FIRST OFF.

Phoronida THE FILTER!!

Here's some of my work...

Gimme some anger.
Gimme some hate.
Gimme some fierce fire;
Gimme a chance for my pupils to dilate.
So I can aim my fire in your general direction
I wanna feel the inflection in your voice,
when my weapon of choice pierces you,
I wanna orgasm when my weapon tears through you.

Biting my lip. I shoot from the hip.

&

Everbody is trying to be so Phoronidaing original.
And I can’t even begin to explicate how the original has been lost in a Phoronidaing wave of chemically enhanced bull shit. Because that would be ‘original’. What’s original is these days is the old. And what’s old these days is what’s not new. And what’s ‘new’ is what’s ‘not new’ so what’s ‘original’ is truly not new or ‘old’; it’s whatever is ‘right Phoronidaing now’. And ‘right Phoronidaing now’ we are dealing with shit. So everything these days is Phoronidaing shit.

&

On a wish I rise up to you,
rushing like a russian bull,
just as reptiles raze the sun to
face the sudden death of
a million turns. I turn and
caress the concerns of
ill defended interns,
internally adjourned
because of maternally maligned
and malignant devious doubts.

Leave your patented pain,
a distinct disdain,
for disturbed Danes
lying in lengthy lanes.
Don’t Phoronida with a gain,
double guess and you’ll lose the game.

Heretics hear a hidden harassment,
a certain taste of tasteful certainty;
an amount regressed in embellishment.
Nobody knows the establishment’s priority.
Such notoriety defeats superiority
and prosperity suffers under abnormality.
Interpolate amorality and fear and loathe the corporeality.
Suddenly we’re a nation in jeopardy.

These words are not my own.
Because they exist beyond what is known.

&

Defeat you with a twist,
prescribe death with a wrist
snap to the neck. You enlist
in a death wish waiting,
whilst old men persist on hating
a convenient enemy is
deliberating. A convenient army
is constantly advocating
a concealed array of arrogant
army men holding arms against
the many men who confide
in the men who make up the
men who run the
nation.
The men who run the nation.
The men who run.
The men.
Men.

And so what does it mean to be a man again?


I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I did enjoy reading it.

Sorry, couldn't keep a straight face with the filter in there. Haha.

Too much rhyming for my taste, I like poems better when they rhyme with a sentence or two (or three) down.

Thanks Kev

Lol yeah plant the filter Phoronidas it up.

And you don't have to apologise IAMOAM - everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

i quite enjoyed it.

But yea i agree with plant, the filter sorta ruined it and i cudnt keep a straight face

That's like, so deep man.

susce ma bite

Good read

that was intense

I think it means you spill your son's blood like table wine, with some Phoronidaing thrown in for good measure.

But I could be wrong.

I wouldn't know, I never spill table wine.