Murder

is indefensible, inscrubtable and ignorant. Only the most depraved filth of society stoop to kill others to prove a point or resolve a conflict. To all of you adorning your profiles with RIP Chris Benoit, give it a rest and stop embarassing yourselves. Yeah, I may be drawing conclusions based on my limited knowledge of the situation.....But consider this
1) They lived in an isolated area
2) Anabolic steroids were found in his home
3) Steroids can enduce roid rage which instills an angry energy which even the smallest thing can set off
4) Wrestling takes it toil on the participants physically and mentally in the most severe of waysFurthermore his son had Fragile X Syndrome, a form of autism.So in conclusion, Benoit's selfishness killed his wife and disabled son.How can anyone put a murderer over their victims?

Here's What's Happened

black bear
boy dead
woman pregnant
woman gone
Headlines blare
Obnoxiously overt
Both found dead
and naked in the medias
lawn
Collecting nothing and
Not being collected
Because everyone’s attention
is on the best song on the radio
not the
trifles of tragedy
the
achievements
Founded in perseverance
As Britain helps see the end of a global pedophile ring
Everyone’s just wondering what’s being produced in the music scene
So that they can have another ear-pleasing son to sing
Fads are a drag in the dribbling end
Knowledge erupts tunnels of dust from society’s lungs
College corrupts calculating the crisp constant that is a miserable layer of life in scheduled educated and the depreciation has not only begun
It is done, it is done
If everything we create is a planned obsolescence that what does make us---
Even less permanent

Piracy

Swashbuckling
Watch as bare knuckles bring
Liquor with pale stickers
in an attempt to rip her
from her crusted cistern of a routine
which molds more
with each bloody sunrise
each smutty glum tie
she refuses to sever
but on a sailboat of hedonistic ways
Pain is mistaken for green mystic waves
of a nautical frontier
Let’s all rot filled with beer
And an apathy so piquant that no one cares who steers

I

am determined. This is an understatement of course, and I'm sure I sound like every other author who dreams large and accomplishes nothing. By my dreams and not a cycle of hesitating effort and then sudden surges of it. I don't think I will be incredibly successful- I know I will. Because I never stop working-and thinking of new things to do or try, techniques to consider, whether it be in art, music, the way I speak, humor, ways to improve my outlook even more, keep my authenticity consistent etc. I will be who I am, and I will succeed at everything I try, regardless of how many times I fail along the way. My goals will be met. The future is bright because I say it will be..........Jessie has made me realize everything that is beautiful and possible in this life. Without her my ambition would be at a standstill. I love her-and I will do anything to remain with her for the rest of my life. She has completed and improved on so many levels in so many varrying ways that it would be borderline impossible for me to delineate them all.

Notice Again

Girls with straightened hair plastered to their face
With clouds of clumped make up masking every trait
Eyeliner applied over extensively, resembling a
Choice aesthetic bruise on their pale passé complexion
Athletic guys smirk and the girls misread an arrogant inflection
for a new way
a recently sketched out, semi-visible, hopeful direction
you’re decently dressed out in someone else’s personality
The social agreement sees that your breasts shout-
Attention is the only cure for my massive malady

Helpless

Grappling with cruising cruelty
Baffling how you sing through me
Crackling from a bruising duty
That is a leadened weight in a deadened mind
Wrap the things you hate in sedentary finds

Maintenence

I watched him work with encouraging intent
thumbing through my thoughts
hoping for a fixed pane
a ripped stain
To make the malfunction stop

Flare Gun

We hauled hell on our backs
But then realized heaven was a far greater burden
We hurled sorrow towards our eyes
But then realized happiness was far more damaging
We cried til we laughed at how pathetic we were
But then realized
Laughing heartily was far more dangerous as tears streamed down
We realized
Euphoria was a constraining jeopardy

Judgement

meanwhile we’ve found a better version of you
You’re senile and halfway in the ground
You’re a diversion of blue
Issuing new responsibilities
While failing those of the former
You’re a client with eyes bent
and we nothing but machines
With vein and artery circuit boards
With brains of steal and electronic memory
Compulsed by no pulse only algorithms