Trey Scott Wharton

2016-03-24 12:00 am

Sound.
Light.
Vibration. 
Energy. 
Symbol.
Letter.
Word.
Sentence.
Paragraph.
Writing.
Lyric.
Song.
Dance.
Therapeutic.
Healing.
Perception.
Transparency.
Emotion.
Existential.
Esoteric.
Darkness.
Light.
Duality.
Mirror.
Truth.
Art.
Life.
Death.
Fear.
Love.

Awareness is vital.
Knowledge is power.
Art is life.

I am a part time self sustained independent investigative journalist. I am also a writer and I like to put my ideas into poetry and art. My focus areas: to analyze, measure and expose corruption, manipulation, exploitation and extortion within corporations, governments and religion structures. I love my job. =D ♡☆

So. . .in Star Wars. . .do you ONLY blame the evil emperor, or do you acknowledge the Storm Troopers part in the atrocities too? Now compare that to real life. The Empire HAS NO POWER if there's no Troops to follow the evil orders of the War Mongering Elite Banksters.

So let me get this straight. You think it's bad for our taxes, money, and time going towards free and proper education, free food, free health-care,  free energy, and housing to our own nation, but you're perfectly fine with a fake Federal Reserve ponzi scheme bank that's a private owned mafia organization driving us into debt slaves, and funneling our money into Isreal and going to war with almost every country that's not us to steal their land, gold, oil, and drug reserves?

And if we say we should spend our money on us and Peace, you pull out the bullshit card and call us slackers and that we have to earn and slave for our shelter, food, health, and energy. Sometimes, you have to stop being politically correct, stop being nice, stand up and say fuck you and your war mongering, and your stupid.

Quit excusing people's actions. Your patriotism is a joke. You blindly follow the lies of the Elite, and don't even research what the industrial Military Complex does with your taxes. And your blind patriotism supports the canon fodder churning out of young men to die early at commands of rich old men lusting for power. The whole entire system needs uprooted to follow the path of Peace.

☆It's time for the end of the Rothschild-Rockefeller Empire, the Federal Reserve, and for Israel debt.☆

The United States government and it's military IS the terrorists. Let me say it again, with no sugar coating. . .ahem. . .THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AND IT'S MILITARY IS IN FACT THE LARGEST MOST CORRUPT TERRORIST ORGANIZATION ON PLANET EARTH.

I am a pacifist and I will NEVER support war, mass murder, genocide, and institutionalized indoctrinated violence. I do very much respect our MISLEAD fallen troops, but I do not support our corrupt terrorist military. "Just following my orders" No, follow your heart. Support for the constitution of the United States includes looking out for enemies and threats both foreign and domestic, such as the terrorist cells within Washington DC, known as the Legislative Judicial, and Executive branches that prostitute war and indoctrinated institutionalized violence.

I fight for Peace for all Nations and I will settle for nothing less. These wars are NOT for freedom. They are attacks on other countries, while they defend themselves. They are conducted for the bankers, the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers, for the Federal Reserve, the CFR, the IMF, for Israel debt, for Wall Street. For those leaders who profit from war and do not fight the battles themselves. For the evil greed of rich men behind the curtain and racket of war. For those who want to secure and dominate other countries oil drugs gold and resources.

Politicians are puppets for the banksters and they won't change the game. Don't vote for those who stand for this. Send a clear message. Watch their actions, not their words, and see where their loyalty belongs to. Have them discuss the following: The Monetary System, The Federal Reserve, Fractional Banking, Rothschilds, Rockefellers, Bilderburg, Debt Slaves, Voluntary Servitude, the 14th amendment, The Basic Income platform, The Venus Project, International Monetary Fund (IMF), Council of Foreign Relations (CFR), and The Bank for International Settlements (BIS). I would love to watch them try to dance around these topics and try to distract you instead of actually addressing these issues.

Peace is attainable. You just have to want it extremely bad. You have to want it like you want the oxygen to breath. ♡ 

Be warned, I'm about to reach out and touch your soul and your mind.  Make sure it's lubricated. I have investigated. I look around the world and I'm exasperated. To be quite honest I'm nauseated. Countries and innocent citizens being annihilated. The money system becoming hyperinflated. Our water poisoned and fluorinated. Our food and air contaminated. Populations being dumbed down and heavily medicated. Our consent taken away in terms of being vaccinated.

Women and children murdered, abused, appallingly fornicated. Laws infringing on morals and becoming overregulated. How in the hell do you not feel violated? Tyranny, famine and genocide being tolerated, incorporated and indoctrinated. Ecosystems being destroyed and violated. Animals, any species other than human initiated from birth into the human's horror of slavery and mass genocide and a daily basis.

I see the injustice and I'm beyond aggravated. Even worse is our own government is behind many atrocities being generated! They decieve us and have us horrifyingly manipulated. This Truth is not false, it isn't hallucinated. Open your minds and you will see the Truth illuminated. This bullshit has me consistently frustrated. I've just gotten escalated, surely quite animated.

