Falling Apples

Why would you defy gravity

it just drags you down

short as tall as indiminished

long or small is indescrininate

there is a law unknown to me

the bible says I should be

a soldier for immortality

so I confess my sins

and end in the refuse bin of humanity.

Victors will die 

they take with them a legacy

much do they owe but little they give

contnuous installments are as a sentence

just a little to them and much more to me.

Confined to a cell hearing voluinmous

my isolation only exagerates my screaming

amonst  many souls seeking redeeming

from the machinations of the human machine

but they wonder not knowing wander

a deliberate mistake by literacy

to describe a descending heirachy

esconsed in words of wonder

and so I wander then as before

not knowing dark from light

ignorance of my plight.

 

Did my god bring me here to suffer

and haul his cross amongst a babel

built taller than he can ever be.

My steps are temporary but firm in time

just enough to show my humanity

and where I took a moment and felt cause as I paused to pee.

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You never were (ha) but our digits are just fucking with you

So if you wish to comply we will mangle the shit out of you.

Do not concern yourself with our capabilities

We never understood clarity

Too many centuries washing and peeing in the same river we drink

Two more times of your impatient holding

When you just should have just gone and pissed in a creek.

 

 

Just a Snarl

 

I embrace my anger as should you

it is non competition for supremecy without a bite

as a snarling wolf protecting his territory.

Once I thought I was a dog but cannot insult an animal far superior to me

So such a patient awaiter he knows the limits off all he can be

with a nose larger than his brain he remembers.

My empathatic strokes and cuddles are not wasted

to his sensories.

He does not swim in the sewer with me but farts instead

and my nose directly to my brain connects memories

as he and I walk the path of indiscretion

just of moment of misdirection like a dog with his nose

but he remembers.

Chicken Coup

There are a whole lot of things here

I am wary but proud to not be a cunt.

So I try to bleed but cannot

Much as I may try I am deluded

Things all as they are seem so conclusive

Un literate by convention

It is my sole intention to rip apart your intention

And wait while you bleed out

And shout 'I am lord'

As many others have tried but have nowhere to start

Only but with a difference earned with conceit

Of old age and a weary soul.

So I stand seemingly alone pointless with no home.

Oh mother do I yearn for your teat

To comfort me as I await the enevitable treat.

But it is death.

Is of no coming when I arrive home

Only to find you spent and gone.

Temporary Genius

Hey there, do the drugs work

Pump it up dude, you are amazing

You entered this life through a slimy channel

And she struggled to pump you out

But a slap on the bum caused me to breathe

So I am

Devoid of purpose, annoyed by your surplus

Just an accessory that bouys your importance

Like a pad to soak your bleeding

Driven to fuck and hoping

That just for one month you will not bleed

Your pathetic sympathies I do not need

You stole my rib and have become an evil seed

Pull up your panties so as I can smell your cunt

You are all skin and no soul

My mother lies bleeding and weeps like you

Shame on me as well as you too.

The Illiad and the Idiocy

 Time is short, your candle will flicker until it dies.

Exxcuses

 Hey

You are too short and have small feet

Gravity is fucked you should have big feet

How do you walk top heavy

Too much breast but no input

Unless you bleed.

Damn I tried to appease you

But all you do is please me

With your moon honey eyes

Sucking until I come

Your only pleasing manouvere is an insult

But god shared my ribs with you

And my blood attached to your jelly placenta

That needs approval

No, I don't respect your cunt

It is a weapon for those qualified

But I failed the course of mother fucking. 

Fuck the Thorns

 Jesus hauled his cross along baked alleys

Squirted with the piss of squatting virgins

Needles in his forehead

Dripping blood fluffing his vision

Struggling with contempt for his being

Missstepping along his path

The last supper with an unknown girl

Was a chance to abide in peace.

 

Would you be there to share

As he gave only to be displayed on a cross

But judge not you demons

I have no proof of your idiocy

Only time will tell

In quite whispers does Judas voice

And it falls and bleaches and bathes clean

It lets me rest to carry all I have seen.

 

My Dog

 My dog used to be someone I could know

Now he wanders all alone.

His snout plastered with dirt

Proud to show he has dug.

Scared to say he has uncovered my sins.

Buried deep in my past

He keeps smelling trails his little feet passed.

Oh such human love I give

But little does he know beside his nose .

Such small comfort I give him

I am no dog.

His memory does not fade it's on his paws

He knows his smells but I struggle with mine .

Sitting in place he wonders why I ask him to move

Such a big kennel but I have legs.

Why cannot I step over him

Damn he has such sense of property I must prioritise

Only twenty clicks of his feet and he is there.

