Eaten to Death at Lifes Kangaroo Court

it’s always slow amensalism

head and tail spinning

as a diversion

or easy and tempting

chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism

courted by terror and mind games flung

to the kangaroo court

siphoned by extremes of obliteration

this demon roams where others dare to dream

nothing commensurate here

lay down and die

inside rattus rattus contains the evil corrosion of

Lytta

 

Abilene Paradox

 

 

abileneOblivious to the

tune of

time

It passed

He roared quietly

Inside

Three deer a tiger and a lion

Grazed

Near the

Stream of fate

That

He couldn’t cross

Beyond all knowing

Risking the

The realm’s chance

On the other

Side

A dream passed

His face

Cold

Chilling

A flame on

His forehead

Prophesised

His atomic

Destiny

Take the leap

of

faith

into paradise

swim in the

well

of sweet

this is

the

paradox

 

 

selene

Shush hear my silent suffocating

SCREAM

No you can’t hear me so

Roll up roll up

Listen 

Why am I here

What’s the point

Nothing is relevant

Its all too much to take

My life is meaningless

Can’t take it anymore

Can’t handle the future

Too far for me to imagine my life there

The thoughts the pressure the panic

This pain is killing me inside

Yes I’ll  end it all.

So that’s it 

fuck it

SUICIDE 

Come on everybody have a look 

See how I dont give a shit about him her them you me

Lying hanging floating missing aren’t I great

What I can do to show so much hate

The selfish suicide own life takers 

Who cares whose left behind

as long as it’s not me

Here everyone

my legacy

My parents my children brothers sisters friends society

feel my pain feel it passed to thee

It’s  a gift

I don’t give a shit

I think of no one not their feelings their present their future

I’m my hero so selfish so self involved

I care for no one only me me me

I’m my ouroboros

I sin without and within

The selfish suicide showman

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD

Wait I’ve created my own fate

My silent suffocating scream

let out

Shit it’s too late

 

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Eaten to Death at Lifes Kangaroo Court

it’s always slow amensalism

head and tail spinning

as a diversion

or easy and tempting

chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism

courted by terror and mind games flung

to the kangaroo court

siphoned by extremes of obliteration

this demon roams where others dare to dream

nothing commensurate here

lay down and die

inside rattus rattus contains the evil corrosion of

Lytta

 

Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 11.11

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Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 11.11

Ambulance doors open.

She’s arrived.

Somewhere.

Expectancy heightens everyone senses.

With no dissent she is lowered down from the ambulance put on a stretcher and wheeled down a corridor.

‘You’re ok’ said the ambulance man pushing fast.

A face appears above hers, eyes brown and intense he’s  telling her she needs to sign a form, a disclaimer in case she bleeds to death, has a stroke, a h……..her mind which had been compliant and silent is now in overload: too much assiduity and action.

‘I am not signing’ she thinks

What is he on about?

She hates being centre of attention and

Tumescentmostly she hates surprises and drama. Why is he making all these statements ?

Wheels turning the roof and walls appear glassy with the movement. He walks backward and quickly beside her.

She doesn’t understand; please sign the form he says again.

Quizzically she stares at him; his soft eyes dominate with a pleading #DoIt #fucking sign it #please

He propped a board up with paper on it for her to sign.

Her arm stretches out, this is strange until now she had no Continue reading “Tumescent Terminus PTCA PK et al 11.11.2016 11.11”

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Tyranny of the closet madmen whose dark shadows glow unperturbed

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