Stained Grass

This is a short poem somewhat inspired by the lyrics of Marilyn Manson's song Don't Answer The Door. 

This is only a game under stained grass

Frayed bombshell bunker for laymen

Picturesque in frozen frame

Stagnant in time, sinuses bleeding out in real-time

Tears unheard while screaming in vain rhyme schemes

Cruel Concessions

This poem serves as an extension of The Gifts of Emotion and Cruelty. It is not an answer by any means, in either piece of writing; merely observation and exploration. 

Cruelty, hedonistic calamity

Sweet sadistic gift,

Suicidal malignity

Succinct in lasting grief and confused clarity;

Truculent remnants of barbarity,

Severe within mindfully meditated savagery;

Vicious curiosity spoon-fed as eye candy—

Merciless malevolence:

Not necessarily a killing spree;

Fell, foul ferocity—

This is only a game don't you see?

Colosseum cattiness just a car crash—

Scarring intentional incidents and unintended tragedy;

"Off with her head," a royal Red Queen decrees,

Senseless while sensual, who is the enemy?

Satisfaction in cannibalistically inflicted misery:

Emotional enmity guaranteed?

A Small Glimpse Into My OAUG Analysis Study

I have six total pages of notes on the title track for One Assassination Under God alone from the last day now. I think I've got the ultimate analysis brewing; plus the recent addition of You Can't Die Young as an expanded edition to the songs on Chapter 2 now raises the era to totalling 20 songs, as I also include the cover of In The Air Tonight-- not so much As Sick As The Secrets Of (Sleep) though as it's merely a remix of As Sick As The Secrets Within. I'm also considering putting God Is A Weapon, the collaboration with Falling In Reverse, in with it as well seeing as it was made and released within this timeframe and Manson's part in it, while echoing Ronnie Radke's, also seems to sing to other numbers like Meet Me In Purgatory and Enantiomorph...

Under God, Understood by Marilyn Manson

This is just a small fraction of what I have in regards to the title track, One Assassination Under God.

"Some of the inspiration when I was writing the words to this was drawn from a collection I had started building up of images that I identified with. There were a lot of Caravaggio paintings and others of that era, depicting various types of beheadings, executions of all sorts, firing squads. There was one illustration I saw where a horse was tied to each limb of the person they were killing and it ripped the person apart when the horses were set free. There was another one in which a person was sewn into a live animal and then it was set free to run off of a cliff. That one was really disturbing and for whatever reason I really identified with that one. One thing that I did notice though when I was looking at all these images is that it seemed to me that it was less about justice for the crowds of people involved in these things. It was more about the desire to see blood and to see suffering."

Judith Beheading Holofernes, Caravaggio, 1598

Dramatic, cinematic, militaristic as well as melancholic encapsulation of moments past, present and future. Assassination. Assassin-Nation. A nation of assassins. 

I have a bunch more, as I said many pages of notes beyond; this merely serving as a bit of an archive or a teaser to show a bit of it all, sort of like I did with the Unalive notes; but as I already know, in total so far I have much more than anyone else so far and I'm keeping it relatively on the hush beyond much vague alliteration here and there; as it makes more sense altogether, but I can certainly leave clues about some clues can't I. Needless to say with that then, boy-o she's a sain't like Jackie-O. 

The Gifts of Emotion and Cruelty

"Emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself."

— Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal s1e6 

This quoted is explained over dinner to an off-duty FBI official Jack Crawford and his wife Bella, to her passive aggressive protests against the dishes prepared by a psychiatric consultant and expert cook Hannibal Lecter for the matter of their inclusion of meat in the dishes he was serving them that evening, insinuating that the methods of obtaining such was more barbarous in acquirement than need be for sustenance to relish. It's an interesting way of phrasing the matter seeing it is an undeniable observation that humans are sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all, though simultaneously not the only animal observed to take what can be characterised as delight in sadistic enactments with other creatures. Dolphins do such with the blowfish, playing and puffing them up then puncturing the sea animal to inhale the potent chemical produced in their inflation, to the effect of what would seem a sort of narcotic; cats toy with their prey, both so as to tire it out as well as in that the performance delivers pleasure chemicals even beyond the simple idea of hunting— it's fun. 

Where this label of cruelty on other animals is dubious is that it's a projected prescription of human attributes onto other species and assuming they're of the same intent; even if the chemical rewards and actions are likenable. It's ascribing a rhyme and reason, for entities we have no way of fully knowing the thoughts (or lack thereof) behind the actions beyond biological impulses. 

For better, worse or whatever the vantage point may be here on these gifts, Captain Jack Sparrow said it best in the third instalment of Pirates Of The Caribbean to Davy Jones at the climax of the movie: cruelty is a matter of perspective. Davy Jones does challenge this assertion, though by enacting his own example of the matter unto those watching him stab Will Turner... And to that end then, what is a gift? A present, or the German word for poison? Both at once? Neither?

Burning Bridges

The Bridge burned. Its flames writhed, rose and settled like a funeral pyre. As such, the event was an inevitable one, preventing the monolithic embalmment seemingly confusing those who thought anything and especially connection, was so set in stone and everlasting.

Crumbling, crumbling,

As if disturbed determining

Thoughts of sitting,

Of yesterday, looking for ongoing reasoning;

Fragrant, vacant coming aloud-

Down and around forgetting;

Perfume and worry in eternal memory

Blaze stagnating as it died down slowly in contrast to the fast inferno it initially engulfed as. There was no way of determining the origin of this destruction as what was once held up now sizzled as it sank into the deep river below. From there the water washed away much of the lighter wreckage and left the heftier bits and what could not be swiftly swept up and away was the seared memory of what burned bright for only a bit while closing the gap between separate shores. There for a little smoke, then here no more. 

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Fated in faith, lacerated in its wake

Wrought, devastated and bought out in poor taste;

Reframed, Revived, reminiscent of star-studded suicide-

Belated birthday, sucked in and up a flavoured vape,

Lasting in life , limerick and latent;

Framed disarray in scarred faces,

What is a waste?