Penetralia

Penetralia


Truth tellers recount happenings as accurately as memory serves

Whistleblowers point fingers to prosecute whom justice perturbs

Soothsayers may answer prayers when naysayers are unnerved

Axons conduct neural impulses to dendrites across synaptic nerves

Sensuality conveys more than possible for a writer's condensed blurb

Gather however much you can from what remains here unreserved

This meddling meter wears out its welcome—kicked onto the curb

Yet it's writ in decimal because such structures gleam superb

The town crier relays clear messages through voluble verve

In the end unjust ones gossip; spitting venom undeserved.

Image: Thrice-Great Hermes, Master of Mysteries.

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Twitch Was Born In The Arcade

Twitch Was Born In The Arcade

Back in the day as they say
You had to stand at a colorful cabinet
Feeding quarters into the machine to play
And if you happened to be any good at it
Lots of people would gather around to watch.

Spectators crowded together during a versus match
Oohing and aahing when contenders clashed
Wowed by audiovisual effect of hits landing
Joysticks spun, buttons were mashed
High scores gave one social standing.

Nowadays those old ways have mutated;
Games are broadcast from the comfort of home
Long-distance buffer zones keep players isolated
Hecklers become blacklisted, n00bs get p0wn3d!
Onlookers flood internet streams by the millions worldwide.

Video gaming is a new spectator sport played inside.
MMORPG addicts and FPS elites are virtual athletes
Impartial systems re-spawn those who've died
Platinum trophies prove what one completes
But among masters who compete, only skill decides!

Image: Twitch, see: twitch.tv

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Viscosity

Viscosity

Everybody knows a blustering windbag
Who constantly flaps flaccid gums
Yet says nothing of any consequence at all.

Who'll slurp clear whatever smear
Stains the moist underbelly
Of outlying nether regions.

Such a butt-munch 
Pulls each punch
And loves to gargle lumpy lyonnaise.

Even when sorrowful
The boor heehaws
Absentmindedly

While colossal seesaws
Lumber noisily
Against a fancy backdrop.

Often faux-furry
They gesticulate rather than articulating
Amidst brackish backwaters.

Fetid phrases have been found
To be teeming with crawling truisms
In the oily runoff of simpleton sentences.

Vociferous as well as viscous;
They're very deaf to their own verbosity
Which lacks both value and vigor!

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The Grand Lull

The Grand Lull

At home with exile
Days blur and drag
Laughter evaporates
One's chin does sag

BUT

Sadness is a luxury
For us who can't afford it.
Life shows little mercy —
Survive, thrive; find a fit.

Show courage when facing despair.
Good humor scalds cunts unfair.
Renovate the house of disrepair.
Flit through their awful fray without a care!

Bravo to you wanderers, far-flung from birth;
Circumambulating around Earth's whole girth.
Devastating denominators common and low.
Knocking out conventions with a single blow.

This chasm of duration in which we find ourselves thrown
Shalt belittle each belief and theorem men have ever known.
Spaciousness spectacular, surpasses human comprehension.
Egoism and Langue conspire (to place limits on invention).

The written, spoken, and what is thought
Are as if infants were begot
Inside a dormant substratum or plot.
Where hides the admirer of all that is wrought?

Awaken! Sayeth the ascetics.
Forsaken not these heretics.
Spanning this inferior plane
Spirit unseen enhances plain ...

HAHAHAHAHAH

*** Laughter reverberates within Ether at long last ***

Image: #LulZSeC

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Found Poetry: Notes To Self At Work

Notes To Self At Work

The trick is to appear occupied
no matter how little there actually is to do.
Mind-numbing tasks lend themselves well to auto-pilot
but there are those times when one has to idle
while simultaneously seeming busy ...

Slacking really is harder as some say;
it's what many companies deserve for how little they pay.
The Peter Principle runs rampant, in one or another way.

So let's play at work

Let's work at play

Such arts are lost

This age and day

Don't dither-dabble

Nor trail the rabble

Cut cork and cost

Scribble with scrabble

Rude ranting riddle

Brooks down our middle

Pick up a fiddle

It's time to diddle!

In all seriousness, true human esprit requires much more than these material means.

Adversity plus dire risk

have ever driven men and women toward fulfillment, success, and victory.

Blood simmers due to circumstance, although it was once kindled through passion.

Soul seethes within this body biting on its own tongue
(a fiery bird may soon rise ashen).
Only the most desperately lost follow after another's fashion!

Ending Senryu:

An anthill swarming

With manic activity;

Looking glass glistens.

Box factory blues

Methodical madness rules;

Bosses be wanton.

Corporate hive buzz

Until close of business day.

Money makes people.

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Decadence Throughout The Decades

Decadence Throughout The Decades

Today's trendoid douche bags regard the 80's and 90's as the epitome of COOL.

Back then teens took their inspiration from the 60's and 70's.
So it must go on indefinitely in retrograde;
each generation admiring the best of what came before
while simultaneously rejecting tacky tradition and rebelling
against any oppressive state of affairs.

Thus we find ourselves reliving similar dramas
or reiterating those same likely stories
as our lamentably predictable predecessors
(at least insofar as hindsight reveals them).
Still we're unsure of how what's coming will differ.

A pattern appears to crystallize when we lay our eyes upon it...
Minute men worn by many years resist its advent:
Hegemony is leading us into the limbo of Homogeny!
Yet even within that oneness of identity conflict will persist,
because it's an inborn trait of mankind's fragmentation.

Upstarts rail at tried and true technique—
old timers reminisce over some bygone golden era.
Monomaniacs criticize just to constantly rehash the same devilish details.
Everybody dwells on what formative memories have dictated for them.
Who would even notice the handbasket reaching hell?

Tomorrow's misanthropes already read this as a perennial quintessence!

Image: Kali (goddess of death and destruction) projected onto the Empire State Building by digital artist Android Jones. Many Hindus view our present time as Kali Yuga; the iron age of decay.

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