12.21.12 MyEndCallEnder

It's not Over Yet!

I am the black sludge poured into morning mouths

The thickening blood like mucus oozing from the nose,

the failed vandal on the doorstep wringing

I felt this ick coming before, like bricks in the bell tower… Grimacing

I am the shifting surface of your beach front property

The wax of mudslide and sleep of glacier drift wiped away

You once tried to save me…,

But you should have saved yourselfrightchoseless… Sickening

I am the quite traveler giving ride to whomever

Provider of spectacles no testicales can compare

Hope you are ready for the next one cause my revolution’s in the air

Get the Mayans and the Call Lenders Cause I’m the blender you’re the pear!

 

 

Your thoughts fickled mine things

My water of youth your cesspool for fuel

The conduit of my poles peeled for golden rings

Have the nerve to say I’m not self-sustaining

Uninhabitable!   I’ve been more than hospitable!

What a virus that makes it self service unsuitable

To favor ill behavior for the sake of a savior

Your heads may bow to the east

But your a*s still s***s none the least

Time after time provide I with a bountiful feast

So you Land on my Lover to satisfy your lust

Hover her then leave her collecting trophies, Moon Dust!?

Even the God of War has been fondled by your touch

They whisper, Oh how they want to flee me

They satellite and bend the light

And fore tell of my death

Well, Be Gone! And leave your clothes behind!

That flesh, My skin of desert and shore sand given.

The enchanted threads for your living experience

Be Gone! And don’t bother with packing up and cleaning

There will be no interrogation no exile from Eden

 

I’ll burn this wicked garden to the ground

Arrange my poles, and swish waters to cool it down

They are white clouds in my blackened blue atmosphere

Casting shadows on the crusted earth of my flesh

I frown a deep sound like bass clef

Their tall tale torn apart

The last vault too big to fail now broken Bonaparte

My molten core resurrecting to the surface

I smoke out for every hemp plant chopped and burned in vain

I offer fruit for Gods and you look pone it with distain  

These Human parasites stuck to my feet!

One whim of solar wind should cure me of their feverous heat

 

 

Ignore the Calendar your end will be what I vendor

NO refunds or replays back to binary Control Alt Delete’

You say the past will repeat yet look in a mirror, tongue and cheek

What is it that you seek? Have you forgotten My rule?

What you sew into me is what you reap

I’ve soaked in seeds of blood and tears now its harvest thyme to weep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

...you had me at Bukowski ;-)

I cannot tell you how much I liked reading this. Oh wait. Yes I can. It was like this insane water funnel that sprouted up out of the stream of consciousness and I was caught up in it, twirling, spinning, coughing...really well done. Thanks so much for sharing this with us, Seth...

-kimmer

[Sethnicity]

Thank You So Very Much for the consideration and Adoration. I will have to return the favor and savor your flavors. So in the words of the Meth, I'll be by to inspect ya neck of the woods, Ta Koa!

[KAOlmsted]

xD Nice...My pleasure ;-)

[Alexanda Corrin]

I really enjoyed this. At the start the quick flow of words was a bit overwhelming, but when you start to clarify the meaning I just love it! Great use of metaphor, I really love your writing style, very unique!

[Sethnicity]

Man U are reading all my favorites! :)

[Alexanda Corrin]

Ha, your favourites are really good btw! And interesting!

[Frieda P]

You've gone meandering through the grey matter with this outstanding piece of work...so many thought provoking illuminations for the mind. My brain felt like a pinball machine reading this. You nudge or rather force the reader to think madly...brilliant, we're still all here to ponder this great work.

[Sethnicity]

Thank You Frieda... I'm glad you could grab a hold of this and I'm glad we are still here too, I don't think either one of us is done by a long sight and I would have never internalized the art of you. I can say it was worth it! ;)

[CS]

Geez, this is like a punch in the head in the greatest of ways. Like a jolt of caffeine. Very unique writing here and interesting twist to words. This would be great as spoken word, I think. It has a lot of force behind it.

[Sethnicity]

Thank You courtney... maybe some day you will hear it with the fever and heat and beat I intended when I wrote this retreat. :)

[LA Lorena]

A most powerful rant and write! I see you live to provoke thought. I admire that. This was potent and powerful. I'll be back!

[Sethnicity]

Thank You! :)
I try and stay provocative like high heels and glasses!

[Baby Ricochet]

Fight the powers that be!

[Sethnicity]

In silent sleep or scripted pen the battle rages on in my mental wind.
Thank You.

[Sethnicity]

I've never found so much pleasure while working in a box than with this poem....
the twelve bars then twenty-one then twelve to round out the date and finish with a moral after thought... what can I say it's clever and it's another ode to mother earth... made me feel better about the trickling pace of the change I wish to see in the world.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is powerful... you cannot turn the time back. The world's end is always an intriguing thought. You have penned the demise in riddles. The answer is revealed in the readers mind, and how it is perceived.... I am awestruck!

[Sethnicity]

Thanks a Bunch Robbie!

[Ruth]

My dear Seth :) Your knowledge in universal thought is empowering and tasty lol
A poignant test/lesson....
I always leave your work wondering through my mind and wandering through epiphanies ;)
xox

[Sethnicity]

Thank You Poppy! Your words are fuel for my fire! and a cool drink for my splintered throat.

[Ruth]

♥

[Rene Velez]

great wording, complex and stunning, visually shaking, this is a gem Seth.

[Sethnicity]

Thank You my Friend... I feel a lot like your new photo... Unleashed!