The world's views are backdated, segregated  and unnecessarily complicated. Our views on "wealth" has been sadly misappropriated. Why has the quest for peace been procrastinated and stagnated? Love and Peace has me fascinated. Mother Earth has me infatuated. Her Love has my mind wonderfully intoxicated. In any form, any medium, World Peace for all species needs communicated.

People need to be compassionated and realize we are all one, not disassociated and discriminated. We need to get coordinated. Our minds need stimulated. This hate in the world has got me suffocated. Our message of love will make the hateful disoriented. The Powers that be do not have me intimidated. Their hateful opposition has me delightfully invigorated. Our cry for humanity needs to be illustrated. 

Your expectations for me have been severely underestimated. You didn't realize the power of my voice, surely miscalculated. I speak out and stand up for what I see, and I've become alienated. I've become isolated. My focus in life has been alternated.

I'm liberated. Watch out, I'm opinionated. My mind is emancipated and sophisticated. I'm exuberated. I'm properly educated. My learning has become accelerated. My pineal gland is activated. My speech is articulated. My knowledge has accumulated and cultivated. My mind has just masterbated. My Truth is unadulterated. My Truth is authenticated and certificated. It cannot be debated, negated, nor be invalidated. My stance cannot be negotiated.

People's ignorance has me unequivocally irritated. We are all meant to be loved, every species, not dominated. You should have seen me coming, should have anticipated. You should have appreciated. I cannot be compared, duplicated, or assimilated. I've studied the world and I've become acculturated. Everyone, we need to unite, our bodies, minds, and souls detoxicated. Our momentum will not be deviated. Our drive towards peace has become obligated.

Powers that be want us depopulated. They want us fractionated, our minds distracted and fragmented. Powers that be want me and my voice incarcerated. And before long...I'll be nominated, legislated, after that inaugurated. Once I'm in office, war will be iradicated, violence eliminated. World Peace will be estimated, a new regime approximated. Tyranny deactivated. Hate evaporated. Black Ops secrets iradicated. I might be assassinated, but my message will live on, celebrated and circulated. The quest for peace has been reactivated. ♡

You speak in tongues.
Surreal.
I see through you.
The veil.
The curtain of forever.
Illusion.
Can it be truly so?
Disillusion.
I'm wide awake,
Only to see the dream.

I got the world on my shoulders
Troubles rolling like boulders
Throw dirt on me for mistakes
No love in these high stakes
I see through the games
Guilt flows and blames
Diamonds showering the mind
Physical dimensions buckle and bind
Truth distorted by distractions
The future preys on my actions
Delusions bring me to my knees
Pursuit of happiness in the breeze
Current rushing as I swim upstream
Merrily merrily life is but a dream.

The rabbit hole
Investigative mole
Tumble tumble
Society crumble
Fraud amuck
Now your stuck
Head full of doubt 
Fight to get out
Once was blind
Explore the mind
Examine the pain
Within cultural stain 
Authority a joke
Let's peace let's smoke

To be a good man lost
Swimming in a satanic sea
Devil's fire or devil's frost
What the hell do you want from me
Sitting here in contemplation
Dreaming of my reclamation
Change up style, I cry, I boast
Missing what I miss the most
Heart tucked safely behind my wall
Hold resistance so I don't fall
Stole my innocence from me jerk
To get it back I'll have to work
I see you, you sadistic fuck
Counting time, on the side of luck
You may hold me captive in your world
But my heart will shine unfurled.
I'll never join your dark side
The light follows me in my stride
I know your scared that I'll begin
For you know you'll never win.

Every night I go to bed
Horrors running through my head
Demons cheering like they've won
I wish at night I had someone
To wrap me up, hold me close
Stroke my hair, love me most
Whisper in my ear those sweet lies
Sing me those sweet lullabys 
Tell me everything will be alright
Help me get through one more night

I lay my head down to rest.
Hoping to escape you.
Nay, foolish fleeting hopes
You haunt me in my dreams.
I wake and you haunt me
Through my days.
Day and night
Yin and yang
Around and around we go.
You make me sad
You drive me mad.
Yay, I can never be rid of you.
But yet if I could
I would still never leave you
I chase my tail
I moan I wail
But I will always love you.

My heart sways 
My mind disobeys
You hold the latch key 
Suffering on one bended knee 
I try to tell myself to resist
Try to guide solely through the mist
That lonely road through jungle wild
You make me feel just like a child
Forever reaching for destination 
Into your arms or to damnation

A bond that cannot be broken
Cosmic love, words unspoken. 
Colors of magic and mystery
Your vision makes the tapestry. 
Cannot be duplicated nor compared
Your impact, my heart unprepared.
You know how to make light bend
Darkness forever on the mend.

