The buffalo!
It's mighty legs so
lurch and slow.
O'
weaving through the brush a vast,
nourishment upon the grass,
slowly wadding, calf/feet deep,
a lullaby echoed to sleep.
An arrow or a sword,
the land asunder, ceased it's norm.
The overrun,
the stampede,
the flood of gold-hungry, mining greed
erasing,
deleting,
expunging the land,
*of what was lush and fertile,
to fields of sand.
A low moan from the past,
echoes vast,
echoes forth into the last,
ear forgotten,
roaming bison,
roaming herds,
moaning long forgotten words.
Vacant air of silt and sand,
was where they buried mom and dad.
Dream, for I am waking not by Apocapus, literature
Literature
Dream, for I am waking not
Dream, for I am waking
yet not awake
sleeping,
wishing,
...and wondering
where the day shall take me
should I lurch my feet forward
in search for breath.
...My eyes pried wide,
between
what is and isn't
a dream I've never had.
Crimson reflections
laid in bricks,
dance a yellow dance,
as fires roar to keep me warm.
My feet lurching forward,
my heart laborious and beating,
my tired lurching feet are stinging,
wishing for a dream
creeping forward into sleep
wherever gravity will take me.
Everything Stays *The Same* by Apocapus, literature
Literature
Everything Stays *The Same*
Everything stays *the same,
...everything stays the same.
Fire rains up out of the clouds
but everything stays the same.
I took to living in a cave,
to escape the ever painful rays
but low-behold the others stayed,
*amazed by pretty colors*
The lakes dried up
...and foliage died,
but everything stays the same.
The animal *graves
are piling up,
but everything stays the same.
I took to refuge on a hill,
the massive flood, my family killed
but low-behold the others still,
stare blankly at the sky.
*Enjoying the pretty clouds*
The radiation levels rise,
but everything stays the same.
The oceans lurch, as black as coal
but everything stays
To the heart, lest forsaken--
taken to, taken to;
...the forest;
dragged in earnest,
awakened;
sunburned through.
The echo's volley empty;
the wind is silent mute,
and foggy is the vision
that hampers the pursuit.
The heart, it beats much slower--
it's rhythm winding down
...and here comes dream reality
to ring the final bell round.
What are you person? *lad or man*
sympathy clad, you've never had,
swam a thousand channels into the edge of Cispa's sand,
your apathy twas your end.
Let us recount those vital days, when your identity was *no more* a game, and the fires deep inside you burned three hundred nights/days, straight;
Remember those days,
as your monitor weeps battery acid and combusts to splinters 'pon your floor.
You'd had a chance to save your voice *so sore*
before; your vocal chords shriveled and died, your; persona blind, rotted and crumbled into the recesses of your heart, where the tears you'd never cried,
now lay buried besides your hopes and dreams.
Y
Spring Haikus Volume....*What Number Is this?* by Apocapus, literature
Literature
Spring Haikus Volume....*What Number Is this?*
1.
Arkansas painted
black and wilting pavement why?
Exxon diarrhea.
2.
I spy cows wounded
as the badge of law appears
my camera in pieces
3.
My keyboard smells death
my monitor trembles fearing
censorship came back.
The fire, ...lead me to the f by Apocapus, literature
Literature
The fire, ...lead me to the f
The fire,
...lead me to the fire,
help me up
and split my skin
to tear me up
into the fire,
into the fire
my skin shall peel,
my heart shall suffer
and my dreams will perish
in the fire, where I'm imprisoned for my filming of the beak-less bird.
The buffalo!
It's mighty legs so
lurch and slow.
O'
weaving through the brush a vast,
nourishment upon the grass,
slowly wadding, calf/feet deep,
a lullaby echoed to sleep.
An arrow or a sword,
the land asunder, ceased it's norm.
The overrun,
the stampede,
the flood of gold-hungry, mining greed
erasing,
deleting,
expunging the land,
*of what was lush and fertile,
to fields of sand.
A low moan from the past,
echoes vast,
echoes forth into the last,
ear forgotten,
roaming bison,
roaming herds,
moaning long forgotten words.
Vacant air of silt and sand,
was where they buried mom and dad.
Dream, for I am waking not by Apocapus, literature
Literature
Dream, for I am waking not
Dream, for I am waking
yet not awake
sleeping,
wishing,
...and wondering
where the day shall take me
should I lurch my feet forward
in search for breath.
...My eyes pried wide,
between
what is and isn't
a dream I've never had.
