All of your Actions

I am alive with an air
That bureaucracy cannot instill
A tumbling yet precise emotion
Filed away by apparent human nature
That when examined bursts its stiches
An everchanging truth to absurd rationalization

There is an eagerness I consume
With movements that while seeming rapid
Flow with grace from an altered state
Of mind, of body; for that is what is:
A spatial occupation, by itself defined.

Or if lacking definition applies to me,
Then I accept it, for character flows as the seas.
Yet if someplace or one calls for stagnant nature
Vivacity, calm it may be, ascribes difference to each nurture.

To a pairing of three, or four or five or six
There exudes priceless mitigation of the rest.
For three through six, it is just as if they do not exist.

But for those riding on that plane of multitudes,
Solitude is no answer, the answer will find you!

Sift through the stockpiles, the homeless and battered!

Explore every cavern of disturbed social madness;
Delve through the patterns of sorrowful lenses!

A sweet sound release will accompany the thought
And the courage to stand for the masses
Is inherent now, in all of your actions.

New generations now call out old mantras
Theories now captured in video speech and camera.
To oppose inequality, oppression, extortion!
This is the call, to all a great slogan.

With precision impressive among such great numbers
Figureheads removed, the sources lay open
For the grace and the fury of eager anarchists
Combines with the quickness of every single action.
And from slums and from schools, awakened we stand.

Alive with an air never before imagined,
I see myself among the thousands and millions;
Cohesion in numbers, unity in every whole.
Fluctuating, yes, but finally there is realization
Of destiny manifested, only now pure and worldwide.
And here is established what always underlaid the few:

Alone is the thought; in number, revolution.

Deep stuff, mayne

Epileptic fractures of elongated lines
Project themselves as rupturing elements
Outside of the inner workings of my eardrums.
Just as seizures wrack my stretched out fingers
And the extraordinary touch of a beatles' vibration
sift through, it is sinking sand in my mortal hourglass.

A sense of senses unaware of another machine
Of another, Another falling, unyielding beast
Living, yet not breathing in the toxic, recycled air.
Between using a limited, plausibly infinite number of courses
To extract excavations of material, and then abusing it,
There is an upper layer, creating a vast poligamy of corporation.

Among the many, voices occasionally spit out touches
Of human emotion, couples with mechanical rations,
Explaining and comparing everything, everyone among their ranks.
And here is created a dismissive action, upon the attack
Recedes to conceal its identity, the scab left unbleeding
And above all the others lay the true bleeding betrayers.

A flashing creation of astronomical proportion
There is nothing to see, and my arms do not tingle
and I am alone among the millions.
Brightly lit, a facade hiding what holds realistic truth
A dark companion to a fictitious originator
Here, I gain my true knowledge.

And I realize some fact
May be recorded under false pretense
But above all else, there is residing
and creating a finally controlled system
I know who is here. And it is myself.
Alone is alone. Myself is the whole.

Welp.

Thanks Sam for reminding me to post.

To think that the thriving torrents thrown through
my mind meaninglessly mince (microscopically)
existentialist examples effacing elements
of obsolete, organic orifices, only ordering
abstract absurdities against an allowance
for flippantly fragrant fallacies.

Dipping, diving, destroying delicacies
so serene, should stoppage start, silently?

Weeping while walking; whistling while wondering

Gregariously griping, gorging gourmet grabs.

Nervous narcissistic narcoleptics never
reason, rather relate rhythmically
various vendettas (very virtuous villain
knowingly kniving kneads
into ironically inserted isosceles
quadrants). Query? Quixotic
behavior berates beneath brevity
harmless, hell, how holy heat
leaves leaving leaves, lesser like
you young yellow yawns.

People purposefully perpetrate purposeless
crimes, capital (cannot come crossed) commands.

Underlying underlings understand
xenophobes, Xanadu, xytomy,
juxtaposed jurisdictually, joining
zoned, zoning, zoned zebras.

Against blackened cries, deeply enveloped,
frothing gurgles, hellbent, I join
knowingly, learned, manifested nearly openly,
pores quivering rather strangely, though
universally very wary (xenomorphicly), you
zealot!