Phantom Pain.
The thing that's missing
is the thing you feel the most.
Makes it hard to forget.
They say time heals all wounds.
It's not healing this broken heart.
Forever damaged.

The Ghost in the machine.
The phantom shadow.
The delectable game of hide and seek.
Peekaboo. I see you.
Search and find.
Finding answers
only to gain more questions.
Yin and yang. Round and round.
Dark and Light.
Esoteric and existential.
Flow like water
burn like fire.
Everything all at once
Balance and stumble.
Rise and fall.
The Game. The Dance.
All we have is the Dance.
Hold my hand.
Be my song.

As above So below
Reap what you sow
You are what you eat
Stop eating meat
Meat eating is the leading cause
Of your death, disease and flaws
Big Pharma and FDA
With your life you pay
They don't want you healthy
Than they wouldn't be wealthy
Stop believing their con game
Research it or yourself is to blame

Living the muggle 
Hustle and struggle
Got a fast track dream
Paddling life upstream
Reap what you sow 
As above so below
You are what you eat
Savages killing for meat
Humbled by the Truth
Clark Kent in my booth
Throw on the costume red cape 
The public will smear and rape
Your name because you dare
To rise above societies sick snare
Plants have protein and health
Public forgetting about true wealth
Sacrificing a heart for a taste bud
Squandering spirit growth in mud
Do you now see the term mudblood?
Humanity spewing genocidal flood.
Zoos are cages, Humanity's prison
Can't see it than you didn't listen
Can't handle hypocrisy so hide
In your butchery kitchen confide
With your fellow savages alore 
Bang my name against the floor
Healthy alternatives on the street
In this game I got you beat
Erect a wall and expect me to climb
Truth through rhythm and rhyme.

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"They poison the air
They poison the water
They poison vaccines
For our sons and daughters

Call it conspiracy
But it doesn’t phase me
Watch some world Star Hip Hop
And see if I’m crazy

Dumb upon dumb
The dumbing down worked
They can’t answer a question
But they know how to twerk

And before you think
That you’re any better
With your degree in hand
And pocket protector 

Answer this
You voting for left or the right
Illusion of choice
In a rigged fight 

Television for
Multiple personalities
One watches “News” 
The other “Reality”

Both have the same owners 
Both have the same writers
Both have the same purpose
To kill our desires 

Working our jobs
We are now so complacent
Photographing our food
Is now entertainment

We can’t afford thrills
We can’t even relax
Can you even clear your head
Without a Xanax 

Or Prozac or Ambien
Go down the list
Who gave us these issues
That Big Pharma can “fix”

They say harmful ingredients
In such small amounts
Can’t hurt anyone
But it’s paramount

69 doses
Of vaccines
Is what’s on schedule
By the time you’re 16

 Pharmaceutical Lobbyists
Are second to none
In the past 7 years
They spent $800 million

That’s chump change in investment return
Once you see
Cancer alone is a
$500 billion dollar a year industry

As I mentioned before
This is ONE of the ways
They’ve taken control
Of the people these days

We pay to be poisoned
I know that sounds nuts
Got a computer
Bill Gates thanks us

Watch “Innovating to Zero”
Gate’s Ted Talk stand
To reduce carbon emissions
A population control plan

In his own words
Here is the goal
“If we do a great job with
Vaccines, Health Care & Birth Control”

Look at the millions of dollars
He’s so generously given
To make geoengineering
A cure for emissions

Look up at the sky
Contrails, my ass
Gates talks about sun blocking
With sulfuric acid

That shit rains down
Into our water supply
Seeps into our crops
You can see the trees die

Maybe I’m crazy
Or maybe I’m not
But there’s things that I notice
That happen a lot

Like when important bills pass
It’s “sleight of hand” so you miss
Don’t look at that
Hey, look at this

On April 18th,
2013
CISPA passed
During the Boston Bombing 

During the scare of Ebola
The UN passed
What essentially is
A Global Patriot Act

You know, The Patriot Act, that excludes
Due process for the nation
And leaves extremist
Up to interpretation 

Which leads to things
Like TSA, Guantanamo Bay
And invasions of privacy
By the NSA

If you have nothing to hide
Why do you care about this
Because of the things that make you
A suspected terrorist

Owning a gun, or precious metals
Activism is too far
Or rocking a Ron Paul sticker
On the back of your car

The “Read The Bill Act”
Is proposed legislation
That requires Congress to read
Bills proposed for our nation

Are you kidding me
It’s not common sense
To actually READ the bills
Are you that fucking dense

Oh, get all offended
By the word I just used
You should be offended
By what’s in your food

Reading the labels
Of the food that we eat
Requires a linguist
To get a science degree

I can’t pronounce
Most of the words on the list
Let alone know
What the hell that it is

They don’t want to label
What’s GMO
But have no problem labeling
A race, religion or homo

