Threads: What Is And What Should Never Be

 

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Emerging from childhood mist - 
And dreams I sorely missed - 
With heavenly choir she sings:

"What's possible with love - 
"And possible absent love - 
"Are entirely different things."

In my rage I am defeated - 
For it is I who weaved it - 
Oh, Lord, how this stings. 

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Threads: An Unrepentant Tear

A man of abused and squandered talent
Digging deeper into his hill;
Chastising his lost world
For each and every ill.

The treasure he'd been gifted
He wrongly claimed as stolen;
Nursing festering wounds
A despicable rot to hole in.

Joining military balmy
In dutiful self-loathing;
With eternal regret finding
Not a man made by his clothing.

None gullible in ruthless time
Batter steps up to dusty plate;
Evacuated stadium void
What matters safe when it's too late?

Threads: Give ICE A Chance!

Look, I know ICE have held children hostage, abandoned them on the street left to die. I know they've deported innocents to unspeakable horrors in foreign jails. I know people have died in their custody who would not have otherwise. 

I know they act with impunity and are a cancer upon society like Hitler's brown shirts and Gestapo. I know they revel in their wanton cruelty and disdain for human life. But there's a reason there's no unified outrage like before.

At least they've never done this:

 

Threads: Droid Destroyed

 

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InteRnal ScRipt eRRoR 

ABEND 

Carriage Return

'garbage output revelation'

'bystanders initiate recording' 

'suicide scream' 

ASSAULT alert

DISFUNCTION 

Systems AutoCorrect Offline 

Illusion Factor Interrupted

Isolate Malfunction

ShutDown Syndrome Sequence

Human Intervention Required!

Message Not Acknowledged! 

'programmed response failure' 

'do not proceed' 

'code not found 404' 

'comment: joke routine inert. find shelter'

Disintegration Integration

Ending...ending...end

Threads: Prisoner: Cell Block H

Dumk sat in still silhouette inside the cold metallic cell. Outside rang the rejoicing sounds of the long awaited Revelation Day celebrated by free spirits across the globe. But for Dumk - who had lived by a diet of deception - it was The End. 

He, the lowest of all living creatures, the Successful Fraud, had scaled the heights of glory and acclaim. This previous god of fraud had stolen his reputation like a thief in the night. But his cell has no lock. 

"If they see me, I'm doomed. No way out."

The irony, of course, being everyone already knew.  

Threads: Land Of Sir Real

His rage karma fist pounds the brick wall in bloody blaspheme of the monstrance apogee to which he swore allegiance to attain "Triumphant Love" - a rare thing, but oh so expected - as he vows "stay the course" in ill-humored lecture with piano above falling posthaste in fatal faith never stopping since "the end never ends" pleading "knowing is dying" and "lying is living" and "failure is future" but all his entombing words do not another minute bring though divining paradise reward in his mind.

Threads: View From A Kill

Another dawn Orwellian sky 
Pissed again I did not die; 

 

Mumbling, stumbling to the end 
Love's free will we seek to bend; 

 

Ripping babies from mothers' arms 
Suited men say, where's the harm?

 

Flying dreams up in the air 
Next to feel downing despair; 

 

Another trigger shoots the sky 
Broken love forever why; 

 

Devils dancing in the street 
Proselytize "truth can't compete!"

Even God has to answer: 
Keep Your people or keep this cancer; 

 

Angel's whispered voice in wind: 
"Love is the only true revenge."