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.

Perish Not!

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.

Perish For War

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.

SERVILITY TO DUTY

Oh for the servility of leaders.

It's deer struck eyes in the public mirror

its indiscretion and coded language

bought to a decimal point it is a score

there is no one to drive the car at once

it lost its indecision to disease

the lack of explanation or reason

the eradication and thatness again

it returns with a vengeance it scours

it lays out the lambs for the slaughter course

improbable, cursed, forsaken and course

the antidote of abhorrent false steps

antinomy of duty and honor

the servility again of leaders.

ETERNAL TEN of 14

If you follow what happens 1 through 10.

You do nothing but that for a decade.

Write in pentameter speak that way

Nothing anybody says can contend.

For 10 times Love is better than None.

Even a flower petal has Bobbins.

That Thread upon become a Craft's Design.

Without William Shakespeare what would England

Know about Love but that Love is a Truth.

I full realization of Love's Power.

Can be counted by the Ten Commandments.

Or they can be Sinned Against Forgiven.

But back to the Tens and to Love's Sonnets.

They have Not nor Never Will they Finish.

Crime and Punishment. The Misuse of Marx's Misuse

First you cannot cross Marx with Mao, OMG>

I don't even read History yet Know.

Sputter sputter stammer the colorless King.

He says, "God is Dead," then takes his Cover.

As if a Man could be Moral Alone.

Then there are the Marxists who scribe Better?

The ones who Read Marx and spare us, Treasure!

I'd rather read Plato's Octavio Paz

Than spend another eternity in Chaos.

For such Philosophers who can't Love

Nor could ever get any Action

That didn't run games for my Oppressors.

It's one Thing to Make up Poetic Verse

To admit that it's all made of Nonsense

Than to Sit on a Mighty Dead Stalion.

Beating it Beating it like the Russians

In Doestoevsky's greates Masterpiece

IGNORAMUS BLISS

Figuring Ignorant Bliss. A Bot Cop

who was once a Man had projected THAT.

Some Farbitrary Allesorry Wack.

Like children learn best by Mental Torture.

Business is Classier than Classwar True.

The Avarice and the Corrpution Pay.

For nothing Metrical should dominate.

Meter is the absense of Present Time.

It is the average of everything twice.

Not 1 you Knuckle Head Innumerate.

Counting your toes to the Afterworldage.

When nothing of a Name was a Purchase.

But the Soul tends to Predominating

Of Ratios of Afterword Alibis.

You are no More Human than a Hard Drive?