Labels on people
To further divide
To make us forget
That we are divine 

I’m not a Socialist
But I am entitled
To my personal freedom
And to protecting my child

And I refuse to ask permission
Before I speak my mind
Like they teach the children in school
Before they form a line

Don’t get me started
On education
Our kids didn’t even make top 10
When comparing the nations

But we were #1
In defense spending
We’re the great war machine
And the war’s never ending

In all our high schools
They’re trying to recruit
The next generation
To strap on the boots

To protect our freedom
But we are right here
So why are they sending
All our kids over there

Bribing them
With free education
You’ll see the whole world
While you bomb all the nations

Protecting our freedom
Or oil interest again
Or use economic hitmen to establish
A Central Banking System

And when you come home
After war messed with your mind
You can live on the streets
And commit suicide

I mean no disrespect
To those who’ve laid down their life
For the love of the people
They paid the ultimate price

I’m just pissed off
At the lies that are told
By government puppets
To get wars sold

And as we’re on the verge
Of World War 3
It’s our DUTY
To question the powers that be

But by all means
Pledge your allegiance
To a corrupt government
Who stripped all our freedoms

With the world’s highest
Rate of incarceration
Making huge profits
For privately owned corporations

Contractual agreements
Are all in place
To keep the cells full
Of various inmates

Doesn’t even matter
If they’re violent or not
Then promote thru the media
That there’s a war on cops

So that upstanding citizens
Will then start to defend
Our men and women in blue
Who have swore to defend 

To “Protect and Serve” 
But that’s not the case at all
Supreme Court ruled their only duty
Is to uphold the law

So it’s not to serve the people
It’s to serve the state
That’s why there’s more cops writing tickets
Than investigating rapes

I hate ending on negativity
From all the above
Because that’s not who I am
I’m about peace and love

And if your perspective is different
That’s alright
I’m not trying to argue
I don’t want to fight

And I’m not trying
To change your stance
But please research
Cognitive dissonance

It’s a hard pill to swallow
At least it was for me
But once you get past it
It’s really quite freeing

And frustrating, and depressing
There’s ups and there’s downs
But I’m thankful I know
What I know now

Because now I can try
To help my kids
To change how things are
In this world that we live

If you don’t hurt others
Or infringe on their rights
I’ll defend your freedom
Till the day that I die

We don’t need rulers to govern
Because power corrupts
Just defend one another
And spread peace and love"

The Sophist

2016-03-14 12:00 am

A confection, black and round.
With sugar and gelatin.
Found in allsorts; the young child's delight.
Bound in or licorice filled.

To maintain the same shape,
See the molds are all pre-made.

Shine, wax of bees, and molasses,
Failing potassium,
High blood pressure and heart failures,
Can be found in some.

Chewy ropes made, flat and round.
Bound with gum arabic.
As the crowd swarms, by trucks in the light.
Absurd to stock it at will.

To maintain the same shape,
See the molds are all pre-made.

Shine, wax of bees, and molasses,
Effecting the young,
Low IQs and behaviors,
Green stools of your own.

Jack Scott

2016-02-20 12:00 am

Jack Scott

2016-02-14 12:00 am

Gord

2015-12-08 12:00 am

Chance choirs made from wolves,
Lance fire no longer, proper,
Atlas' wait, the world evolves,
Society decays and dissolves,
Great heroes fall to the gossiper,
Sitting improper, upon gossamer.
Intelligence to fall en mass,
The spider man, revered for candor,
Perspires to fight the fault finder.

The Sophist

2015-06-09 12:00 am

I have grown with the band,
When I couldn't sleep,
When I lack intrinsic wake.
When I watch them take the world;
I feel I do the same.
Symphony for a pilgrim's soul,
Divine beyond these finite words,
I dream to see them live.
That bond will never break.
Forget not,
Those tunes will never leave my brain,
Akashic records play forever;
Even in my grave,
I'll always love those men;
So much it's prolly gay.

Gord

2015-04-03 12:00 am

Voice 3:
Forgive and forget,
Tear and set,
Vie and vet, 
Live and let.
Yet, This I forgive?
I will not set my own bones,
I wish to ride stone to Set.
Ptolemaic as it may be,
I pray for death.


Voice 2:
I pray for rain,
Simple as it may seem,
It delays the contrary,
It is all it should be.
Love as loved same,
Wish not for pain,
Wish for the gods to delay it.
Fish not for enemy graves,
Fish for a handshake sentient.

Voice 3:
The bastard dies regardless.
King, czar of inaction ardent.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-02 12:00 am

Apocalypse they prepped for never came,
For mother never even prepared for birth,
All, Among the leaves rot the same,
Yet none bother to even feed the earth.
For all that shoots becomes hostile,
Especially in the face of a newcomer;
Lowe the god that shoots the tile,
Bottle similar to that of his newborn.
Quoth the bottle: Leave my spirit,
No man burdened by free will,
Suppose the throttle is under skirt,
No man burnt will be free to chill.
Suppose we see our freedom filled,
Then who benchmarks freedom stilled?

