds of thousands of nameless warriors

Seek vengeance in exchange for your ignorance.

You're responsible for creation

The abominable mutation

Plugging their second generation

With 'innate' radiation


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See, the truth, that your mind cannot grasp,

Is that God will never forgive us for this.


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A Sordid MalevolenceYet another way to divert myself

Crawling on hell's tomb

Oblivious to sacrifices

Demigorgons loom

Habitat and heptarchy

Sardonic syllables

Blood lusting rituals

Insertion, perversion,

A faint and foggy excursion

It's as if it never happened.

It's as iftheirworld exists solely on another plane.

What used toexist here is no longer mundane.

Cyclical conjurings

Inter-dimensional

Beings breathing energy

Inconsequential

A schizophrenic essential

Burning more coal

To fall further behind

I know they weren't right.

When they said , You've lost your mind.

Blind


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The World is Flat; 2+2=5Steroids for writers

A cure for fighters

Lingering lighters

Synchronicity no longer exists

Electromagnetic frequencies beaming

Into your skull

Effect?

Affect?

You are a nuisance!

No more questions!

You're speaking too loudly.

I can't hear you.

Certitude lacking

transpond beyond

The center of the universe

and illegal ideas

Oh, such a beauteous lake.

I hope I don't fall over.

Certainty


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Not sure where it beginsDistance lurks around every corner

I swear they're all prison warders

Happily hung drawn and quartered

The mind has no borders

Are you real?

I hope not.

Municipal and menacing

Maniacal and malice-filled

It's time for nothing

People who never went to college

Seem to talk a lot about it

I'll stand on a flatrooftop and shout it

Everyone can live without it

Banksters' bubble, Global rubble,

Imminent collapse

A Virulent Relapse

Creates a synapse

That you thought impossible

No more time for sorry saps

It's not my fault you're irresponsible

You can take my possessions

But you'll have to face the 12 gauge

You can try to take my life

You're torn to bits by my rage

Soon enough you'll brand me the criminal

Just because I believe in protecting my home

Soon enough your subconscious is subliminal

A life of robotics

You're a fucking clone.


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ParanoiaThere's deathly spiders in my home

Warfare fills my fuckin' dome

Defense mechanism

A delayed release

No hope for

Inner peace

Because every time I achieve

Others grieve

and my friends leave

Nothing new

Karma

The cycle is only beginning

I thought for a moment I was winning

Sordid synaptic ecstasy

Nightly displayed bigotry

on your part

So your art

Is nonexistent


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[Paste Title Here]Synthetic lights

The most organic of inspirations

Beside the fresh water ocean I wait

She blows the waves back to me

I'm secured well behind the rocks

But nothing belongs to anyone

This is only ephemeral

Consciousness ripples

A cold and calculated crash

Galactic debasement

Resides in my trunk

The power has not been unleashed

For many moons

A dystopic haze encircles

The arsenic has supposedly left the land

But the strange feelings have not

And neither has the unimaginable glory

Ya, das is kalt.

But she is grand.

She caresses my soul.

And my being

I wish you could all see what I'm seeing.


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Did I mention that I hate titles?When you let the waste

Carry on too far

It becomes you

A vicious

Coup d'etat of the psyche

Horizons blacken

Ambition vacations

Nothing's left

But a pit of sorrow and bewilderment

Misplaced time

Well-placed idiocy

Fracturing me

Tenacity

A thing of the past for me

Nordic Ventures

A dream of the home land

I bloody my sword

To pin point the deceit

Snickering, Sneering,

Fate passes me by

But I

Must

Again

REALIZE

That I am

What I

Create

And I'm not the only one.


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Continental DriftCan rocks possess life?

Can rocks breathe?

Some will say no to me.

Indeed sir, it's quite the contrary.

The primal self

The R-complex

Enjoys the rapture

that's chaotic.

But when utilized

To its fullest potential

Can only be destructive

But destructive energies

Can be transferred

Into something creative

This is non-legislative

Modern conveniences

Keep me from dying

Yet I mock them

With every word

These same conveniences

Are causing the dying

Curriculum lying

To the point that it's absurd.

Scream out the unheard!


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A Final FrontA fatal crossroads

A final chapter in life

An undeclared sovereignty

Seeps from every living being

A forsaken seedling

Thriving yet needing

Something that can indeed

help out its own breathing

CO2 banned?

The plants won't survive

Thus neither can we

So be one with the hive

The ubiquitous dying bees

The cycle has been broken

There shall be no release.


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Help?Work needed

Help wanted

Searching through

A mind that's haunted

Break the faces

Of those who've taunted

Vengeance needn't be necessary

Encapsulate the elementary

To procreate the mission

To stimulate my vision

I cannot survive

I cannot possibly linger

Without this

Centuries have passed

What has it done?!

