SONG OF THE DAY: Conditioning

I am out of shape, poorly so, but so is the state of society. Should probably get my shit together in case we have to start killing each other with machetes over bags of rice.

1NT3RN4L J1H4D B3TW33N...

internal jihad between

man with brain poisoned by false

purpose, and pure animal

S4T3LL1T3 TR4NSM1SS10NS 0F...

satellite transmissions of

lounge counteracting against

cybertron unlounge forces

BR33D 1S 4 S0C14L C0NSTRVCT...

breed is a social construct

Yakubian overlords

created as means of control

S4N1T4R1VM H4LLW4YS...

sanitarium hallways

so sterile yet overrun

with dark energetic stains

PR3P4R1NG F0R W4R 4G41NST...

preparing for war against

demons lurking in the dark

forest of subconsciousness

W4ND3R1NG 4M3R1C4N...

wandering American

streets, searching for any sign

of that bitch-ass minotaur

TH3 M0NST3R'S N0T VND3R B3D...

the monster's not under bed

but standing overhead; still

blind, looking down, swiping death

BVZZBOTS L1K3 SP4C3 1NV4D3RS...

buzzbots like space invaders

closing in on me; real life

space invaders looming large

TOP TEN HOKKU OF THE HOOPOE

c0pz 1n c4m0Vfl4g3
g34r3d Vp f0r 0b3d13nc3
3nf0rc3m3nt - fVll b0r3#haiku #rojonekku #acab pic.twitter.com/ye97A8jdIx

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

1 r3m41n p34c3fVl
l1st3n1ng t0 h34rt - n0t br41n
p01s0n3d bY cr4ck3d skVll#haiku #rojonekku #acab pic.twitter.com/5gJf5I83K4

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

p3pp3r spr4Y 3y3s1ght
g3ts bl1nd3d bY 4ngrY f1r3s
- r3tr34t t0 sh4d0wz#haiku #rojonekku #acab pic.twitter.com/UbuEMrnl7k

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

4l-ghVr4b 4ll4h
- wr1t1ng j1h4d p03trY
0f 1nt3rn4l f1ght#haiku #rojonekku #acab pic.twitter.com/4MVy1RkVel

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

wh1sp3r1ng dh1kr
w4lk1ng thrV sh1ttY c1tY
jVst b3f0r3 sVnr1s3#haiku #rojonekku #acab pic.twitter.com/CTx3Fz2cgE

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

bVzzb0t 3l3ctr0n
4Vth0r1tY 3nf0rc3d bY
0rg4n1c r0b0tz#haiku #rojonekku #ACAB pic.twitter.com/yq8bmUJxUJ

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

g0v3rnm3nt p4p3rz
n3v3r 1n 0rd3r fVllY
- f00l 0Vtt4 c0ntr0l#haiku #rojonekku #ACAB pic.twitter.com/QUd9IPOyQO

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

fr33 sp33ch z0n3 b4rb3d w1r3
str3tch3d 4r0Vnd p3r1m3t3r
0f psYch1c s4f3 sp4c3#haiku #rojonekku #ACAB pic.twitter.com/beb72VUuIC

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

n3v3r sp34k y0Vr trVth
1nt0 0p3n s0Vrc3 m41nfr4m3
- t00 m4nY b4ck d00rz#haiku #rojonekku #ACAB#FYIFYFMF pic.twitter.com/pqw4iWI7dy

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

r3s1st 1n r34l l1f3
- s0w d1ss3nt; w4tch 1t bl0ss0m
b3n34th kn0wn sVrf4c3#haiku #rojonekku #ACAB#FYIFYFMF pic.twitter.com/AxbX1Plkuo

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) May 11, 2017

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#2: 1 r3m41n p34c3fVl/l1st3n1ng t0 h34rt - n0t br41n/p01s0n3d bY cr4ck3d skVll

#3: p3pp3r spr4Y 3y3s1ght/g3ts bl1nd3d bY 4ngrY f1r3s/- r3tr34t t0 sh4d0wz

#4: 4l-ghVr4b 4ll4h/- wr1t1ng j1h4d p03trY/0f 1nt3rn4l f1ght

#5: wh1sp3r1ng dh1kr/w4lk1ng thrV sh1ttY c1tY/jVst b3f0r3 sVnr1s3

#6: bVzzb0t 3l3ctr0n/4Vth0r1tY 3nf0rc3d bY/0rg4n1c r0b0tz

#7: g0v3rnm3nt p4p3rz/n3v3r 1n 0rd3r fVllY/- f00l 0Vtt4 c0ntr0l

#8: fr33 sp33ch z0n3 b4rb3d w1r3/str3tch3d 4r0Vnd p3r1m3t3r/0f psYch1c s4f3 sp4c3

