Monday, May 18, 2020

Blood Puke Pen by Kiler Davenport



As I cast my pearls before you
As I pour my blood, sweat, and tears into this pen
It dawns on me
What the fuck am I doing
This is like sex with a rubber doll
Like shooting blanks

This LIKE button has become our god
The master of our morning
Oh my God
And to get a comment
Just one fucking good comment
Have I lost my mind casting my pearls before swine

This has become like one weird twisted kind of digital sex
Some sick way to get my jollies
I run to the computer early to check my lines
To see if any fish have bitten
OMG
There are thirty-one worlds and two messages
WTF is wrong with me

It is as if this thing
This electronic fucking monster has consumed me
Taking over my mind, body, soul, spirit
It calls out to me
It beckons me
I have become one with this thing – this monster

It has taken me over at home, at work, in the car
In the theater, at church
On the fucking toilet, in bed
I can't even have a moment to myself
There it is staring at me

My god I even had sex with it
OMG
My jizz my precious jizz

Am I losing my mind
It has me by the balls lock, stock, and barrel
It consumes me eighteen hours a day
And what do I get in return
Not a fucking thing

They control us
Our every move
They watch us
They know when we come into the room
When we touch them
They wait for our fingers to press upon them
They sense our breath, our motion

OMG
I'm losing it
The car has one
The refrigerator, the stove, my watch, the television
The game boy, this boy, that boy
OH BOY
OH FUCK

OMG
NOW I'M THINKING
WILL THEY HIT THE LIKE BUTTON
ON THIS ONE

OMG
HELP

Put Away That False Face by Kiler Davenport



PUT AWAY THAT FALSE FACE AND THAT FAKE SMILE,
PEOPLE WANT TO SEE YOU AND ONLY YOU,
COME OUT FROM BEHIND YOUR WALL,
DO NOT BE AFRAID OF WHAT IS THERE.

MEN AND WOMEN HIDE BEHIND THE COLORED GLASS, PUT ON THE SHOW.
YOU ARE FOOLS, IDIOTS, LAMEBRAINS, CON ARTIST.
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ALL FAKE AND PLASTERED.
YOUR HOUSE A DREAM EVEN THOUGH YOUR HOMELESS.
EVERY DAY YOU STEAL MONEY FROM THE LOST AND HURTING,
THE ONES WITHOUT SHELTER AND A HAND TO HOLD.
YOU ARE CREATING HELL ON EARTH FOR YOURSELF.

IS IT A SIN TO HAVE ALL THESE THINGS,
I SAY YES IT IS ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU
HAVE FORGOTTEN THOSE IN THE SHADOWS.
THOSE WHO ARE REACHING OUT IN DESPERATION AND TERROR.
SHOULD EVERYONE HAVE WHAT YOU HAVE AND IN MOST CASES HAVE WORKED FOR, THE ANSWER IS NO, THEY SHOULD NOT, HOWEVER, YOU MUST GIVE TILL IT HURTS BECAUSE GOD HAS BLESSED YOU WITH THESE THINGS, AND I STRESS THINGS, MEANINGLESS THINGS.

THESE THINGS CANNOT BE PUT IN YOUR CASKET,
YOU WILL NOT TAKE THEM WITH YOU.
GIVE UNTIL IT HURTS AND THEN GIVE SOME MORE.
THIS IS LIFE, GIVE TO THOSE WHO ARE WORKING TO CHANGE THEIR LIVES.
IF I WERE YOU I WOULD NOT WANT TO NOT DO WHAT I
HAVE ASKED YOU TO DO.
NOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD YOU ARE MUCH ACCOUNTABLE AND WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.

Have We Outgrown God? by Kiler Davenport




Have we outgrown god, have we grown too big for our britches.

Do we just use him now for a crutch, a hiding place for when we get scared.

Most have created god in their own image, like a genie in a bottle.

God is more than a book,a dogma,a religion,a church,an outreach,or feelings.

