SCHOLASTIC NOUBT Lack of a Zero (Philosophy Parvenus)

I'm not a Believer but a Doubter.
Which is Why I submit to Scholastics.
I cannot Get Over the Sacrifice.
I want to Disprove it, I want to Hack. 
For my Tribes are Immortal Too, a Fact.
I needed nothing from a School what it Lacks. 
But wading in the Pools of the Conscious
Observing the Disputations and Codes
Mastering eavh and every One of Em.

Forsook Reason, Truth, and Philosophy.
As Though Nothing is ENough 2be Disproved
Still Fallacy Adored and Vanity Groans
TO sate a Bear you must cut its Heart Out.
Not leave them partially Able to Doubt.

Beauty Had Gone & Reappeared

Where Beauty had Gone & Reappeared

Where did between two Pools of Vision

Absorb the Meaning of a Prophecy

And holding onto the Breath of a Dream

Perfumes with the Dews of a Memory

That a World Made of its Materials

Grew Open and with the Seasons of Love

Innocence, a Doe-Eyed Fugitive,

Resurfaces in Me as a Source of Verse

Honor Stold from The Thief what had been Lost

Casta-Away, Forsaken, Misunderstood,

Yet ultimately was Vindicated

While its Wealth was Felt Everywhere at Once

Its Never-Ending Cup Over Runneth

PAZOCAUST

1. 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.

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2. I 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

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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.

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.