The Durge of Alurista C/S
A friend, a poet calls me Aquaria.
Much of what he says has a truth to it
Speaking his words eat my ear with their tongue.
"You love Humanity but hate humans."
I examined myself for this penchant,
I tried to prove it wasn't true I tried
Yet I failed at altruism worse
What I attempted was pointless as well.
It made no difference at all either.
It is pointless to seek my redemption.
Alu--I agree with you completely
I only differ in the difference.
I hate humanity and humans both.
Neither one of them are worthy of Love.
I decided I would not perish for War.
If I want peace in the world start with me.
I soon saw the vengeance of the Crisis.
Its Big and Mucky Ocean of Violence.
I grew suddenly grateful I am Lonely.
I only need cross through my Dreams Alive.
Cover the Underworld rapid as Verse
Carry across wind in the Hickory
Sing with Sweet Joys the Passing Albatross,
The song of the Owl no longer Allures.
Peace would succumb no matter what it Lost.
That it was Betrayed, Humililated
Its Seeking of Justice is a Malice.
For Pain is a Treasure of Knowledge Gained.
HOT VERSE WITH RAIN
Commies Fear Cappies and Yappies Fear Commas.
They have practically nothing of Virile Youth!
THey grew Older than Time even Stood, Droughts,
I misunderstand I'm confused by Love.
It speaks with an Answer without Reply.
Anxiously it Huddles a Mad Secret
Duplicitous Humanitarians
Out for a Ride off the End of Slut Shames.
If I am a Whore then let it be Shouted.
Unknown hilarious to a Forest
The Clouds are grimacing with Pulchritude.
Their Beauty Immensely Foreholds the Rain.
While younger in the Gutters o Violence.
The Crooked Tame without Peaceful Friendships.
I commit Hit Jobs in Favor of Love.
unlike government provocateur Sin.
I commit crimes of Pride ' s Virtues
Of Peace and Love's Mayhem i am balanced.
I have seen that Vanity Seeks Failure
Prayed at the Touches of Milliseconds
Rise without incident grow in remorse
To seek Peace of Any Soul or Heart.
I carry Flowers of pleasing Ideals
Observe the Passage of Misted Mountains.
And Each Bloom u Selected perfumed
It brought from its Origin foresence.
follow the spirit of the Law of the Letters
No man has ever conquered what I have
If it hasn't conquered itself first
Sound is a participle Hour.
What it needs is Everything Condensed
The passing of Times bitterly Sweet.
And of Beauty Censored and Bound by Blame
greater times with Marti I have Reeped.
I have seen without Seeing an Ocean
A watershed hangs from a Sterling Cloud.
Imprisoned in an Hour Glass it floats.
Hardened with Softening Resolve.
Without Itself Civilization Steers
As Ultimate Destruction Veers and Thrives
When people in LA attack me as a writer.
When cities beat up on small townships.
I stand up as tall as a mountain lion .
I say "I will be innocent the same."
BTW I am not a Poet, Stop.
I am a Dictionary sputting sounds.
Nothing that I say is Original.
2.
I tried Tell you thiss You know that I Did.
The Thatness is not Real as you ARE.
Your Beauty is Legend your Name Glory.
For you are A Hometown sweeter than ANy.
While in the Means Streets it Howls a Grief,
For The Selling of Life for Cheap Money
The excuses, apologies, and demands.
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