The Imbalance of Power

Efficiency is an enemy of redundancy which's why there's a discrepancy between superior and popular decisions. For every rethought belief which can correct errors requires idle time. If it's made up, why change your mind?

Butthurt over Viral Buzzwords

Whelps quelch out sins: "u mad bro"s and "epic win"s.
I really hope you don't do this.
If you don't speak like my peers, you don't know shit about english.

Bright Sky Blues

Seasonal woe is a foe that comes and goes.
Perennial lament is a resident.
Grief is sent away so cheer may stay here.
Troubles pass and joy lasts.

Inert

Pink pearls are pulled on far shores next to shining sand-embedded shells.
Tides tug and rub with sand.
Bubbles popping on waves' lips shift through wet sediment.
Patterns are multitudinous and complex beyond recognition.
Patterns're firm as cement.

Cintare

Lights display in the night's skies.
Orbs overhead form mysteries from the gilt-framed fragments bedded in mass conscience.
Military? Alien? Wind causes clouds to stray but the luminaries never sway; they stay
in formation.
For many evenings after it had begun the portent of unknown import hung in the thin cold home of dark matter.
Then they were gone.

Scheduling Depicts

Immense meteors soar over Earth.
Plagues prey a sneeze's reach away from infirm seniors and vulnerable newborns.
An old van slowly circles outside streetlamps' impotent warding light, purring, nearer a bleary-eyed babe, drink-blushed, curled in a friend's parent's car.
Mere hours buffer retreating scrappy killers and army-bred Americans.
A warning word, a gut feeling, instinct reeling, senses shouting, a moment's doubt, and the divides of Chance&Luck space death and lifetimes.

Slouches Publicize Private Wounds

I hide beneath tattoos.
You embarrass me publicly, "get in the car".
The blues are a bruise.
"Why're your nails black?"
Depression's a scar.
I dress like a thief to be as seen as a star.
I mar my face with metal cleaner than my clogged pores.
Vampiric, I lick to taste the iron bolted through my tongue.
I could dress any way but you only think of your young son to worry if he's gay.
Awkward as they may be, at concerts I find my we.

Ineluctable

Green cornfed lake,
clouds arrayed around their sunny lord,
bitably ripe and designated red,
hissing subterranean flame-spring,
useless incomplete assembly.

Possessing

Your degree of ownership is determined by your ability (directly or through proxies) to cause harm.

Then Exploding

two burgers, two brats
two shots, two beers
with dear friends
under fireworks,
alighting in the night like spaceships heading for the stars.

Not Even Krunk

He told me he hit a rough patch, covering a path so weathered it stretched like bubblegum, all the sweetness chewed out. He continued and said above a flatland wider than middle America was a visage which contorted horribly the happier it was made to be. The only detail of his story I wanted to know, was why?

Water, Barley, Hops, Yeast

Oh Man! We eat German wheat grain beer because it beats any other brew you bothered to grow.

Pre

Bark-coated limbs in airy sky rack up the leaves teased by playful zephyr fingers. Then naked bunches of branches bend their ends to the white-frosted firmament.
Kids are unchained slave gangs gathered in desk grids.
Later they're decked in debt, diploma-loaded and cap-equipped.
Trembles, rumbles, shaking ground, the planet's plates scrape randomly.
Magma climbs to the max: a lava climate is ash.

Score/ned

Quiet, guarded, disconnected, churning out words from batteries of auto-chatter tracks.
Boredom: freeform frustration, an aggravated assault on senses of salty incensed bitterness.

Despairity

I liked to think when a newer form, and now mourn, that words may arrange as formulas to bring about a chosen result.
All things being equal, the modification of any one thing, may affect any other thing, in any way.
Yet no assemblage of sounds is legible to existence as the reactants needed to conclude dunnest items to their occluded finish.

Midlife

A life at parity with tragedy
ends on a ragged edge.
If a life's uplifting
it floats above grit from birth.

One out the Chamber

got a crick in my neck
my own body gives me no respect

Turkey-Tired

I'm thankful for forgetfulness.

Triumvirate of Couplets

Free is man from man when a fellow exerts no influence
and we are bound friend to enemy by social dependence.
A man doesn't think upon the ending of his days
but only attempts continuing his well-trod ways.
A lot of folks would have to die to make the world a better place,
but after they're dead and buried they'd only be replaced.

Pretentious

Howabout a riddle?
What does every man have
and every lion need?
-or-
What do you need to get
similar to what a camera makes things?
-or-
What are you already that I won't tell
you the answer until you are?