The Sophist

2014-09-04 12:00 am

Both sides support reform,
God I feel dumb,
Then I go back to watching porn,
That still too is dumb,
Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain,
Surely nothing can be done,
If something clearly is insane.

Begone to the pits of apathy,
Where men are fighting to succeed,
Be free from binds which binding me,
Lead me blind to blind society.
Truth be told it would be great,
To record sounds and meditate,
Without hoping to get paid,
Ad space isn't free,
We pity ourselves if ads are sent to peace.

We sent our brothers off to war.
Speaking of the fun;
Fighting for a rival hoard.
Dying in the sun;
Pierced by a brother's sword.
Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain,
Thieves thieved some time for fun,
Our heroes appearing more and more depraved.

To share the same disease,
Tortured through our dreams,
To decay among the trees,
Torment; a short and brutish piece,
Yet all of it is great,
Bleeding essence every day,
Alderson loop of disjunctive melodies,
Existence sings in remedies,
Never will the tempest ease,
Yet underneath there lay a silent tone,
Arranging scattered harmonies.

Gord

2014-09-02 12:00 am

I transform retribution,
I collide with an enemy,
Destined for fusion,
Corroding my memory,
Crashing the computer,
That is me.

I open on pretense false,
In hopes to gain my loss,
Yet no fate goes uncrossed,
No face goes on unmarked,
No bullet grazes,
They self aim and kill marks.

In honesty,
I hope for their retribution,
Not believing what you do,
I find no institution for truth,
Investigations reveal soot.
To conceal boots under sock.
Truth should be implied,
Secrets shouldn't even be whispered,
When no secret knock is employed.

Among Imperials, two faces clash,
Destroying the child middle,
Purpose born was to protect class.
Among the tyrants, 
A sleeping dog,
His brother opposite,
A sleeping god, 
Purpose forlorn and meaning lost.
Shoot the gun across, regardless,
Trees grow from the river,
Implying a garden should exist.

Yet at the bottom I find no solace.
No mythical beast of which to conquer,
Nor mythical flower of to tame beasts.
So no feast among mythical followers.
Sewn feet no longer bother to move.
Brooms no longer even bother to sweep.

I see Cost front by the citizen,
Expected which are also to clean.
Past participle's partisan cuts so cleanly,
No partisan is left opposite to thee.
Clearly, No god laughs,
Sincerely, No god falters,
And no human shots cast,
Except into human carnage.

No gain for loss,
No pyrrhic victory,
Due course.
No force of sympathy,
homeopathy, anthropology,
from the horse.
No, mostly poor choices.
Voices ringing with phones dead.

No voices in his head,
Scream morality.
of course.
No soldier gains a victory.
sans cost.
None recognize the courage,
of Hailey's comet.
So the gunfire blazes onward.

Amongst the slain, are the slain.
Those who shoot have bullets same.
My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza,
Which I modify to fit in holster,
As exactly as I imagined her,
Far above a reasonable caliber.
For a man who lacks resources,
For as a woman he lacked chorus,
Pestilence amongst the formal courtships.

How do we create such a melody?
Such harmony of utter melancholy.
How do we classify such insanity?
Such discourtesy on our society.
Such, bullets access and exit quickly.
Thus is the mark of beasts.
Thus a heart no longer beats.

Almost lack of mention was lack of faith.
Remembered and forgotten to become same.
All lost the castles of old days,
Only sandcastles remain standing,
Reminder of temporary management,
Of how well that pays.

I depart to vent,
Find myself post-traumatic,
I start to mention,
Find myself post-dramatic,
I mark myself bent,
Find myself post dragging.
Hoping to move forward,
Forgetting that lost in battle.

I sigh,
I realize that's not possible.
I stand purportedly screaming peace,
Screaming bullets purportedly corpse.
I stand in face of uproarious force,
Screaming should-haves,
Scoring for would-have,
Who now will manage.

Tired, I cast aside,
Casting stones seems now juvenile.
Especially in a world this finite,
Who needs to choir for killing time?
Button press' jest as being less vile,
Truth as masked chide,
Who now will bandage?

Gord

2014-08-28 12:00 am

How do we create such a melody?
Such harmony of utter melancholy.
How do we classify such insanity?
Such discourtesy on our society.
Such, bullets access and exit quickly.
Thus is the mark of beasts.
Thus a heart no longer beats.

Almost lack of mention was lack of faith.
Remembered and forgotten to become same.
All lost the castles of old days,
Only sandcastles remain standing,
Reminder of temporary management,
Of how well that pays.

I depart to vent,
Find myself post-traumatic,
I start to mention,
Find myself post-dramatic,
I mark myself bent,
Find myself post dragging.
Hoping to move forward,
Forgetting that lost in battle.