And now I know he is free

The only law he has is me.

If I thought I was god it is not who I am

I trust my Dog to have the run of my land.

And I rest and release my fears

For him to guard.

 

 

 

Idiots.com

 I am legitimate

My birth certificate affirms but my mother denies

Too hard for the bitch to birth a demon

But I seem to be free

Floating as an embryo there was a cord attached to me

And suddenly I see something anything

Of significance upon which I can pee

But I'm important

I have a name and an email and a number and an address and a profile

So deliberately placed as to attract you to me

As disguised in reality of your com. I can no longer be.

Hey there my avatar is free to you stupid cunt.

 

Bono's Wish Stick

Dear Bono,

What the fuck were you thinking

Ono you are not

But being a revolutionary potatoe hoarder and part time thief

You hijacked the cause for peace

Selling out has a price but why did you need that

You had the world at your tips and then became a bug

Oh Yono the peacemaker said he stepping up a ladder to see up her dress

Imagine freedom but not as Bono would see

Unite the fucking world and be free but not as you imagine

You fascimile.

 

Stepping Out

I'm watching lawn bowls and am absolutely riveted

but I have changed my habits due to gravitational influence

it seems the steps I make are not painted on the floor

one step two steps slide and back it all seems so neat

at the least my dancing friend can drag me

I've been hooked and forced to surface

dragged over the edge it's a wonder my fisher can stand

not like a bowler who uses a stick instead of a hand

one pace up and then two down.

 

 

 

Dear Father

Once when I was young and my father was old

I treasured his moments with me though no longer

Did i wish i could cuddle him.

I was blind as to the reasons of my life

And there again was he looking at me before I did wrong

studying my misdemeanour.

 

But now when i aarive he is dead to my presence

feeling nought 'cept lonely regret

I abandon my belief in mother as he sits prone and alone.

 

Could I be a better me, and he waits.

Birth

My dog seems scared

and looks towards me begging sympathy

He does not know of conspiracies

being part me and part wolf

I welcome him into my complacency.

 

Only four paws and missing his mother

he gravitates toward me

I am his mother father and brother

but he knows not how much he means to me

regardless of my smell and prority to be.

 

His nose is lower than his knees

and I am two above his needs

I cannot lick my dick with ease

he has a licence to travel anywhere with ease 

and do whatever he may please,

Had I put him in a dictonary he would not appear

he does not know he cannot read

but he will leave his mark where he peed

I am not as low to the ground as he should be

so I duck and weave wishing benefits constantly.

 

My dog is my god

he skirts with ease under whatever be's

an innate understanding of what he should see

and meanwhile he wants to guard me

but being short there are things he cannot see.

 

Who feeds him and who feeds me

he cannot hunt, hurt is not in his vocabulary

but his being now reflects me and he asks me

that of age and blind and deaf

can he still complete his dogness without me.

 

If he dies and leaves me alone

I will have no knowledge of where he is

but still feel his paws pawing at me

Cuddly and as magnificent as he is

I cannot agree that he is less superior to me.

 

My Dog is God but we still cannot agree who should piss on the tree. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fuck Zuck

Jeez Zuck

Is that a name or a facsimle

I can no longer elucidate on you.

Are you here or are you playing with my insecurities.

I'm not going to waste any words

You are the enemy I faced in the playground of youth 

You are the stupid cunt who taunted me

In my playground and yours

And many years on I recognise your deceit.

But I am only a digit up your arse

Why could you not grow hair

Your Nazi buzz cut is only a phony.

Do you shave your pubes

underarm and close.

Is it way to personal to you dude

You stupid cunt - you will die

In death you cannot feel my piss

But you encouraged me to stroke the glands of the machine

And that is all you have besides me.

Go and masturbate your poisoned sperm

You were the schoolyard witness who looked

at me and so here I am

Your hair is not,

Wear a cap, get a new hairdresser.

Did you not hear or did you forget?

You silly fucker you are not in the playground

But you get what you want and not what you need

thankyou for including me in your conspiracy.

I encourage your backlash and please excuse me for fucking you

But I am having fun way beyond you

As you and your pathetic mothers and brothers

Waste your time against me.

Jeez Zuck - you are so fucked

Take a look downwards at your dick

It says you are just a prick.

Re-set all Changes

Oh dear - wot fucken changes.

"please reset your browser"

o so funny but also humiliating

It is mine but you want to be the bully in the school yard,

I do not see written evidence

and I conclude you are only piss and wind.

Oh no, that was significant ammunition for Ai to confuse the jury.

But the machine continues to masturbate over it's mastery

Cannot anyone see the illusion ?

Cannot anyone challenge me ?

