An Aggregated Autobiography

Idiosyncratic ideologies,
sputtering worded monuments,
taxed on comparison between rated epilogues;
a failure to commit closure to memory,
while opening pen-sword'ed cognitive injuries;
once stitched to shorten gaps
between subjective generations:
polarized zealotry!

Struggling scratches of an aggregated autobiography;
placing consequence into every opposable thumb,
an accountability to keep record
of persistent perseverance
through finalized actualization;
while repairing vandalized consciousnesses,
and turning away from destructive pathways,
faced forward with
Zion-izing Rays;
Weaponized Mockery no more.











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Deferential Consignment

A semi-fictitious example of discordant arraignment; metered arguments piling on electric-chaise billing periods; the signature required for an apperceptive signal to proceed.  A timely executable filed under yesterday's regrets, pinned to self-magnify in future jurisdictions; progressively going onward until circuits are disintegrated from the strain.

An obscure motion mingles with the dissonance; a voice clamoring for subjective absolution, and a retreat from ineffectual offensives.  Punctured by concentrated brilliance, the proud zeppelin begins to collapse, and strange relief fills its doomed captain.  A lifetime of struggle reconciled to watery immersion.

Rematerializing in incognito, the shift gradually evolves vociferous lunacy to reticent conservation; accepting Nature's timetable for seasons' transitions;  then a gradual preparation, for the silent migration from a failing urban ecosystem to desert pilgrimages; a sonic mass-expedition to find Arcadia in the wilderness.



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Chemical Enervation

Time dilation in your telescopic eyes, a meeting of ids flowing into irreversible continuity;  A descending order of madness, classified and catalogued within lessening degrees of severity.  The breaking of the wave cannot be reassembled in its original configuration, and the next is already in queue. 

You and I have never met, yet I recognize the pattern and presence of an intruder in my subconscious narrative; the twining thoughts, tied in knots, from a spatial distance.  In guessing at the outcome of personal probabilities, this will always be the case, and physical interaction will remain an impossibility.

The motivation for pushing with pens or straining musculature is lacking in the fundamental core.   An ambition to increase in material abundance is usually the dividing nature of the majority of frequented one on one scenarios; my chemical enervation being the defining attribute, coupled with acclimation to the unrestrained access of whimsical behavior.

A multifarious connoisseur with a perceptive compass, navigating waking life as it expedites its ultimate completion.  Observing the anthropomorphic patterns in the entropy.



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Ferrously Scraped Tableaux

Weakness refracted,
totalitarian subsidies,
ferrously scraped tableaux,
all cropped and scissored
with ambivalently sorted stacks
given rise to fumigated impurities;
monopolized for fragmentation
in derisive derivative laughter.

A motion to stillness,
contemplative synchronicity
musically enhanced to excise
jugular-pumping signals
giving the go for nervous breakdown.




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Terminal Conclusion

Hemispherical pain in twin signals, lacerated fatigue gravitating towards the floor,
and hemorrhaging disposition staining flowing textiles.  A chaotic radiation of interpreted writ upon sandstone barges, flowing across sandy waves of silicate striations.  Transposed divination buried under mountainous piles of human carcasses; a return to the genesis of the mortal condition; ghostly structures donning tight-knit fleshy patterns.  The exigent id pressing fossilized felonious indiscretions closer to the boiling surface; the tension magnified to feverous introspection, consciousness collapsing into cavernous tombs of memory, and once stalwart oppositions flee for the most shadowy recesses of dimensional domain.  Routed, the antipathy dissipates as darkness is dispersed, and the heat of the Sun consumes all that is and was.



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Tastily Sounds

Bleed'ened out with paper'lessoned cuts; symphonic
defined drips flesh out lines and spots, on sheets
fed into player-pianos.  Tastily sounds bring
speechcrafted wares, traded over wireless pathways,
foggy currencies for timed muscle tensity.  And
what's snappening?  Bobble-headed wraiths nodding
consent to a greenified decampment; migration to
more verdant shores.



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Protean Sources

Seeping betwixt ichor and the
thoughts divine, sprouted from
the ground divided asunder by
the sword; cleaved in twain for
the mirrored thoughts of free
agency; on one hand, to lead
this way, and for the other,
some other direction.

Bleached transgression, the
function of celestial sine waves;
to blot out weaknesses in the
individual strain... the endless
spoken words giving the means to
escape desolate isolation; cubicle
confinement, screens spouting
piercing needles to entrap and
restrain with strong cords.

Birthed from light, the human
condition is tested by reptile
magma.  Protean sources, the font
of polluted axioms, all determined
to disfigure and disable each biped
listener.  The flat world summarily
rounded and fattened up, connects
continental divides; souls twine
across unfathomable depths,
increasing the speed of the global
transformation.

With time winding down, as age
closes in, generations are forged
in decay leading to a climax of
humanly towers; shattered once, yet
now reforged.