I sigh,
I realize that's not possible.

The Sophist

2014-08-25 12:00 am

If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay,
If you rub beards with the same fag,
Maybe my lips are cleft,
Might be my lazy eye,
My sexuality is wild.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not genderphobic,
But you wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But I let guys blast me,
My face gets nasty,
All covered in man skeet,
I'm talking bad times.
Not genderphobic,
You wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But they won't grab me,
If I do they slap me,
Gave up and got past it,
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

Why do I dream poor?
My life never screams fun,
I spend nights on YouPorn,
Used to all this dick in my face,
Somebody fuck me,
Oh, oh, oh,
Who wants to fuck me?
Oh, oh, oh,
Smoke dimes,
Come fuck me.

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
AIDs epidemic,
Got me all butt hurt,
On which sex I should marry,
Not based on who loves me,
I'm talking a party,
I'm talking bad times,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
Let's hope I don't get,
Stuck without girls,
Or without laughing,
At a guy that's jacking,
Me off in his panties.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

Gord

2014-08-21 12:00 am

No gain for loss,
No pyrrhic victory,
Due course.
No force of sympathy,
homeopathy, anthropology,
from the horse.
No, mostly poor choices.
Voices ringing with phones dead.

No voices in his head,
Scream morality.
of course.
No soldier gains a victory.
sans cost.
None recognize the courage,
of Hailey's comet.
So the gunfire blazes onward.

Amongst the slain, are the slain.
Those who shoot have bullets same.
My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza,
Which I modify to fit in holster,
As exactly as I imagined her,
Far above a reasonable caliber.
For a man who lacks resources,
For as a woman he lacked chorus,
Pestilence amongst the formal courtships.

The Sophist

2014-08-15 12:00 am

We walk, sleep, and love at same time.
Never touching same land,
Maybe we have seen same clouds or birds.
It's super deep; seabed at high tide.
Such height to withstand;
Able to perceive high twos as thirds.
Gifts like Hebe; she gives a young mind.
Youth-centered slow man,
Thus in dreams; youth in ancient worlds.
I derive order from a simply beautiful life.
Beautifully skilled stoneman,
Carving life for himself in beautiful strides,
My woman is a strong plan sublimed,
Though I'm sure a leap could suffice,
With her I see that without her I'm blind.

Gord

2014-08-01 12:00 am

Out in the doldroms, it's just a cold world.
Winds of change brew but die in a wave fold.
I'm incapable of change, 
You're incapable of the same.
So it must be predetermined, 
Hard determinist actors mimic a proper stage.
Lately I've been looking for a cage,
To preordain my life to hide from slaves.
Complacency locks people in a cage,
Claim preordain is to lie of the blame.
Out in the cold world, you make your own.
Ride the wind or die in a wave fold, 
If you're incapable of change,
Often your life is predetermined based on status,
So if the last thing I see is a image phallic,
Last thing they see from me is one right back.

The Sophist

2014-03-19 12:00 am

Hermes carries Lamb,
Across his shoulders,
Across timeless sands,
More he travels;
Still more land.

Crying out in hope,
Kriophoros left his home,
Carried Lamb eyes to our souls.
Mighty messenger of Gods,
Of all the Heavens and Below.

Calamis never same again,
Good Sheppard waits for Lamb,
Prepared to spill blood,
For the better of the herd,
For the chance to understand,
The voice of the Absurd.

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

A virtuoso steps away from the masons of his craft;
He claps and they turn on robotically, 
After lighting up himself;
Lightning cracks,
He cracks up himself,
Robots personify and become addicts;
They releases CD's,
He personifies the 80's,
or the 90's on every single tracks.
8 EP's later he releases the exact same thing out. 

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

" This next piece of writing, contains strong sexual content material and graphic language. Many people find it both harrowing and disturbing. It depicts and catalogues a series of true-life events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, of which there is one; the laws of libel prevent my naming and shaming the guilty; of which there are many."

 * Reader discretion is MOST STRONGLY advised - As it may easily offend. For this I make no apologies. Events like these are happening HOURLY all over the world at this moment in time, and society as a whole SHOULD be doing more to prevent such misery "

 ........................................

 " IT CAN'T HAPPEN HERE, .....CAN IT?..."

 It's Sunday,
 She's staying at dad's flat tonight.
 She adores him;
 With the trust that is naturally instilled
 In a child.

 Dave, her father,
 Plays cards with his friends;
 While she watches, smiling.
 The pot is short;
 It's his call.
 He must make amends.
 Forty pounds is the bid.

 With a knowing nod,
 Colin folds his hand;
 And taking hers,
 Leads through the door
 To she knows where.
 The now empty bedroom
 That she sometimes has to share.