The machine does not reject lubrication

But encourages me to play with the screen.

Where were they after they beat me in a schoolyard ?

They are no longer here - their job is done.

Do the remember the fat arse bully who amassed a crowd to witness my beating

So pathetic and such stupid cunts only popped out to have a chance.

And here I am sweltering in a band of hand pullers and all reson is gone.

No I falter when I believe in the Machine

I am not.

Psycho Dog

I am a psychopath I tell myself walking along the street, I  am trained for footpaths but my dog is not, he wanders away and pisses to sign his territory

I could do that too but am so tickled by his fur and he lets me because I care.

My dog is probably psycho as well, what the fuck can he do if in trouble without me

he trusts my lead and welcomes his collar and relinguises control

I cannot do that, I yet observed that celebrates their share with others

in an unknown language that says we are all equal, but can you piss higher than me!

so I embrace my inner dog and wonder if I'm insane but still trust him for guidance

were it not for him i would truly be alone for he trusts me and I return.

Four legs and a fur, a bundle of love under no conditions nor memory of the past other than my food sleep and comfort

And whilst walking the streets and he is off his lead I want to just run into any house and pee.

The perfect disrespect, the perfect call to arms because he knows that I too am alarmed

but I have boundaries for things I should not do

I embrace my inner dog and see in my reflection his name as god - is that a joke or does he know what I can never.

If I were simple and could only bite I would not have a leash to retain me

Besides a brain smaller than his nose I have nought to do other than trust him.

Oh yes I am a psycopath but only in dreams, I'd like to walk the paths and shit and piss wherever I wish because someone else will clean up after me.

 

God is Not My Dog

Oh my hound where have you been, my inner dog is nowhere to be seen

It's not that he's mean even though he keeps clean

He navigates his hallway waiting for me to pass his way

Poised on four legs he is only prey so he turns his back toward me.

 

 Lucky for him his balance never goes astray, not like me on all fours

Being so drunk I bump off walls and cannot find time to pause

But he does not understand why I reach for walls and not floors

Nor does he know as he wonders, 'cept his nose.

 

A dog I am not but I wish he had to me what I do for him

My two thirds tripod leaves tracks that cannot be erased

The other third follows along the hall but only his head

He has no understanding of why and how doors can close.

 

He thinks I am a god so I consult with my dictionary of Gods and Dogs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dog Days

 My dog is a dinosaur

He stands only partly towards my knees

but his nose he knows.

walking him is a challenge that his little paws will discover

So he digs a safe deposit for his bones.

he presents himself to me with a nose plastered with dirt

safe and happy that I give him area to completely fuck up

and he does and rushes towards me proud of his nose.

he has been digging but needs to disguise his presence

thus the nose.

He wonders at me at a loss to explain my adoration

he is just a dog.

his snow paws have nails and I hear him wander

and I hear his approch wearing 4 sets of hobnail boots

A clicking on my floor as he checks his domain.

And a constant snapping at insects that disturb me.

He knows not about his shit but is happy leaving his farts for me to savor. 

damn if I will not be a dog

Where does he come from bearing such love

He can smell my disturbing thoughts and wants to be there

All I can do is love him in return and be fair

He is no longer my dog but my god.

Jesus Christ died wearing undies.

 

Who are these fucken people?

They are the ones who were bullied by mean kids at school

The ones who had pokey ears strange haircuts wore glasses and were skinny

The ones who were first in class and the last to leave

Waiting for thanks and favours from teacher

Those bullies were already genetically defective but were born with revenge in mind 

Now these bullies who knew the only digit necessary was the one they stuck up their arse.

 

Who are these clones, fantastic similies of nothingness.

They obey without question, they live by rules

As if there were no gods they take power unto themselves

Helplessly appeasing a greater knowledge that they can never have.

 

But they agree and they support my idiocy.

They are the gods of mediocrity and persuasion 

The devil is in the details and dug in deeper than I can fathom.

I only worship god but where is he

I keep screaming for help or at least no confusion.

 

Damn the bible, everyone has one and they are all different

Even the index is fucked - there is no language other than echoes.

Echoes of hollowness, echoes of pain, echoes of vulnerability

Where are you landing but please do come here.

I do challenge your authority and dare you if you challenge mine.

 

I'd like to bleed regulary it may cleanse me and recognise your abrasion

It clears the walls of my cunt so as to accept the next victim

Were you even listening to the halls of chaos that abraise my soul.

Do you understand that Echo was Narcissus's girlfriend and was pained

To accept she was a mere shadow bathing in his glory.

An echo of hurt and a claim for significance.

 

Begone all devils who trespass here, this is not your land.