Dissentient. (Weekly Challenge July 5)

Weekly Challenge:
July 5 Alliteration (Assonance)
Write a poem in which all the words in each line begin with the same letter.

I initiated its immeasurable impositions, independently…
shiny-sheened smokescreens settling, slowly spreading…
for faded fractal figures, fastidiously fermented figments…
tediously tethered to the tyrant’s terrain…
drowning dread deeply, drained down dissentient…
laughing loudly, layered like Life loves Lady Liberty…
again and again, another atrocity’s appearance assaults…
bygone be bygone, beautiful blonde burden burn brightly.

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Envy Not

Mocking Bird Down

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Do not be so quick to envy
my sharp tongue and my
fearless hands.
Destroying the smile
of another with intent,
is my own crippling band;
that chokes me. Bruises me.
Not because of guilt, and not because of
shame. But because it leaves me
bitter and abandoned in the
hollows of my veins.
Destruction is a opiate, for
the anger that resides.
The gnarly twisted cruelty
that hides behind green eyes.
I am no advocate for the weak.
Nor am I inspired by the meek,
But I am;
by definition –
the kiss on your demon’s cheek.

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Suffer.

She will,
only become,
aware of,
the severity,
in the things,
that she,
has insistently,
gone and done,
when she admits,
to the obvious shifts,
in the gazes of,
the Almighty Ones;
she will,
finally be outdone,
deep inside of,
the smoking barrel,
of a black market gun,
will she submit,
to the things,
that she’s let,
grow into beasts?
Or will,
the darkness,
finally,
swallow her,
in totality,
just to make,
itself regurgitate,
her existence,
repeatedly;
the day will come,
undoubtedly,
a day that makes,
today seem sweet,
like times of joy,
full of ease,
gobble them,
swallow them,
get down,
on your knees,
a day will come,
that defines suffering.

Weekly Challenge May4 – Duets – “Hell’s Hand Satchels”

Written by Mockingbird Down and Americana Injustica

“Why do we sit at this table, my Friend?
in the back of the bar behind the pirate’s curtain,
I believe that we somehow have each been,
on separate paths to the same trouble, again;
these kinds of places mean only one thing,
the scars on our faces are rather telling,
now let’s drink and divulge in our comradery,
but, why is it that your hands are trembling?”

“Don’t sip so fast, my dear. My hands only
tremble because of the quieted rage I have grabbing
at my chest. Can you see them, love?
The demons of the bastards and the whores as they
laugh and squeal in time to each others bleating?
I have brought us here, for clear and precise reasons,
and your scars will only serve you well by the time
the reckoning has begun. It is a very beautiful night.”

“Aye – you’re right; what a perfected, star-filled sky,
epochs in time, they still shine – a shrine to you and I,
a luminary mapping of the vengeance in your eyes,
a twinkling mirror image of the bastards that must die;
Now sit back and let your chains down, my friend,
indulge in the strength of our unity, once again,
we both know how it goes: it’s us against them,
in an infinite war for the Hell that we find comfort in.”

“You speak truth. I have grown weary of these chains
and the weight they add to my steps. My shoulders have
become accustomed to carrying burden of injustice; Hell’s
hand satchels; filled with the names of the hunted horsemen
who failed to do what we must do. But – I share this load with you;
my kin both in the infected shadows, and in the guileful light.
Intoxication it is, my friend, both of the mind and of the body.
Tonight we watch the stars unfold, and light the way for morning.”

Fucking Marrocans

The fucking Moroccans…
I did have to show my game and better my spade
don´t  like to do it,
and I have no one to blame for that game
than me,
put  me or i should say……
put myself  in those kind of situations where they think they can take advantage of  me
they are hawks,
and at one moment in my life hawks no shit,
I was a fucking wolf
I did love th HK 36 seemed it had a one 5.56(bullet)  so that was that
don`t need to hear your insults unless you want me to really go nuts
fucking useless , funny thing, he did get the shit out of there
pretty scare I suppose, worst part…mom heard the word
and that will be
for me a scare.

Fucking Moroccan then fuck you, already killed in that country,
don´t fuck withme in my own country.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

Week of May 1st Beasts of Articulation Interactive Challenge – “Duets”.

Week of May 1st Beasts of Articulation Interactive Challenge – “Duets”
For the upcoming week, Beats of Articulation will be posting duets written by members with a Poe-esque feel to them. Look out for them in the week ahead – they will titled accordingly! Thanks for reading and we hope you enjoy them! ❤

Final Infinity.

Poem Inspired by Above Image, Contributed by a Fellow Beast for This Challenge.

Poem Inspired by Above Image, Contributed by a Fellow Beast for This Challenge.

Finality
Death Song
Ending, Undertaking, Closing
Departure, Darkening, Rebirth, Anew
Replenishing, Reviving, Awakening
Endless Possibility
Infinite