Submissions by LokiOfLiterati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am the awakening of what shouldn't be. I am just a glimpse of the future.
Untangled Rambling
Is it too late to be including…
That I actually hate to be bruising others delusions?
I stated before I’m using this groove we’re in
To disabuse illusions I’m choosing on a whim!
So it behooves me time and again to make amends…
Sheeple get fleeced.
Warned to fill coffers
By armed bill collectors, I mean police.
And that free find, redefined handful
Is a clear example.
Definitions can get re-sampled.
I envision what’s real and then run and trample
And while I mean what I release?
I rarely mean to divide the...
That I actually hate to be bruising others delusions?
I stated before I’m using this groove we’re in
To disabuse illusions I’m choosing on a whim!
So it behooves me time and again to make amends…
Sheeple get fleeced.
Warned to fill coffers
By armed bill collectors, I mean police.
And that free find, redefined handful
Is a clear example.
Definitions can get re-sampled.
I envision what’s real and then run and trample
And while I mean what I release?
I rarely mean to divide the...
673 reads
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GrowDome
Spray is endless
Because my play is “Mend This”
Every run that finds me done
With my own unmentionable shit?
I get back in, under the gun
With a friend’s shitlist!
Blood into licks, mud into bricks
Flipping the script, chewing up for six
Like a cow with its cud!
My Tao, a POW! And a THUD!
‘Cause licking mud means bricks are infinite
I’m never missing girth; I’ve been kissing Earth since I was an infant!
We were all birthed from the same ground
And this isn’t humanity’s first time around
The land feeds so my span to...
Because my play is “Mend This”
Every run that finds me done
With my own unmentionable shit?
I get back in, under the gun
With a friend’s shitlist!
Blood into licks, mud into bricks
Flipping the script, chewing up for six
Like a cow with its cud!
My Tao, a POW! And a THUD!
‘Cause licking mud means bricks are infinite
I’m never missing girth; I’ve been kissing Earth since I was an infant!
We were all birthed from the same ground
And this isn’t humanity’s first time around
The land feeds so my span to...
632 reads
2 Comments
Rhythm and Dues
Iconoclastic ‘cause what’s muddled in studies?
I stick with it. A scientist studying scions twisted.
Attached to what’s missed like shit-stains to a mattress.
Seeing through a chocolate pudding puddle
And still being befuddled?
Keeps the nut rolling like Sisyphus
This deep nutter is self-consoling, switching it up
Loonier than a schooner without a rudder.
Sooner to croon for a shudder…
Than stutter and blubber.
But from the back of every empty room I still hear a mutter…
Like an Nth Dimension Echo
Fuck it, what’s the First...
I stick with it. A scientist studying scions twisted.
Attached to what’s missed like shit-stains to a mattress.
Seeing through a chocolate pudding puddle
And still being befuddled?
Keeps the nut rolling like Sisyphus
This deep nutter is self-consoling, switching it up
Loonier than a schooner without a rudder.
Sooner to croon for a shudder…
Than stutter and blubber.
But from the back of every empty room I still hear a mutter…
Like an Nth Dimension Echo
Fuck it, what’s the First...
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What's On?
It’s easy to bomb with glee to roast honestly and scarily
‘Cause comedy is social commentary
Vulture droppings become pop culture croppings
The Priest of the Beast
The Padre of Raw Spray
Chronic & Comics. Science & Violence.
Take hair and pull it! Bracers and Bullets!
D.C. will never swerve to find this groove, see
Wisen up! We DESERVE a “World’s Finest Movie!”
If my missives are armed bears?
Then I’ll dismiss this quip list with
Blaring alarms ‘cause Loki’s baring arms!
Even we squares have charm!
And I feel...
‘Cause comedy is social commentary
Vulture droppings become pop culture croppings
The Priest of the Beast
The Padre of Raw Spray
Chronic & Comics. Science & Violence.
Take hair and pull it! Bracers and Bullets!
D.C. will never swerve to find this groove, see
Wisen up! We DESERVE a “World’s Finest Movie!”
If my missives are armed bears?
Then I’ll dismiss this quip list with
Blaring alarms ‘cause Loki’s baring arms!
