I try not to make chew toys out of close-minded yuppies, but nobody's perfect

"PERIOD! END OF DISCUSSION!"

Warning Shot:

If you’re afraid to hear, cut off your ears!
Otherwise feel your own heart.
Be real to your own part.
Deal with your own cards!
If it’s too hard to be into someone else’s opinion?
That’s their OWN spin. From the start.
But if you fear the WORLD and use the word “PERIOD!” as your weird weapon to CLEAR the herd?
Than it would appear you FEAR anything you didn’t hear before.
You must be soooo….    disturbed.

I don’t reckon much for threats but my weapons invested must occasionally be wrested!
The correctional oral war of me is set to warn censors more and more
YOU LACK THE INTELLECTUAL OR MORAL AUTHORITY

No matter what your level of mangled gumption,
Bedevil me and end up as a cannibal luncheon!
You can’t fenangle enough anger to rush in to mangle and thus win-
Something you never had the right to touch in-
And spin or set to check-
TO END ALL DISCUSSION ON ANY SUBJECT!

Trust you abuse what you fear and clench in defense.
Censor when tense.
Choose fury and sling mud!
Like an oath to swerve and bank on: “Uhhh… .Only THIS must exist!”
THUS YOUR USE OF THE WORD “PERIOD” IS BOTH ABSURD AND SANCTIMONIOUS.



I stay wired to flay when I get higher. Calling shit, here’s the bulk of this! Strafe fire:

That’s the 10 ton tome of this!
This nerd can’t help it if sweltering developments SOOO intense from sheltered suburban princesses
Earned a switch
When those same frenemies unnamed
Evolved into helpless yuppie bitches.
They stay confused!

Every day for such suburban mites is the same view.
If I get away for a year or two?
That’s a lifetime of growth to go through.
Apparently not everyone can own up to this.

Judgmental snatches!
You won’t budge or catch new bliss.
Just in case you might muddy your mitts? Or miss?
Content to look down on the rest of us.
Misspent like the brooks you found when you invested your luck.
And then mislent in every vision!
From every look you assclowns expected so much!

Left sore to see.
YOU LACK THE INTELLECTUAL OR MORAL AUTHORITY
Without much to cushion to budget
TO END ALL DISCUSSION ON ANY SUBJECT
Few hurdle life full circle; going spheroid is lonely but some of us must!

Judging slitches! You aren’t on the same level as the rest of us!
THUS YOUR USE OF THE WORD “PERIOD” IS BOTH ABSURD AND SANCTIMONIOUS.

FUCK YOU, NAZI-BITCH-STAASI-PRICK!



Aftermath:
You don’t hear the word “Period!”
Unless someone fears a word.
But so near you must have an entire span
Of anxieties if you abuse that fired command.
My wily mental disease set loose re-wired your plans!

At core we meet to forward knowledge
Forming collages with peeps.
Warming for more than polish,
Inner truths pay winner’s dues, playing for keeps

Hence the fine practice in Divine Mathematics
Unrehearsed but solved
Dispersed among Earths and Gods
To crunch in jewels in every discussion re-tooled
And refer to that interaction of will
Not as a “talk” but as a “build”.
You’ll never hear an Enlightened God or Earth
End a curve with a clenched “PERIOD!”

But ignorant clucks quicken fast
Like chicken scratch on hard scrabble paths.
And belligerent fucks thicken with wrath.
Huddled like the rabble after public gun blasts.

Clenched fobs!
Same drooling masses that form lynch mobs!
Hopes and fears into ropes and jeers.
Befuddled braindead like misled steer!

Sooo…   hopeful coasting on emotions enveloping
Sends a chode choking!
No logic center to rock,
They’re tender like a spent cock!
So many bent roads for provoking!

But REAL evoking?
Inner scoping must get past the rush
Of an emotional gush!

Like a soap bubble ocean-
There is sooo much more past the crust!
Every film for any world no matter how small ,
Is a thin shared wall!

If a diver were to fall and coast?
They would slide through unmentionable bits
Of inter-dimensional limits!
Each bubble an incremental visit.

Still sailing on,
Like jumping covalent bonds,
On shared electrons!
No control I improv to roll and bless
Ensure each ridge,
On a molecular thin bridge!

All those lost notes-
They fall and coast-
Through walls of ghosts-
This was the doozy spin-
To which I was alluding when,
Referring to potential worlds of almost!

(There was so much more hidden in the very core of that edition of my condition: Oral Addictions!)
Hoping to come untroubled,
My verse unpuzzles soap bubbles,
Universes to rustle!

And check for honest responses
Investing in the Law of Unexpected Consequences.
From that puzzle to rustle came a flaring hustle!

If keeping winces out of deep glimpses,
Peeping on what’s simple is extended true?
This lensview,
Would self-empower one past cowering
In emotional numb devouring runs.

Scouring to spot the jewels in the Earth,
And re-tooling them to disperse
Is my living way to be giving my universe away!

So bubbles met won’t trouble me yet,
Huddle close and be freely blessed!
When an early fireburst perked
With “Dispersing verses hotter than huddling with the sun?”
That wasn’t a smirk of mercenary curses to muddy waters some.

That work was a personal shared unrehearsed run.
It’s not sharp words for knife-shivving fun.
It’s part of the service of the life-giving Sun!
Nothing subtle-spun!

Bubbles come with infinite potential.
Gushing some
When souls’ rebuttal,
Hold close to cuddle.

On to immerse, birthing new omniverses--
With grace flowing,
Crazed explosions!
Like the Challenger space shuttle showing
There’s a risky face in dismissing your place
And wishing for the sky
Like Daedalus kissing the maze goodbye!