Madness in the Museum

April 29, 2016April 29, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 44 Comments

Shibboleth gossip
sucking sobriety –
Invidia Cielo E
Magick phlegm
archives bleed
the child withdrawn.

Alternate you
executed each.
That anxiety
comes from coyotes.

Splinter gash
the ever caprice peptic.
Wagner strangles
his virtual appendix.

Genocide glow
sarcasm one off demon,
a torso floating graffiti,
please bore my pain 6.

Multiplying eradication,
Plow pulls angel trace.

Numb nuclear echoes
I’m a walking masochist.
Epileptic zombies’
dum dums sugar rush!
Disneyland world Holocaust!

Hall-Lucy i –
spermicide crackle –
television evacuation –
claustrophobic disfigurement,
suicide 9 preaches.

Slugs turn icky –
the human mushroom shedding.

Ghost paparazzi
shaving channels moonshine.

Rats’ stretch you’re X.

Cruciform crow dementia
uploading imitation out,

Long vain licks
can spill life obscurum.

Mullerian cult
monkey’s mar
your wet swastika vehement.

Re-age PMS
O! Mickey-mouse prognosticates lies,
it links, spreads, what a faithful kind
of imbeciles we truly are.

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Lovecraft gets Higher and the Internet Gods stay Smaller

April 25, 2016April 25, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 51 Comments

Lovecraft succinct
his voice of legions
through fuliginous snot,

Parasol-crisis
Rhythoog Bucephalus,
esemplastic echolalia
tremble you white world.

Orange mantle sold replicants heir.

The eidolons fear the hanging fool.

Out from Azamorgola fire
Mankind’s monsters get higher;
while the internet gods stay smaller.

A prodigy to petroleum wings
your helium I.V. agita.
Decathect empathy
beware! This poem possesses
scriptures from the beehive earlobe.

Read as your own risk – Thelshogmog is coming.

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Antenna Guts Missing the Iron Pubic

April 21, 2016April 21, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 39 Comments

The pyramid inveighed.
The hallucination sconce,
the pharaohs block arbitrary –
pull out the defeated parallel world.

Depression intoxicates
your laced orb.
Fidelity develops by exploded monopoly.
Untrammeled voidness,
slowly repeated missing,
you look like a turned ripped feature.

Antenna guts;
trashed by the iron pubic.
The evil me tore the glitch thereof.
A canopy erection,
a flambeau paralysis,

The voyage punctuation
composed of rheum beings.
Above you
tongues commit humility.
A flappy neurological citrus –
direct voice-over congregation
of poised disruptor whim,

Corn chasms
fuck through the goddess power.
We belong to the self-annoyed nausea.

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Milk Razors Shave the Pale Water

April 18, 2016April 18, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 55 Comments

It speaks disquietude.
Jesus fondles the egg.
O! The miscreant young,

If you shave the paleness water
you’ll cut its waiting feed.
On thousand eating inferno poor fortuity –

Dehydrate all dogmas.

Mutated apes sow calamities
inside their comedian peel.

Pedophile patrolman ventriloquist –

Mummified caterpillars
devour a corpse grammar.

Give ism some ecstasy
Drugs smile just for you.
Death ate a bag of skittles
now he feels enthusiastic.

A sharp razor transmutes
itself into female breast.
The bipolar man slurps, slurps,
hey! I feel like an atheist,
does this mean I hate love?
Or do we love and hate?

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Heredity Passing Traits onto Your Fake Sympathies

April 14, 2016April 14, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 92 Comments

I made a promise to keep the family together
nobody cares or makes time & effort whatever.
I tried my best but all of you push yourselves away
wrapped in confusion, it hurts, I’m trapped in dismay.
Everyone seems to pick favorites and separate
arguing with them would just turn into a debate.
I’m tired of getting caught in between the middle
I want to leave this city, go somewhere & settle.
Would anyone even care if I leave?
No, it pains me to see myself grieve
All they care about is themselves
me, me and ignoring everyone else.
You only show up if a family member is dead
fake sympathies & no remorse in your head.
It’s unfair how the world mistreats one another
we’re the same species disrespecting each other.
My family lacks compassion showing no interest in what I do best
Happiness and love is all I really need, fuck you and fuck the rest.

Note: This poem is another personal observation on family.
Does your family ever seclude themselves from other family members?
I’m going to assume by now, that you already know where I’m going with this question.
Families are complicated creatures.
They sometimes annoy us; upset us, back-stab us,
and don’t show up at funerals but later show up to eat our food, etc.
Humans are imperfect. The beauty of it, we learn from our mistakes,
Karma however smiles the perfect weapon, her sense of humor.

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The Bitter Feminist Inflates the Ego in Her Pride

April 11, 2016April 18, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 79 Comments

My opinions don’t matter said the angry feminist
she’s extremely sensitive, I worry for the therapist.
Your bloated ego doesn’t match your personality
Hanging out with you is an awkward snap hostility.
I’m a human being who believes in friendship equality
your irrational temper stings like a dictator authority.
Look in the mirror, is this what you want to become?
If you want peace in your life, fight for it overcome.
Our conversations cut short; you easily get offended
I try making small talks, the look in your face irritated.
I’ll stop talking now; you’re always shutting me out
your attitude needs adjustments, this I highly doubt.

Note: The poem you just read was based on true life personal experiences.
Have you ever felt – that your opinions don’t matter to anyone? You try your best to communicate across that individual, but you’re immediately cut off from even taking a breath. The tone in their voice is guarded
with anger, frustration, ‘We are always right and you are always wrong’. Do you get a sense of George Orwell’s, 1984?
Big Brother telling me to shut up! Your opinions are irrelevant.
Big Brother (metaphorically speaking) is the bully who wants
to restrict you of your human knowledge.

To my WordPress friends, I hate being silent by the outside world,
for this I must watch what I say, truth feels like a waste, it’s unfair don’t you think?

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Aquamarine Three ( A Collaboration with Marina & I)

April 7, 2016April 7, 2016 ~ charliezero1.wordpress.com ~ 60 Comments

Plasma ball sun
centers the embryo host.

Electricity fingers
paint a bluish yellow
at the end of a thesis.

Darker z+n day

I, complement you
all the colors filling the isotope.
A beautiful wooden twig
dripping in front of your portrait,

Liquids hypnotize our eyes
inverse aqua canvas
you the chemist artistique.

Iris clockwise aperture
it’s the Latin sequence

Phenomenology three
gracefully exposed,
Wolf–rayet star
your special gift hues,
warming up the babies insomnia.

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Inspiring painter/musician Marina Kanavaki is truly an amazing
& gifted artist. She and I decided to make a collaboration that I’ll never forget. Anything is possible with painting mixed in with poetry.
To all my readers – this poem is my interpretation to her painting that is display right in front of your very eyes.

Please visit her page she’s got a lot of paintings that she’s done,
along with her music and even t-shirts, leggings, sweaters, mug cups, etc..etc.

Marina Kanavaki Website link:

http://marinakanavaki.com/