Even we squares have charm!
And I feel...
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A Round of Clowning
As a lyricist I want to always be a realist.
It appears to stay revealing shit
No fear in saying how I feel about shit?
Nothing plays concealed from where I sit.
But everyone who rolls with me knows this of me…
I never just sit.
Separate 2 electrons by a continent and they’ll still maintain the same orbital rotation and acceleration of spin.
If my Mind/Body is one electron?
The other is Da Vinci’s perpetual motion dream.
‘Cause I never stop moving.
Constant stream like Tesla’s scheme.
(Edison & early 1%ers won and the rest of us...
It appears to stay revealing shit
No fear in saying how I feel about shit?
Nothing plays concealed from where I sit.
But everyone who rolls with me knows this of me…
I never just sit.
Separate 2 electrons by a continent and they’ll still maintain the same orbital rotation and acceleration of spin.
If my Mind/Body is one electron?
The other is Da Vinci’s perpetual motion dream.
‘Cause I never stop moving.
Constant stream like Tesla’s scheme.
(Edison & early 1%ers won and the rest of us...
628 reads
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What?!
Toy with my dome? That won’t annoy me homes.
My zen extends a royal throne as if my pen were an envoy of Rome.
Renaissance Warrior- crime and again, I’ve shown.
My whole life tomboys were the only women I’d bone.
If your soul couldn’t handle the Hanoi Hilton?
Then it was the door you were shown.
I could enjoy ardor on my own.
So these days I don’t get sore with those who call me on shit.
Instead? I’m like a bored proctologist.
Anal stabs are mere banal jabs.
It’s no strain to reach for fecal gab.
It fits to rock shit talk! ...
My zen extends a royal throne as if my pen were an envoy of Rome.
Renaissance Warrior- crime and again, I’ve shown.
My whole life tomboys were the only women I’d bone.
If your soul couldn’t handle the Hanoi Hilton?
Then it was the door you were shown.
I could enjoy ardor on my own.
So these days I don’t get sore with those who call me on shit.
Instead? I’m like a bored proctologist.
Anal stabs are mere banal jabs.
It’s no strain to reach for fecal gab.
It fits to rock shit talk! ...
653 reads
4 Comments
Signal Flare for Serious Firespitters
Word is bond so I get disturbed and bomb!
Close into gel, coasting
Close enough to smell emotions
Toasted and buzzed, rifts open…
Drifting on the swells of the ocean
Scoping bottom to top
Every drop of hope within…
I was wrote in, born in a dream, interloping….
A lost note at large, hiding until I could ride in
My code was carved with Poseidon’s Trident!
Gleaning multi-screens on every dream
Leaning on sculpted scenes
Of succubi demons gulping semen!
Djinn needing DNA of those who freely flay
Scheming to...
Close into gel, coasting
Close enough to smell emotions
Toasted and buzzed, rifts open…
Drifting on the swells of the ocean
Scoping bottom to top
Every drop of hope within…
I was wrote in, born in a dream, interloping….
A lost note at large, hiding until I could ride in
My code was carved with Poseidon’s Trident!
Gleaning multi-screens on every dream
Leaning on sculpted scenes
Of succubi demons gulping semen!
Djinn needing DNA of those who freely flay
Scheming to...
790 reads
4 Comments
Secret Bonus Levels
I blast schisms to guide my tongue.
Masochism’s ride when I was young
Pain molded me, the game still holds me.
Japing to escalate animation to defeat chodes
I’m from the generation before cheat codes
Learned to play Life in Hard Mode.
All paths feed the dome on the Art Road
All tracks bleed like Rome when sparks explode
Keenly quaking oblivion when flowing cold
I dream of waking meridian nodes!
If future gens remain coddled?
Polluted and spent like pain’s model?
After the shit goes down we might all have to return from the dead....
Masochism’s ride when I was young
Pain molded me, the game still holds me.
Japing to escalate animation to defeat chodes
I’m from the generation before cheat codes
Learned to play Life in Hard Mode.
All paths feed the dome on the Art Road
All tracks bleed like Rome when sparks explode
Keenly quaking oblivion when flowing cold
I dream of waking meridian nodes!
If future gens remain coddled?
