Theoretic rhetoric

Theoretic rhetoric as well,

how can you hate preference of self

which displays barrier less love,

casting damnation amongst brethren.

 A name which you blaspheme yourselves disastrously

delve deeper into a master piece

The modern day “biblical type folk”

seem to be portraying an eyeful

stating, “you’re going to die slow and painful in a simmering stew…

if you don’t listen and talk like we do”,

slightly askew of truth.

Only LOVE is boundless, and you’ve steadily sounded,

“sin misses the mark” , erecting the fences’ parts

then get the point.

Before you validate direction ending a start!

Before we could read a story we had to use our eyes

Dimming the light we only read the top of the line with our sights

on feeding our lives without needing our hearts to keep beating.

Jesus spoke of our eyes being deceiving.

The LORD is no Homophobe, you’re just a

really slow philophobic agoraphobe.

Get your blurred picture out of the image.

The trail was the road and you flail unaware of focus.

If I said your “GOD” doesn’t accept full homosexuals

I’d be scorned knowing they’re performance

is surely fair purely they’re the only ones

open enough to be opened up, so;

why are our hearts closed, though?

A dark road i tread depths as i chart those bullies

A sharp blow by said throw of the dart pokes fully

A need to knead the knot so this religion isn’t…

Inconsistent, though GOD isn’t a texture.

I reckon you don’t question GOD

Unless we dredge a quest with our best guesses..

Its word is all it holds;

as we’re pierced with the High Sword, we’ve lost control.

Our loss of Love’s shredding apart our souls!

Man has become Humanity’s obstacle!

 

 

 

 

Southbound

Yes i walk through the valley with the shadows of death,

in their depths i hold no fear for what’s ahead.

I will fear no false statement and stand in light of truth.

I will walk through the depths of darkness, walking in my own heartfelt.

I could be foolish and believe whatever I’m told;

or, I can choose the other road to research and connect with my goal.

Contact with my soul.

If Joseph had a coat of many colors,

and, our televisions are lucid and vivid as well;

Why are we still seeing in BLACK and WHITE,

condemning our own brothers and sisters to Hell?

Is it a dedicated directional dwelling we’re sharing

or a prescription to sell?

You teach love while starving the homeless child you feed once a week,

and make them believe they’re fasting.

How much longer will your lying actions be lasting?

Amassing oceans of people flooding poverty,

the richest nation’s right as of now as pure as a colostomy.

Preach love spread hate; debacle debate distasteful innate.

Without revolution we can’t achieve evolution

so when will this pollution cease for a solution

if we keep producing negative influences

to constitute an illusion which nothing’s even proven?

We both know you get either love or hate,

which you choosing?

Ever wanted to time-travel?

We’re back in the 1980’s

and the world isn’t moving!

We deserve restitution.

But, we’re destitute; set to shoot a rock with a stick,

though, we got what we get.

That’s the problem we’re in.

Going in circles and starting to spin

into a spiral that will not ever end

if we can’t change the cycle we blend,

and dissolve into the film on top like the scum we’ve been.

Tell me again how I’m not making it in,

into Heaven dear brethren,

my head starts to spin,

cause i’m reeling, casting, asking

for fishers of men to blaspheme,

(if that’s what masses consider requests

asking practicing casters of judgement to deliver us with).

Remember to extend your hand,

as you dwell in the sound;

a bottomless well drowns in the downed pits of HELL you found:

Your reflection.

Friend, I walk across the bridge of fire in heaven,

without even looking down or back to ask forgiveness

I’d still assist you for us both to prevail.

If you weren’t a one sided believer casting rage for deceivers,

still saying GOD is LOVE; WHY would it HATE?

I stir the POT up to taste i’ve gotten this paste in my mouth now

for I’d like us to go North but we all ended up South bound.

  • 8-30/2014 Tyler Tucker

Reflections of a Psychopath through Broken Mirrors

Reflections of a Psychopath through Broken Mirrors

8-4-14 TET

I see it looking at me mangled on the floor. I wonder if what was seen was intimidating false ego…
What did I ever do to end up involved in this situation?
Infatuation, Inebriation, Intoxication, Provocation, any explanation would confirm my expectations for such motivation towards no hesitation.
This gives me a character they all portray and then it’s just like they can’t handle what they truly are…What is there to hide?
Deep inside these ancient minds they’re all still primitive except i find they perceive this disease such as times’ fallacy….
Mindless safety patrol childhood adults yell, “Stop!”, atop their lungs trying to memorize and enforce scribbled personified morals through commands grasp this steel death trap flash a badge; presuming their illusions of superiority aren’t inferior to me.. i seem to show their past, present, and future as they gaze into the screen. I don’t have the patience for this wing…. glazed spiral ham and collard greens in the background for the family dinner. The trophy case says this one’s a winner although if you’d cast your eyes to the truth that hides inside the back of the mirror in the liquor cabinet seeing clearer than the vodka this bomb’s missing its wick….I mean I personally don’t believe this fertilizer is holding Methane…..
There’s plenty of things to see at the mall as we Journeys our new shoes past Auntie Annies pretzel place to look for Spencers trying to find out the New Hot Topic would be Books A Million…It’s like I’m shattered but the fiberglass spreads honesty everywhere the air carries me as i bury deep within the next friend that uses me fluidly….i hold this translucent feeling throughout this coarse aluminum chrome painting, although we’re all composed of sand; maybe everything’s held under the magnifying glass.
justification left right wrong….