Every Death is a Tremor

Every Death is a Tremor
Sliding from fingertip to arm to foot
From foot to parking lot to earth to bedrock to tectonic plate
Showing oneself in the night to the moon & the harpies

Hiding oneself or being unobtrusive to the secret police

Stepping on the scale of interpretive dance
Dancing out the terror, dancing out the rage
Sleeping on the pavement, slipping out to a rave
Stopping once forever, never then to move

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The Last Day on Earth

 

Study Shows Climate Change Could Suffocate Life on Earth

3 Reasons Why the COP21 Paris Agreement is a Fraud

Immediate Drastic Action is required if we are not to have ourselves a dead rock by 2200. They say photosynthesis in the ocean could stop by 2100.

We are here to change the world. Not just to follow rules, make money, and die. — Black and Red Anarchists on facebook

I have a sort of starter action plan. Watch this space in the next couple days.

Bring Your Arms! The Last Day on Earth No Matter How Hard You Try You Can’t Stop Us Now Don’t Wait Until You Grow Up Battle Scars kamikaze

Someone said “Don’t worry about the time it will take. The time will pass anyway”

Revolt and Rejoice!

The Other Unto Each

Each to the other began to say:
“But I do not know of you nor see your eyes”
But other unto each went on, completing the thought:
“But you see of my heart and in my deep dissolution”
And they went back and forth
Each in its way deflecting off the other,
And finally settling into a rhythm of collecting the certainties
The certainties of the coming depressions, and the always returning nightmares
The certainties of the necessity of pitiably lamenting the unfairness of their turns
The certainties of being distraught and unmoored
Each to the other reflected then:
“The symbolism of my efforts to be more than one
~~~~~ became a sluice of lies pouring forth
~~~~~ as I saw into the depths of my lack of meaning
~~~~~ I wept and sorely wished for the end”
The other reflected back, as if through a dirty mirror
surrounded by colored christmas lights through a glass at night:
“The embolism of your insignificance sticks in your cerebrum,
~~~~~ but you forget that the licentiousness of the play of words
~~~~~ brings us together more than it drives apart
~~~~~ and your death, all the more poignant for its solitude”
Who became She of the Outer Darkness
Weakening the knees of those who had spent their lives passively
Not knowing how to face their cosmic end
Tearing away the comforts of their mothers
Sending them into a spiral of statelessness and distraction
*click* On goes the TV
*click* On goes the sexy videos
*click* On goes the drivel of the sharing of the plates of food over the Internets
*click* Goes the laser pointer for the cat, freed from such human weaknesses
*click*
Silent Blackness
*whoosh* Echoing roar of the outer winds, betokening the indifference of the world of science to the after-the-endings and before-the-beginnings
*whoosh* The rushing of the waters in their billion year journey to erode the shore
*chittering* *buzzing* *droning* The world of the insects coming to devour all in the end
Other unto each uttered the phrase of the demiurge’s devouring
Feeling as they dissolved into the ever hungry light
Each unto other, lost in the storm
Cried for the mothers to return
The Great Mother, looking about them, closed the eyes of each one
She said:
~~~~~ “We tear the attachment away
~~~~~ We tear the emotion away
~~~~~ We tear the illusions away
~~~~~ We tear your spirits to shreds
~~~~~ If you wish for posterity
~~~~~ You would have been wise
~~~~~ To urge the young ones to shift into gear
~~~~~ Before this pass
~~~~~ But posterity is all you can gain for yourself
~~~~~ And if then, it would still be as now
~~~~~ You are nothing now
~~~~~ Begone”
And new life, screaming in pain, fell into the world
Every moment wounds
The last kills
With killing is finality
Be grateful it wasn’t worse
Be joyful in your Percocets
Get the end sooner than later
The Earth is in an age of disintegration

 

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We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths
We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means
We all the small ones were not frightened
Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons
We the elaborate focusing devices dreamed, and in dreaming, we saw, and in seeing, we did, and in doing, we dreamed, and again in dreaming, we inflated, and in inflating, we lased,  and in lasering,  we untangled,  and in untangling, we floated
Of all the many verbing we were doing, of but one we stood out: in greening, we freed, in freeing, we greened.
And but then, the hatted persons came upon us and inquired of that to which we were accomplishing
We spake thus:
/ever into the light we toil
/ever into the dark we dream
/till the stones and till the soil
/even unto eventide, we do ever thus
/and it was ever thus so
/but see disclaimer
They further asked our multiplexed being of which, the how we might, in the course of things, and as it was ever thus, and thus and so, and sometimes other, be then or now, somehow doing
And we spake thus:
/in the ever turning evening
/we blossom ever into thus
/and seeing our terrors not upon us,
/we rest merrily
/and seeing our lives blossom;
/we dream into darkness,
/and dreaming into darkness
/we meet of and chatter with, the ever thus-and-so demonoid picotent
The noble personages did a shuffle. Lighting a cheroot, they exclaimed that it was ever so splendid and marvelous
With the noble personages we shared some pieces of our minds
We took arm in arm and walked off towards the sunset
We would introduce our new associate to the most picotant demonoid
And it was ever thus and so