God is the ultimate quest, the source, the alpha and omega, our only hope.

Even those who do not believe still wonder, they long for answers.

Eternity is an everlasting thought that never dies in the mind of mortal man.

It lingers like terminal cancer in the feeble minds of the people, we beg to know.

As I stand in Haiti I cry out where are you, God, as I roam the flats of Sudan,
Stepping over half-dead children vultures waiting in the background I ask why.

Watching all our little hospice patients wither away to nothing begging to die,
I asked what kind of cruel and the inhumane project is this, an experiment maybe.

the older I get the more questions I have and the less I know or want to know.

So many of us are locked in little silly boxes, like kids playing with toys.

God why do you need us, are you lonely, sad, confused, bewildered, a myth.

The almighty minds of the times talk about first cause, singularity, hyper-dimension.

They probe the human brain like little monkeys picking bugs off one another.

We send probes to the outer reaches of the universe while millions die starving.

We send bombs in every direction to dominate and destroy ( one nation under God ).

We rob those around the world of their culture, liberty, customs, dignity, and beliefs.

We suck off the criminally insane mainstream news as if our lives depended on it.

We are addicted to the poisons toxins and chemicals of corporate America.

Our people and children shot full of big Pharma, doped with propaganda.

We are slaves to the lie of the global new world order, we feed this dragon daily.

A nation of zombies, lambs on our way to the kill floor, destined for destruction.

I say one nation under what, working for who, believing in what, and why.

People asked me all the time, just what is the new world order, when will it come.

It is a process, a progression, an evolution, it is free will, free choice at its worst.

Believe in what you will, do what you can reach beyond what is possible.

Live out in the darkness, get out of your comfort zone, people are well don't you.

Live where it hurts, where it is hard, painful, sad, suffering, hungry, anguish, fear.

Love is no good in the comfort zone, she was made for battle, to overcome.

Go into your corner and pray, asking that your eyes are opened to this truth.

You asked me how will I know when I have found love and I say when you are ready.

Go now and ponder these things, devote your life to this quest, this journey.

Love is not a new-age game, nor is it a fad to be played with, it is age-old and hot.

Its power grows with the ability to realize it, focusing it requires maturity.

It will never be contained in groups or circles, it must be free, it must breathe.

real love is strong and offensive, it brings out the worst in people, it digs deep.

It will not be used to win friends and influence people, it is a knife that cuts.

Love is ready to come out against this new world order, it is poised to strike.

Many who have been drowning in the self will die when she raises her head.

The clock is ticking, the watchers watch, you will not escape her wrath and fury.

Pure Thought Without Intention by Kiler Davenport



Pure thought without intention
I cease to define the beginning, ending, present
All one and the same
The I AM is the all, the all the I AM

Reaching for nothing, striving for nothing
Nothing to go into, nothing to go away from
The inside of the inside where darkness is light
And light is void

Slowly melting away into the deep dark abyss
I become one with all things
My body scattered into a million pieces

Dancing with the immortals
Laughing with the gods
Conjoined, interwoven, complete

Looking back I can see the I all bound up

This road, that road, this place, that place
them, us, over there, over here
Why did I not come to this place sooner
It was within my grasp

I had to let go of the free will
The idea of choice
These things limit the unlimited
This blinding and the binding thing we call self
Is nothing but an illusion
A trick of the senses
A vain imagining

We did not come from or out of
We will not go to this place or that
We are simply the I AM
Each and every one of us one and the same

One must let go of the concept of time
Turn away from symbols, perceptions, concepts, ideas, emotions
One must become all of those things at once

Devour the senses
Overcome the need to invent, to conquer, to consume, develop, design, and divulge
Take them all at your leisure
They are the simple tricks of this trade we call life, existence, consciousness, and reality

You have passed this way throughout eternity
And you will again
Go and be at peace

Do not ask the gods to reveal themselves
Do not tempt the masters
They cannot and will not submit to discovery

Go and just be
Remember it is what it is
The I AM