 Shush - don't make a noise;
 Your stifled cries,
 Will frighten the toys.
 Who sitting in silence,
 Can only watch.
 As Colin slowly unzips his trousers,
 And loosens his belt another notch.
 Her favourite doll, alone in the corner,
 Draped across the wooden chair;
 Can but bear silent witness
 To the saddening pain
 She experiences there.

 Next day,
 She is driven to school;
 By her dad.
 In a tatty Volvo.
 Be-spotted with rust coloured
 Splodges of primer paint.
 A stark anachronism
 Of Swedish sexual liberalism
 The grubbiness of the grey,
 Mirroring the semen-soiled nightdress;
 Of the night before.
 The paint spots,
 Ghostly echoes
 Of dried blood stains
 Splattered on the white fabric.
 Heralding her lost innocence;
 That she would need to wash out
 Later in the day.
 When she finally returned
 To the living hell
 That served as home.

 He pulls in at the pavement
 Saying yesterday was fun
 And that they should do it more often.
 He tells her to take care of herself.
 Sick joke, what?
 But no-body's laughing anyway.
 Deprived of decency
 By her father
 In that he doesn't even open the door.
 She rises from the well-worn seat
 And gets herself out
 Just like countless
 Whores before.

 In some final bizarre sexual gesture
 As he slowly drives away
 He also discards the now empty
 Crumpled, finished cigarette packet
 Aimlessly through the window
 Into the uncaring street.
 It in its turn, would be picked up
 By some scavenger hard up
 On his or her luck
 Anxious to discover
 If it held any small delight.

 And on discovering not, it would
 Be consigned as worthless rubbish
 And be discarded yet again
 To a life on the streets.
 Until eventually, battered and crushed
 By countless uncompromising souls
 It would cease to be recognisable
 For what it once was.
 Circles within circles.
 Such is the life we lead.

 Four friends, sit
 Sharing girlish giggles.
 Talking tampons and towels.
 Discovering the inward
 Functioning of females
 For the first time.
 Smiles, over sharing
 Secrets of sexuality
 With their mothers.
 But she's not laughing.

 Sitting in the classroom
 She is longing to tell, someone,
 About the happenings
 Of the previous night.
 To be able to unload
 All that crushing fear;
 That is building up
 Within her frightened frame.
 Afraid to go home,
 She hangs around after class
 Anxious to explain her reasons.
 But no-one is listening.
 Nor can they read
 The pleading in her scared eyes.
 So she goes home alone, again.

 Sitting watching television,
 A break from the drudgery
 Of endless days
 Doing household chores.
 Fear strikes her heart
 As she hears the key
 Entering the outside door.

 Because the washing has taken so long
 And about it, she cannot tell;
 The dust she hasn't cleaned
 From the TV
 Only causes her mother again to yell.
 Her anger quickly turns to rage;
 Followed closely by a beating,
 And another verbal tirade.
 Then follows the shouting
 And the slapping.
 The angry name calling
 Infers that someone is a whore.
 Leading to her being pushed downstairs
 And landing on the hall floor.

 She pushes Amy into the cellar cupboard,
 Then callously locks the door.
 Leaving Amy, cowering in huddled fear,
 Upon the dark, coldest floor.
 Later, in her room,
 Curled up, tearful,
 Trying desperately to block out the pain.
 Lies listening to her sad sobbing.
 She closes her eyes.
 Escaping sleep is not easy in coming;
 But further along the hallway,
 Someone else is.
 Urgently calling for Amy
 Beckons her to her mother's bed.
 There, between thrashing thighs,
 And deep moaning sighs,
 Amy is forced to give her mother
 Sexual 'head'.

 Coming home,
 To the usually empty house,
 She cannot help but notice
 The smart car
 Parked outside.
 Putting her key
 In the door,
 As she has done
 So many, many times before;
 She is met by Geoff,
 The new man, in her mother's life.
 On the surface
 He seems very nice.
 Picnics of strawberries, wine
 And chocolate ice.
 And even washing up,
 Afterwards.

 School sports day comes,
 Giving her the chance
 To exercise her rights
 As a child;
 To youthful fun.
 Sack race successes,
 Loud accolades.
 Hiding the depths of depravity,
 That lies dormant.
 Buried deep within.

 It starts with a present,
 At bedtime.
 " Put it on, and come and show us how it looks."
 Simple games,
 Amongst the adult friends.
 Pictures are taken.
 Childish at first,
 It soon turns nasty;
 Leading to lewdness and lechery.
 Removing Geoff's trousers and pants,
 While her mother looks on;
 And laughs.
 Then starts the painful ordeal
 Of nightly rape.
 And the utterances of the threatening lie
 That if she ever dares to tell someone
 It would surely cause her to die,

 After a time,
 She can bear no more
 Of Geoff's disgusting behaviour.
 Goes to her father's workplace
 Hoping on hope
 That he'll prove to be her saviour.
 She tells him all
 That's been going on;
 And could she come to live with him,
 Please?
 Fraught with anger,
 Fired by fear;
 He goes and gives Geoff
 A beating with a garden spade.
 In his frustration at failing
 To protect his daughter
 From this pair of human animals
 With their filthy habits so degrade.
 Then he storms out,
 Leaving Amy to receive
 Yet another beating
 From her mother.
 That leads her to being locked
 In the cupboard
 Once again.
 The broken shard
 Salvaged from the shattered
 Kitchen window
 By which her father had entered
 Proves to be the key
 To successful self mutilation
 To which Amy administers
 Readily.