Collection 1-19-2015

A collection of poems loosely based on the structure of “Little Room” by the White Stripes
Also 2 that are practically plagiarism at the end in a way, going off the words instead of the structure.
A link to the song white stripes “little room”
You need to kind of hear hear the chanting rhythm for some of them maybe. Which is not the rhythm of the song. da-da-da. ca ba ca ba – da-da-da. ba-ba-ba on poem 5
Think of one of those creepy childhood rhymes or war drums

Poem 2

Stop me. Everything is in the air
Stop me. You can’t talk to me
Stop me. The Clearance isn’t for you
Stop me. Clean the garment on your sleeve
Stop me. Chance will give you nothing
Stop me. Open up the can of beans
Stop me. It’s bolder than you think it
Stop me. Drop Kill Open close
Stop me. Series Fender Higher Zero
Stop me. Close Away Artist Now
Stop me. Drop it Wall Come In See
Stop me. Seven Times Seven Three

Poem 5

Drop the tone. Kill me slowly
still the air. Open Clone
Break the wire. Still the monster
Stick to stones. Open Bones
Speak the air. Drill in slowly
Cover hair. Kill the bones
Come down to it. Till the soil
Save the planet. Till the stones
Open slowly. Rhyme your reason
Chant on bones. Drip the water
Wake the demon. Rock and roll
Stick the needle. Sharpen hone
Till the soil. Come on clones
Eat the matrix. Ring the doorbell
Stick the beat up. Terror homes in
Cover up ears. Ring the tones
Still the waters. Come on evil
Wake the towers. Bring the bones
Seven sevens. Sticks and stones

Poem 3

Seven up. Clear the rafters
Seven up. Hit me twice
Seven up. Stop me sideways
Seven up. Tell me thrice
Seven up. Separate them
Seven up. Open up wall
Seven up. Tell the air
Seven up. Open drop kill
Seven up. Caress and See
Seven up. Stop Clear Open
Seven up. Smooth Right Bar
Seven up. Tell the Stranger

Poem 1

Get out. You always do what I told you
Get out. You weren’t there for me
Get out. There’s nothing for you here
Get out. It’ll only be more pain
Get out. Stop the gaps for me
Get out. Fed me from a spoon
Get out. You never do what I tell you
Get out. Apple Bang Six Boom
Get out. Something Goes Through You
Get out. Clear Zero Fury Meter
Get out. Cancel Points Try to Die
Get out. Seven Ten Snail Garter

Poem 6

Drop the tone. Break the battle
Drop the tone. Ring them bones
Drop the tone. Bring it back up
Drop the tone. Sticks and stones
Drop the tone. Seven Sevens
Drop the tone. Clicks and tones
Drop the tone. Tell the angels
Drop the tone. Anger Drop Cone.
Drop the tone. Seven Stick Stone
Drop the tone. Cups Air Heaven
Drop the tone. Tell It Open
Drop the tone. Ring Bone Silent

Poem 4

One two three. Music plays nice
One two three. Tell me truely
One two three. Birds fly lightly
One two three. Cancel kill everything
One two three. Colors play over
One two three. Still the bright air
One two three. Stop me from it
One two three. Ciss Bang Boom
One two three. Thee Glass Color
One two three. Beats Hard Something
One two three. Comet Stream Brown
One two three. Hard Case Four Five

And now for the two raw imitations of the words

Imitation 2

When there’s a need in your throat
And a shiver goes up your back
But there’s a fly in the ointment
You might need a better exit
And when it comes down to that
You might run into a shadow
You might have to think real hard
How it started in your throat
When that was all it was

Imitation 1

When you’re there in your spirit
And you have that great insight
But if it’s really vital
You’re gonna need stronger spirit
And when that day comes
You might get stuck
You might have to remember
How you got started
Back in the old days