Polluted and spent like pain’s model?
After the shit goes down we might all have to return from the dead....
687 reads
7 Comments
Collaboration of Loki/PoeticDesire
Running rhymes never stops, even when yours truly is TOPPED!
2 hard-hearted artists in design
69 is giving mind
It means dreams, combined
Words textured serve as breath to her
It means lingering mixes when shared
Preening fingers twist hair.
Freestyle invests a tinge from within
Keys collected bless, a singe left on skin
Mon Cheri, this aisle unites worlds
Ocean kisses the shore
Meet me on the tiles
To lightstep through every door
2 hard-hearted artists in design
Fuck sorting on the spot.
We CUT...
2 hard-hearted artists in design
69 is giving mind
It means dreams, combined
Words textured serve as breath to her
It means lingering mixes when shared
Preening fingers twist hair.
Freestyle invests a tinge from within
Keys collected bless, a singe left on skin
Mon Cheri, this aisle unites worlds
Ocean kisses the shore
Meet me on the tiles
To lightstep through every door
2 hard-hearted artists in design
Fuck sorting on the spot.
We CUT...
993 reads
4 Comments
Scenes burst, checking the blare of me. Meaning is secondary.
Each day might be my last break.
So with equal passion I slake
Give and grow for every action I take
From the moment I access “awake”!
Every day find a friend I almost forgot
Whenever a “just, Hey!” call sends on the spot?
I extend my way to groove to their day and view
Empathy pays dues as it was made to
Scorned art and bold dares
For a warm heart and a cold stare
Take what I start to shake off my chest
Stake my part. I have every breath to invest.
Resting on laurels makes Ceasars lazy.
The tests that made me kilometers past...
So with equal passion I slake
Give and grow for every action I take
From the moment I access “awake”!
Every day find a friend I almost forgot
Whenever a “just, Hey!” call sends on the spot?
I extend my way to groove to their day and view
Empathy pays dues as it was made to
Scorned art and bold dares
For a warm heart and a cold stare
Take what I start to shake off my chest
Stake my part. I have every breath to invest.
Resting on laurels makes Ceasars lazy.
The tests that made me kilometers past...
638 reads
4 Comments
Missionary Work Isn't Brave. Courage is Setting Your Own Moral Alignment
I’m not tough. I’d way rather bite your face
And taste your eye. Then fight with grace
And maybe die!
I’m too advanced in playing corruption back
Flipping scripts to dance with Christian shit
I’ll stake my stance giving it this:
Jesus Christ preached not Christianity
But peace, love and equality.
But bring up GLBT and you hypocrites slip and turn bigoted.
Relax, this is only the tip of it
It’s not a sin due, it’s just some shit that’s to be continued…
So rate when I jape to disrupt
But I’ll always spin it through
And you’ll...
And taste your eye. Then fight with grace
And maybe die!
I’m too advanced in playing corruption back
Flipping scripts to dance with Christian shit
I’ll stake my stance giving it this:
Jesus Christ preached not Christianity
But peace, love and equality.
But bring up GLBT and you hypocrites slip and turn bigoted.
Relax, this is only the tip of it
It’s not a sin due, it’s just some shit that’s to be continued…
So rate when I jape to disrupt
But I’ll always spin it through
And you’ll...
671 reads
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Nietzsche was Needy. I Don’t Do This Just For Me. I Give It Away For Free.
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you."
--Friedrich Nietzsche
Edge from awareness and wit advantage
Can split your head in angles
‘Til you’re at the precipice, handling the pit
Saying “I can stand this. Brave as Miles Standish.”
One wave of wind and you’re scrambled shit!
Last Man Standing?
PR on apocalyptic planning?
Hell’s sense lent me passion
Intelligent enough to be asking
“What’s relevant and...
--Friedrich Nietzsche
Edge from awareness and wit advantage
Can split your head in angles
‘Til you’re at the precipice, handling the pit
Saying “I can stand this. Brave as Miles Standish.”
One wave of wind and you’re scrambled shit!
Last Man Standing?
PR on apocalyptic planning?
Hell’s sense lent me passion
Intelligent enough to be asking
“What’s relevant and...
735 reads
2 Comments
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