Crimson reflections
laid in bricks,
dance a yellow dance,
as fires roar to keep me warm.
My feet lurching forward,
my heart laborious and beating,
my tired lurching feet are stinging,
wishing for a dream
creeping forward into sleep
wherever gravity will take me.
Everything Stays *The Same* by Apocapus, literature
Literature
Everything Stays *The Same*
Everything stays *the same,
...everything stays the same.
Fire rains up out of the clouds
but everything stays the same.
I took to living in a cave,
to escape the ever painful rays
but low-behold the others stayed,
*amazed by pretty colors*
The lakes dried up
...and foliage died,
but everything stays the same.
The animal *graves
are piling up,
but everything stays the same.
I took to refuge on a hill,
the massive flood, my family killed
but low-behold the others still,
stare blankly at the sky.
*Enjoying the pretty clouds*
The radiation levels rise,
but everything stays the same.
The oceans lurch, as black as coal
but everything stays
To the heart, lest forsaken--
taken to, taken to;
...the forest;
dragged in earnest,
awakened;
sunburned through.
The echo's volley empty;
the wind is silent mute,
and foggy is the vision
that hampers the pursuit.
The heart, it beats much slower--
it's rhythm winding down
...and here comes dream reality
to ring the final bell round.
What are you person? *lad or man*
sympathy clad, you've never had,
swam a thousand channels into the edge of Cispa's sand,
your apathy twas your end.
Let us recount those vital days, when your identity was *no more* a game, and the fires deep inside you burned three hundred nights/days, straight;
Remember those days,
as your monitor weeps battery acid and combusts to splinters 'pon your floor.
You'd had a chance to save your voice *so sore*
before; your vocal chords shriveled and died, your; persona blind, rotted and crumbled into the recesses of your heart, where the tears you'd never cried,
now lay buried besides your hopes and dreams.
Y
Spring Haikus Volume....*What Number Is this?* by Apocapus, literature
Literature
Spring Haikus Volume....*What Number Is this?*
1.
Arkansas painted
black and wilting pavement why?
Exxon diarrhea.
2.
I spy cows wounded
as the badge of law appears
my camera in pieces
3.
My keyboard smells death
my monitor trembles fearing
censorship came back.
The fire, ...lead me to the f by Apocapus, literature
Literature
The fire, ...lead me to the f
The fire,
...lead me to the fire,
help me up
and split my skin
to tear me up
into the fire,
into the fire
my skin shall peel,
my heart shall suffer
and my dreams will perish
in the fire, where I'm imprisoned for my filming of the beak-less bird.
Imagine May Day
They say brazen witches arise, fly
dark Moon nights, stealthy, silent
in their joyous revelry.
Bonded to Earth, creation;
learning at mother's breast
to manage life's gifts and lessons.
Man may proclaim, may murder
for fealty, to swear allegiance to
their hunt's command.
They may elevate their One True King
to kneel and obey. They may employ
counting measure, ceremony and sacrifice,
taunting and torture or other trials
thus finding for each loyal swan a pond
to plunder, to parade in royal colour,
their place of pride.
Cruelty descends, more than tactic;
it is the enemy of joy, of flavor,
bonding, works o
[visit this link for WTF moment]
http://truth-out.org/news/item/12458-gimme-shelter-government-policies-fail-homeless-mothers-and-kids
I repeat now, WTF!????
I fail to see the reasoning in this perverse obscenity called a law. This sort of disease ridden feces is what caused the tenants revolt in 1839. I mean seriously, talk about the "drug using crack addicts" the republicans can't shut up about. "The Homeless don't matter, they're drug addicts or alcoholics" --And homeless single parents with infants and toddlers. *What?*
What judge would hear a case in which a landlord is groundlessly evicting tenants into the street and rule it "pe
I hate to ask this as I do not like really bothering people but It's becoming hard to keep writing.
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The Truth Of Online Friendships *Letter To The Prying Eyes*
Stranger whom I've never known, I see you lurking in that void.
Behind a screen, behind a fiction and your prying eyes
which tear my heart apart, leave me gasping for a question;
an oh so vital question which if answered could destroy reality.
Do you wish to be my friend? Or do you wish to fuck me?
Your answer, *very much a lie* depending on it's form and mannerisms,
will destroy me; As it's destroyed me still, a thousand years of rebirths.
And reality will collapse, burying my perception, trust and innocence in
a heap of waste, where my life so very much belongs.
Am I not