What awards have been won?

This inner battle's no fun

Life on the run

From something within

Broken and Frayed

Dripping with sin

I'm captive to this

My own self-betrayal


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A StatementI yelled Death to the new world order, at a B.P. Gas Station today. I also

said, Fuck off. I'm not going to support this globalist trash and destroy

America. 30 seconds; It takes more like 30 minutes!

I will say poetry 'cause I know I'm not supposed to

Especially when that's not always what this is 'posed to be.

All consciousness is inter-dimensional

So please do not trust this as I speak it to you

Subconscious motives stir rhetoric

and you simply cannot trust

There are not many to trust in this world

Sever the kaleidescope vision

With no restraints

For human wants are infinite

And the humans' resources are limited.

Unconditional and Limitless Love is the answer.

Reality has been irreversibly perverted.

I shall create my own words

Like Shakespeare once did

But don't make me read that shit ever again

Or I might actually learn how to become a true bard

and you wouldn't want that

because if they teach me in the classrooms

You know society has finally collapsed

And America has been re-formed.*


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MonotonyClinging to a spoodle and ladle

This is a Grimm fable

I am unstable

Yet somehow still sane

The strangeness in my voice

Will show you I'm not plain

If you had the chance

Would you drink the rain?

In my world I will say no.

No, not on this plane

Desolate world

A loving existence

Incapacitating

Our hopes and dreams

An abysmal

Sublimation

Of ideals into schemes.


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I question my very realityWhat is all of this?

Illusory? Reality?

How can we define such concepts

With such narrow constraints

In a world that apathy taints

Just give into the newest form of consumerism.

An unidentified landmark

A cryptic legacy

You cannot escape the shadows

You have indeed dug your own grave

So go ahead, misbehave

You won't be breathing muchlonger anyways

You see, in this universe, of quantum delays,

Your people are only slain.

And your homes are only burned.

Through these years of this self-torment

You'd think I would have learned

What have I earned?

The title I'll burn!


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The arts are alive

But shall you survive?

The righters are wrong

And I have known this for far too long

The norm is extreme

And you have the nerve to intervene

In my life, In my mind,

You cannot touchthat which is mine

Eternal

I separate

from yours

Infernal and wasteful

Extremely 'distasteful'Misunderstanding

Indirectly Demanding

I do not have the timefor this

The most precious resource

Is the most clever illusion

Thrown at us by the 'Time Loop.'

In order to cause confusion

I know what I must know

And I repent to my Godthat does not forgive

Though 'he' does give me hope.

And allows me to persevere.

Inner Light!


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Help? #2An overt operation

That calls for conquering globally

And as they lay out the control grid

It is only we the people who can stop it

And with the discovery of new species of squid

Comes the death of the seaweed in the tropics

And while you focus on CO2

your ignorance is killing you.

When the oceans and the bees die we're through

Your arrogance is killing you

I shower in your poison and it

Seeps right through

I shall never again be subdued

The infinite and exquisite is that which I pursue

And as being again shines through

The portrait's painted perfectly

Create the peaceful revolution

This is what we all must do

You are aware of who you are

and there is no time to waste

I cannot now stop

because I've only had a taste

I have all (that exists) in my midsts

I bet you never expected this.

This is a revolution of the purest kind.

We demand 'restitution' For the pollution of the mind

And when you've looked too hard

The answer can be hard to find

Release the grip and slowly slip

Beyond the confines

This is a peaceable revolution

Liberty is the resolution

This is the restoration of the nation.

This is a new enlightened state.

Oligarchy, Pathocracy,


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That's what we shall berate

#74736843764378Creeping, Chronic, Captured, Chromatic

The dissection of systems, words emphatic.

An analysis of all of those people who had it

I'm conjuring this calmly

I'm no longer erratic.

The symptoms of control

It's time to combat it

The merging consciousness and creativity

I'm surrendering to this endless sublimity

'Tis time to inquire beyond instances of idiocy

Oblivious, Afloat in the eternal sea,

Corruption, Creation, My own reality,

Surfing on serpents until they drown me

Tattering the pages, forgetting it's me,

A simple belief of what is to be.

I must forge onwards with tenacity.

The tortured tenants of purgatory

Seem to stalk me on a basis that's daily.

Ascension is still the only goal in me.

Society is nothingwithout Liberty

Disenfranchised, under- encouraged,

Making a movement, momentum malnourished,

I shall choose to trod onwards with courage

In hopes that all mopes shall rise to flourish

Ideas shall no longer be devoid of value

We shall be the shapers of this Post Industrial world

Regardless of the sickly system through which we are hurled.