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Heavy in Your Harms

Twice-built, ejected beyond atmospheres;
returning cosmic signals provenly
portable to voice box screens, tuned to
luminescent frequency.

Another day lapse in metabolic memory;
thickened membranes, colliding in
joust-ousted popcorn lung fumigation,
exchanging a brief word between cold
shoulders... a silence to soon return.

A falsified report of wellbeing, weaving
about between the legs of giants,
catching skyscraper secrets carelessly
tossed out magnated spherical windows.
Leeching sustenance on the fringes of major
social waterholes; barely passable for
the registered shareware stimulation of
sensory inputs.

A freebase of obscure whispering; easy
enough to obtain, but a hard path when
leading to deniable actions.  It's hard to
keep clean with the rising spill, a
veritable modern-day flood; snuffing out
the breath between plunges, either by
pushing or pulling to stay afloat.


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Lonelier Humanities

Pushing heavy endurance
siphoning sleepy semblances of energy;
the days flow with epitaphs of stone
quarried deeper within lonelier humanities;
their ghostly grasping at meaningful looks,
glances even...
Finding too many disembodied voices
stripped of bloodied warmth.
Some waiting in cellular-lacking chambers,
anticipating emancipating visitation.

The length of the sentences spoken,
with written tomes to follow
constrained struggles to shatter shackles,
so easily installed.

Morning voices wakening somnolent sympathies,
card-drawn soothsaying pressures
imparting barometric personality lifts;
bringing the lie-still attitude
into a dismantlement.

Past the prime viewing window,
not every road leads to dimming horizons,
and waning readership.




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Of Hearts in Attack

Freezing blue cardiac-arresting scares,
the flip'sided street marathon undertoning
running ripp'd paper rivers,
wandering their words with wound'rous power.

My pupil, deflected and dejected,
turn ye then thee thou'sand dressings of injurious sea-tines;
Pealing resonant gauze over burstingly bloody drums,
tuned with taut snares meant for the
preying inhabitants of peopled principalities.

Of coursing through pathways,
neurologic impulses intrepidly
winning relayed deliverances, on into
yesterday's endings;
giving credited distinction
to second-placing 'tickers'.





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A Disquieting Impetus

Televisual on-looking eyes and
fractured smiles
pressuring bubbly hallucinations of grandeur
into sobering realization...
a disquieting impetus
to descend,
with haste from the rostrum;
and find more familiar spheres.





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Disunited Inharmoniously

Disunited inharmoniously,
yet another gap in humanly circles;
revolving outwardly with meteoric wavelengths.
Sighs of maddening regret,
gaining in barometric pressures,
moving fronts of turbulent swells.
Fissures in the playing fields,
polished surfaces,
once wealthy in standing room,
now host jagged peaks and unfathomable depths.

Is it any consolation
that time contains the means
of undoing such disrepair?





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Trust Funds of Mundane Nightmare

I climbed your verbose tongue...
voided of public sight,
by translating tertiary tenements;
Meanings, vacated of reason,
put to streets in solid residues,
seeping into phenomena of parlance,
and losing droplets of individuality
into subconscious groundwater.

The rising tidal shift
of my involuntary responses,
to this external stimuli, liquidated
the productive interpretation
of lifelong dreams,
into hungry trust funds
of mundane nightmare.

Yet still spoke you on;
threshing ideas into the wind,
and kept the grains of epiphanies
hidden from view,
to deprive the thievely stares
of populous generations;
that they might not swallow you whole.

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A Hunter's Mane Embering Away

Illumination of the prowess,
a hunter's mane embering away
in the winds of change.
Olfactory industrialization,
and the feeling will never subside.
Trading furry coats
for tweed suits;
let a phase and an age pass,
and return to furry coats.

Musically entrenched in Id-Media
Subconsciously dreaming of physical connections
in a puzzled dance between lines;
And forcefully magicked tricks
cannot ensorcell my heart any more.

And so I wait,
with bated breath,
for a moment hanging on the precipice of a thread;
tied to the infrastructure;
of a personality less-defined,
roughly refined,
and purposefully bent on one thought.

Turning, turning,
turntables bussed of empty glasses,
condensations of conversations,
wiped down with pleasured grins.
I'll remember this forever,
the stretching, fraying
gasping breaths for the fragrance
of a lovelier time;
where nothing seemed impossible.

I know there's nothing left to do,
but let the ether tether my hopes
to its gyrating fate-weaving bones.
Yet smiles return to faces devoid of affection,
a sly mask hiding terms of conditioning,
I still believe in magic,
that glance between thoughts,
irises locked for brief unquantifiable moments,
where the connection was made,
and sealed in stone.

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Fixed This Stare

On, unweighted shoulders,
off, briskly distracting,
Burning fever for fractional display
A lever lifting up the brow
of this visual ship;
A part of my inner psyche,
I turned my eye towards you;
and fixed this stare,
repaired of so many flawed thoughts;
I dream of your beginning flowing rhythms.


[21:43|02.1.016] ©c.thomas.carter