 When the time comes
 To leave her old school
 The teacher's reports proclaim
 That Amy is both clever and wise.
 But they all still
 Just sit and listen
 While her mother
 Continues to tell
 The same pack of lies.
 How Amy sits reading
 Quietly, in her room,
 For much of the time.
 And how she's always
 Out playing with her friend;
 But that is untrue
 From beginning to end.
 The teacher says Amy could do
 With really coming out of her shell.
 Hopes that she'll enjoy her new school;
 And with that, she wishes her well.

 Sitting with her new found friends,
 Thinking that this place,
 Could indeed be really cool.
 Then one says,
 Someone is trying to greet her,
 From a van.
 Parked outside the school.
 She peers across the open courtyard.
 At her father, who's come to meet her.

 Full of reasons,
 Why he hasn't been more often.
 Excuses that money has been
 So short lately;
 Sometimes he hasn't eaten.
 Now he's come to take her out,
 About the true reason for his motives,
 There still exists more
 Than a little doubt.

 Having bribed her,
 With a Big Mac meal,
 With Coke and a Cadbury's
 Curly Whirly,
 He apologises that he has no more sweets;
 But if only he had more money,
 He could afford to buy her
 Lots of treats.
 Then the unsubtle suggestion,
 That she could really help Daddy,
 Just by working the nearby streets.

 Standing on a dim
 Lamp-lit street;
 In her denim jacket,
 And her flowery
 Short length skirt;
 Wearing virginal white gym socks,
 with matching plimsolls.
 Her long hair , shining,
 Looking very much her age.
 Having only turned thirteen,
 But for a little while.
 People, from which she
 Should get only love;
 Blatantly exploiting her sexual genes.
 Although she cannot spell Paedophile;
 She is painfully aware of what it means.
 " For a wank, charge'em twenty five quid,
 If they want a blow-job, charge them thirty"
 Practising that will corrupt her mind;
 Into believing love and sex,
 Is always something
 That is sordid and dirty.

 A sexperienced competitor,
 In these matters,
 Gives her, and her dad;
 What amounts to a friendly warning.
 This particular spot,
 Is her pitch.
 And her pimp
 Will not be so tame;
 So her father,
 Just moves on with her,
 To somewhere else.
 In his dubious quest
 It would seem he has no shame;
 With his repeated attempts,
 To get ' on the game'.

 The local lorry park,
 Proves a likely playground;
 For the sort of games,
 He has in mind.
 Providing a service,
 For all kinds
 Of men.
 The young, the old, and the lonely.
 Not the actual full sex, though:
 But just your blow and hand-jobs only.
 Making sure that the clients,
 Come in style;
 Being very sure to use a condom,
 All the while.

 He does a deal,
 Just for a full blow-job;
 " You know how, don't you,
 just go and suck his prick;
 It'll be all be over in a minute!"
 But it doesn't just take that quick.

 Squatting,
 She gives a blow-job
 To an unknown,
 Standing man.
 While her poncing pimp
 Of a dad,
 Sits smiling,
 In his grubby little van.

 Suck, suck, sucking,
 On a dirty, crusted,
 Foul-smelling prick,
 That's making her feel
 So, so sick.
 Wondering why it is
 That when you
 Want them to,
 they can never come
 Really quick.

 And when it's finally finished;
 She finds the smell of sweat and semen,
 Has left her feeling
 Really sick.
 Dave, buys her silence,
 With a fiver.
 Then he takes her back home;
 Double quick.

 Dusti Rodes (2009)

 POSTSRIPT TO ' IT CAN'T HAPPEN HERE. .....CAN IT? *

 " Children have the right to be listened to. The messages that they give us are often painful and disturbing, and challenge our capabilities to actually hear what they are in fact saying and take them seriously.
 Our conditioned instinct is to recoil from what we are hearing and deny the reality of what is being said.
 The act of sexual abuse of a child involves a fundamental betrayal of trust, and an abuse of power, which has devastating consequences for the child. Undermining the basic requirements of a child for relationships built on trust, that are both dependable and loving.
 This gives rise to the premise that children not only have to be heard but also need to be healed from the trauma of such experiences.
 The child's right to be respected as an individual person should be unquestionable; but it is a long way from being generally accepted within our society."