Conscious creation can again just be

The muffled mouthpiece of reality

Shall indeed signify the system's defeat

The Jaws of the monstrous crumbling creature

The time has come to delete.


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ChangeA confluence leads the way

The merging of man with machine

Has already taken place

Cybernetic organisms

And true synthetic police forces,

Coming to a town near you.

Malfunction. Malfunction.

A Continuity of MinimalismNosebleed suicide

A destitute deicide

Sociology and Psychology are equally important.

I'm a tertiary deviantAnd GOD's LOVE is REAL


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Reckless BathingMy shower was an experiment today

I listened to Divine Heresy

While being blasted with streams

of Sodium Fluoride

And a byproduct

of Nicotine

Which attacks my internal organs

And the largest organ in my body

Is not in my pants

skin saturated with Poisons

We are all RATS in a maze

Figments of the great experiment

Snowflakes creating the avalanche

Substantially substandard

I'm letting the ants crawl around my house

I'm a Buddhist

For JUST a little while

I'm Back

Torpid turpentine

Tangible tenacity

Torturous tumult

I'm flying in a cylinder.

All paths are cyclical.

Corpses, flowers,

An attempt to empower

Before you're devoured

By sardonic showers

I want to be

A catapult operator

When I grow up.


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Pseudo- IntellectualSurreptitious

Symbolic

Synopsis

Synapse

Sordid Soliloquy

Cyanide

Sucking

Syringes

Succubus

Sanguine

Sexy

Solder

Brazen

Grandiose

Emblazoned

Luminous

Atrocity

Colonoscopy


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Rambling and CompartmentalizedPhilosophy

Deterrent

A way

A path

An infinite nothingness

Wrap your mind

Around the altered text

You're a false evangelist

Empty promises

Defunct theories

Egotistical and maniacal

Consistently unreliable

But oh so viable

Placate only to emaciate

I've thought too hard

I know too much

I abandoned this all for so long

I know so little

And the Akashic Record laughs at me.


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KatacombThe time is now

The change is here

Awakening has arrived

United we shall survive

Upon our wills we shall thrive

Concurrently skyrocket and dive

Quantum computers

Are running me now

2021

I'd rather fly a rocket into the sun

But they're making

me write to you

Symbiotic and ubiquitous

The caress of the gust.


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Book Two: Synthetic


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Fugacious rhymes that have been heard for centuries

The absurdity of the greats

The extinction of bards

The synthetic existenceLife is profane

Morality is 'old'

Evil is all but arcane

Ancient sorcery

The arsenic soaked pages

Breathe another breath within

The library of time

The futility of sincerity

Dreams bring me endless pagesThat cannot be written in a human dialect

They are written in a manner of knowing

They are written with a consciousness beyond thought

Rident depths

Sordid peaks

Vindicable vagueness

Procreate the reborn flesh

Of the dying treevast alterations

point to an alternative

Inside of the stem

of a common seedling

Uncanonical

Diabolical

Pleasantly volatile

My temper's thermolabileI push it inside

I'm trying to hide

To abstain

To no avail

I will not help

Vlad impale


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My sanity

Is not for sale

The vanity is the veil

Upon which pseudo- socialists sail

There are no camps

No stackable coffinsA semantic doping shall swallow you away

Talking to oneself

Is a therapy that most cannot cope with

I revel in it

I've created this artificial and procryptic catastrophe

Clodhopping through a forest

Of eternal walls

Cubicles of hatred or Prozac

Policies purchased on demandThere is no more emerald sand

I'm sorry to say

It's 2016

And theres only glass

And chimeras

The humans were spliced with cockroaches

And must battle artificially intelligent robots

For the survival of the species

You cannot acknowledge that this is the caseIf you did survive through the end times

Because of a silicon chip

That has fused with your neurons

That is you

Is God the author of the experiment

Only more illusory

Forespent drivel

Borders the British Maritime LawIn place in our courtrooms

A state of emergency

An imminent insurgency

The path to calamity

Fuels the veracity

That acts as prana

for the prey


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Is this the P* word?

You won't let me call myself eccentric

I still admire your rhetoric

This is not as it may seem

An encapsulated sullen gleam

A choice that has been made

All these decisions begin to fade

a soul- stabbing jade

Producing morbid marmalade

A clay- like symphony

of catastrophe

an amoebic rhapsody

Single cell

Who can tell?

Depopulation

timed with syncopation

The new status quo

Towers above

The mis-truths

That have already been in-scripted

Days like this make me wonder

Why I did not venture outside today?

