painted poetry complete with murder in side me super calafragilisticexpealadochus gang green and meat grinders!

black, yellow, red, and blue the colors of the murder inside me

the beast slowly consuming my dreams and hopes as the memories reappear

meat grinders

people slowly are dragged away as this land is no longer

 supercalafragilisticexpealadochus and is left to gang green

meat grinders

they came from the hills destroying the suburban people

putting the bodies through they're snarling teeth turning them into bloody wood chips

meat grinders

i only hoped they would go easy on the children but they didn't

they gave them gang green and tickled them until they were stumps

meat grinders

i watched as the euphoria of Pitts Burg was destroyed in front of my eyes




they ate all of the cosmo magazines and burned our vitamin water and soda




meat grinders








i feel jumping into a meat grinder as an emotion, am i crazy




 or was it the meat grinders that made me this way




meat grinders

Flanders field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow (1)
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

in this poem it stirs up lots of conflict because it has soldiers in a cemetery the had lived only a couple of days ago. i assume that these people were killed in action but they may have died in an accident. it talks about fond memories of their lives before they died. if i were the person who wrote this poem i would include family members and memories of them and have final words to them. the narrator was a soldier in the battle  in which he and his con rads died in.he speaks of memories that he now cherishes because he can no longer see them. this character reminds me of someone very wise who once made a wrong decision and suffered greatly for it. the poem also ends with a peaceful ending and an image of peace and calmness. i guess that this symbolizes happiness the ending and peace in going to the next world.

the city of glass #2

  Clary the main character in the story has met her mother who is now well and in Idris with after recovering from  a drugged sleep. Clary has just found out that her supposed "brother is actually not related to her but a family friends. see that seems fine but the baby was cut out of his mothers stomach before she died at nine months pregnant. First of all that is just sick and cannot be redeemed but this was Clary's father the evil antagonist valentine who experimented on his own children with demon and angel blood.

  I can connect to this because i have seen the movie the x-files 2 which is about a guy who cuts off peoples body parts for another guy who has lung cancer. It's the same sort of experimental jist but worse in a way. Is it ever okay to ever experiment on your own children before they are born? My answer to that question is no and i don't get why any father would be able to harm their own unborn child that they are going to nurture and take care of.

  Valentine answer is that he wants to create a super race of people that will be able to do much more than any normal shadow hunter would be able to do. This reminds me of world war two and the nazi regime and how they experimented on their captives for their own safety. except this is not for his own safety this for Valentines self gain.