#9: n3v3r sp34k y0Vr trVth/1nt0 0p3n s0Vrc3 m41nfr4m3/- t00 m4nY b4ck d00rz

#10: r3s1st 1n r34l l1f3/- s0w d1ss3nt; w4tch 1t bl0ss0m/b3n34th kn0wn sVrf4c3

freestyle sonnet #080: BUILDING SANCTUARY AGAINST ABSTRACT MATH

(The Bird Tribe - meaning my family - currently got a GoFundMe going to try and purchase the land surrounding our compound, to work into the compound and make a plant sanctuary for my ol' lady's herbal practice, and an extension of my illegitimate arts, and also to keep from being broken into tiny plots of power gridlock. Please visit the page, and drop five on it if you can.)

Manmade math mostly builds off abstract foundation,
thus land lacks value unless fractured/fragmented
into parts and parcels - complex exploitation
of raw (wild) into refined (planned), represented

by bank's co-sign to development but never
to leave alone. And yet land (Earth) best left alone
helps those broken by subtraction or dissever
from Earth, who also have no abstract value known

(thus "broke" as well), to reconnect with larger whole,
and hopefully find wholesome larger than any
lump sum. The biosphere's not pieces to control,
but intertwined place where peace is - vast and plenty,

for those working to cultivate sanctuary,
(while manmade divisions work to the contrary).

repeating mantra of "love"

as I walk through this shit world

full of selfish demon brains

freestyle sonnet #072: NONSENSE GIBBERISH SONNET ODE TO CYBORG CHUPACABRA AWARENESS

I have seen the cyborg chupacabras lurking

at edge of ash bored pine forest - THESE THINGS ARE REAL!

Able to feed on organic beast blood while working

artificial intel processors made of steel

and copper don't rust, these Yakubian devil

creations' eyes glint in dark like lasers lime green,

seeking out where living stock resistors revel...

The gamecocks I've painstakingly trained to focus mean

spirit after patriotic peacock displays

of false pride, slowly picked off one-by-one each night,

their bloodless carcasses left behind to abrase

will to resist. I "escape" through digital flight

but those cyborg chupacabra eyes (with strength) peer

amid that cybertronic controlled biosphere.

freestyle sonnet #070: TOO MANY FAKE ACCT PEPE MAGA TWITZ TO BE REAL (UNLESS PPL ARE FAKE) BULLSHIT ASS SONNET

Russian eggs designed with digital precision
echo Presidential sentiments before they
even happen, coordinated truth fission
into multiple realities. Brave new day

where new world re-orders self (again) according
to destinies manifest through technology,
colonizing psychologies. Those affording
gates wrought iron enough further biology

goals of Yakub, heads becoming bigger with strong
flow of American meme, heart font impacted
by dehumanizing identity headlong
into don't give a fuck. Though details redacted,

the manufacturing of deplorable pride
is plasticized, not stone, thus with hammer denied.

halloween pumpkin shit-smile

rots into mangled leering mess;

and then the fucker said “yo”

shit-eating grin-faced demons

sneaking through the woods behind

the compound, chasing ya boy

born behind enemy lines...

shinefaces closing in fast...

anyone copy? over

the immensity of what

we've built with mad monkey minds

often feels overwhelming

freestyle sonnet #030: ODE TO THE 2-HR LUNCH BREAK

Writing sonnets to occupy empty spaces
of day-to-day, which don't ever feel free, thus these
freestyle meditations fog out the rat races
going on around me. Life feels like a disease,

at least with regards to ways we *make a living* -
breathing feels paused, anxieties constant increase
manufactures clenched existence, unforgiving
posture bracing for impact against lack of peace

of mind. I used to self-medicate steadily,
and quit to break cycles, thus now hide behind word
scribbles like alcohol was used - I'll readily
admit I'm weak/wack/lost cause/lost effect/absurd

*man* trapped only in mind, but shit feels confining,
so fuck it, I'm out - see what blue sky's divining.

four thousand years blurred vision

dashing down asphalt back roads,

not fearing forest monsters