And now, that the thought has crossed my mind

Shall I stray

Down the paths of yesterday

Yes

I shall do my best

No

I must release what's dwelling within

That which clings to my soul

Astral plane parole

And you shall never know


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How far the convolution

In the ancient ground may go

tunneling

buried

Remnants

Of what life could beAn eternal glee.

A Minimalist Rendition of VicissitudeTune out

Turn in

Drop on

SPLAAAT!


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The Muse Clears Her Slate

The verisimilitude of humanity

A collective profanity

The travesty

The beauty

The sublime subdues me

I have to run

I have to leave

Before the hour is too late

Before my muse clears her slate


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Another Rat in the Maze.

I must face apprehension

For the final conflict

The futile nitpicking

Makes me sick

My emblem shines

A bright and scarlet entry

Into the cave painting

The strange rites that brought this about

Shall never leave my tongue again

A perceived danger

An overreaction

Fertilizes a false faction

And I cannot fuel you anymore

For I am running low

Anathema of lifelessness

Wizardry of old

Suits that make you superhuman

Haliburton welds

Who am I to judge

the potable toxic sludge?

Sewer sickness

A vision that's blackening

I bludgeon the norm

And I shift the paradigm

I again neglect their furtive motives

Must time crumble?

We are but specks of dust

In a cosmic super-collider

It's truly Survival

Of the sickest

Malleable matrons


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The Lesson Plan Trust No OneHear Ye, Hear Ye,

Tis time to jargonize the reticent synapse

Batrachian leaders, A violent relapse,

Into oneself, Psychosis,

Sexangular demons man the throne.

A simulant parasite feasts on liberty.

The masses possess libriform cranial tissues.

The campanulate symbol was obliterated in 1913.

The endgame shall be proven thermolabile

And you claim this irrelative, but you will soon see.

Succursal tentacles are traced into all outlets.

The parturient movement expands

and evokes your wildest nightmares.

Neritic mysteries are washed ashore.

I know for a fact that they're anuran.

But physiochemical impulses have slowed

the men who once desired to resist.

Everything and everyone in this world are correlative.

Whether thinking in eggshells or believing multiversally.

The anguilliform operative is on the phone

and he's not very friendly.

The glabrous creature surges one last bolt of electricity

Into

my

brain!


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The End Times

An Elongated Structure

Incessant impermanence

By definition

It shall disappear

Yet the tentacles are still sucking at your soul.

Contingencies are raping me.

The echo never fades.

An empirical anti-rationalism

Salt-covered wounds of old

Blistering burns from the supernova.

Whoever said we wouldn't feel a thing?


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The One

We are all holozoic primates that are inferior to amoebas.

The only intelligent life in the universe cannot speak.

Organisms that are more complexchoose to live simply.

They are more advanced.

They will thrive for all of eternity.

A one-celled protozoa devoid of a shell.

The sexless godshall survive the apocalypse.

The provenance of liberty lies within the one.

Alliterate the HatePrecipitous,

A promulgation of truthPosterity in jeopardy

The propagation of poison

Peptides bonding

Politic demoralized

Polyphagous and pertinent

A pertinacious display of

Sordid liquidity

Meanings are mangled

Words forgottenWhat is the point

when we're all rotten?

Phagocytes deny

the life that was

thought to be given

Phosphorescence ensues

As you combust with spontaneity

And to thinkThey thought it was all a myth

A final pyorrhea perturbs

the placid minds

Pass the pylon

Personify the pyramidal structure

You remain


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Charred

Enshrined

Worshiped by the those

Who lose their minds

More MadnessThe pitch pipe of life

All is denied

Liquid Cyanide,

A butchered bride

If there were no Silenus

You'd have no wine

Sill you must judge

and

PROMOTEEXTERMINATION

A new day

An ancient revelation

You unknowingly praise Moloch

Your signorina

will never

be mine

again

I tried to pretendto bend

to withstand

and to end

I mend

Only to begin again

As you are reborn

A siphonophore

shocks you to death

Nematocysts cause cardiac arrestUnbecoming and unabashed

Until anxiety sheds its quills

Ferment the despair

Until there's no air

A wide open lair

In the form of mass termination

When there are no bees


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to pollinate

How will we breathe or feed the nation?

Stagnation

#1423623820283Underkill created through laziness

nein

Endurance will prosper

While feeding a monster

Keep that roar down.

In sadness and madness the creature does drown.

The answers have been here all along

Death

The ultimate penalty

You undermine my song

Only to prolong

Something that is wrong

I shall break free

To take what's mine verily

There is no underling

that pushes this pen

Only a demon

Reaching Ren

To plagiarize a previous endeavor

These symbols shall be carved

Inside this cave forever

I sever

You

For I am

You

A Two-Line RhymeUnearth the UndertoneNot a thing to condone


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To be continued!

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