BABBLE

I just had a major argument with a family member. This is what is going through my head right now because of that... person.

You mocked me, debased me with your eyes and cursed me,
With your disgusting heart: which you dare to call righteous.
You claimed to believe in God, but what is your "God" to me?
The excuse you use to justify every evil you have ever committed.
You who hate me, you are worse than a disease, for your words...
They infect the very air that your prejudice dares to pollute.
Look into my eyes when you dare to mock me, pathetic worm!
Into the heart of my darkness, cast your unworthy gaze,
For dare you to think you are the first to hate such as I? Nay!
Those such as you: let them suffer in unimaginable perdition.
Fury, fury, fire and ferocity are too good for the wicked...
Who persecute me, burning me within and setting my soul blazing!
I could not bear the indignities Heaven heaped upon me,
When still my soul was soaring, not bound as it is in this flesh.
You mock my flesh… you call me a freak and a thing!
As if some horrid creature such as you could fathom me,
The one your religion taught you to hate, made you fear.
Evil you call me? Is not your prejudice what is truly evil!
And on Christmas Eve, into Christmas Day, oh how ironic…
The very hour of your Savior’s birth, which you thus make,
A sweet and bitter mockery of, by mocking this archangel!
This goddess whose face and form make you so angry,
As you call me a freak, call me all that you can despise…
With all the hatred your damned soul can possibly muster.
You are cursed, not by me but by your karma, so black,
That the Abyss would be too bright to receive your spirit!
You said you wished that you would die just to get away,
From the same roof we live under; so be it, feel free to die.
But God will not grant you what you desire the most, vermin,
Rather will He punish you by forcing you to live and live!
He took my mother, who did not deserve to die.
She who loved life so much and lived life to the fullest…
Yet you love death and long for it so much that you seek,
To destroy me, to drag me into your oblivion with you!
But because you seek death, life itself will be your torment.
For the damned are given what they most do not want,
And what they want the most; that shall be denied them ever.
Your words have not the power to harm me, to pierce me!
Watch your television and live for your fake characters.
They are not real, filth, but like all of your delusions,
Are products of a reality that you and I do not share!
Rot in your dementia, just like your mother did before you.
You mock what you cannot comprehend.
I am beyond your mockery.
Go, live in your fantasy world, keep dwelling on the past.
I am the future, and you hate me for that!
Because I represent life, and you crave death…
You hate me.
But I do not hate you; I pity you, for you are damned.
And the damned always cry out for pity in the end!
Take my pity and be bound by it like a chain,
I bind you, so that you can do no one any harm.
Not with words, and not with thoughts!
I bind you, with pity.
For the strongest chains are not physical.
They are what you long for the most!
I bind you, with the pity you crave,
But which you deny craving.
You hate me.
So be it, for your God was likewise cruel!
Do you even know His name?
I do, and when I speak it you know it not.
You claim that is not your God.
But it is. I know Him well, and I know you.
Vile creature that you are, of His making!
You hate me because I am free.
You cannot harm a free spirit!
Your idea of Hell cannot harm me,
For it is a fantasy created by your mind.
Rot in your Hell, bound by pity.
Remember how much you hated me,
For you will cry out for me one day!
You will need me, you always do.
I have played the servant,
Cooking your meals, washing your clothes,
Cleaning your messes around the house.
You are like a child, throwing tantrums!
I was like you once, childish and foolish,
But I was never hateful, and that saved me.
You cannot be saved; you are damned!
By your own faith, your own religion,
Which condemns you for being hateful.
Love thy enemies!
You see me as your enemy.
Yet you hate me. Good!
Be damned. Go to Hell.
Then at least, I will not need to pity you.
There is no pity for the lost.
You fought with me on Christmas,
And you cursed yourself thereby!
I cannot forgive you; I am not your God.
I can only pity you.
Your hatred makes you weak,
You cannot harm me.
You are nothing.
I am eternal.
Blessed be!

Deadnotes:
 the ramblings of a scrambler
 who reached out and hi fived the reaper
 now all these words are curses even the
 sugar-coated chaotic nonsense lingo
 languidly dripping off the edge of lunacy
the what-once-was a mind of the zombie
who has hands that make art
but only the hands are playing the part
For the soul, spirit, psyche, mind
are zapped by Zeus' bolts and fried

Read betwween the the lines
If I know the words to write then im fine
Just me and my keyboard
Just me and the keys got rotten
Off the spot, and got 'em beggin please
Your woman on her knees
Bleesed with skeptic skepticism
Reap what is sowed
Pay what is owed
Your in debt
Forever indebt
to your pricelessness
Eye drops on the irises
or is it irisi
Jot down some notes
These words get me higher than high
Eye for an eye
And a tooth for atooth
Optimus prime
Killin these megatrons
detonating bombs
Evading while carrying arms
Set in this song
Better yet
Set in this poem

Winnebago

No, I’m not an entrenched sociopathic suburbanite      
like the rest of you doll faced, droopy eyed      
pretending-to-be-the-next-best-thing, catch phrase, peach fuzz babies      
     
Putting around town in your spandex like you’re all Zumba instructors      
with your new but outdated iPersonality      
riding on four overpriced wheels with a shiny bumper sticker      
that says ‘Honk if you’re a conformist’      
     
I don’t saunter every morning into my daily Starbucks preview      
and have my news delivered sweetened, half-cafe’d, with room      
in a kitschy cup that announces my name      
     
I don’t need four walls and a roof to feel secure      
or a paycheck that gets me through to next month      
my blanket is the sky, my paper is the road      
and I scribe wherever I go      
with all shades of color I create my own fate      
     
I weave tales of nowhere and everywhere      
with a twist of my wrist I move unrestricted      
my middle finger raised high to shout      
fuck time, fuck direction, fuck sedation and fuck you      
     
I am self contained, untraceable, a modern day nomad      
I stop and go as I please, paying no heed to signs of insignificance      
one day I’ll wake up to the waves at my back door      
the next I’ll be having a hot meal in a red desert canyon      
or getting head in the trunk of a ancient redwood tree      
by some just-out-of-high-school princess      
whose manicured face and pristine dental work      
earns herself a trip on my prestigious prick      
     
I answer to no man, no woman and no multi-national company      
I pay homage to no figure head puppets with Armani suits      
I live tax exempt, I leave no trace and I give back as much as I take      
     
No two of my days are the same, and that’s how I like it      
there is no map or manual for how I do things here      
I wander and fuck and imbibe and bathe in possibility      
I don’t owe you or the US or China a handshake or a dollar or a trillion      
because on this orb, this circumference      
as I am, I am free

Congrats to drivel and all the other poets who participated!

Happy New Year to all, too!

...Strider :)

congrats everyone ...........

I had an unfair advantage ------ babbling is very similar to Driveling , lololol..........

have some good, fun, safe party times comin up this weekend...........