Prose Poem: lobotomy porn

Porn is a lobotomy/lust is a devil’s faucet/double pierced self-destruction/the inverted sacrificed virgin/re-ritualized altar/sadists brainwash torture/media portrays it as mainstream/replays it in endless loop of honey pot money shot/eyes memorize future brain signals/rewires it into it’s own repugnant shape/repetition causes desensitization to rape/validates it’s existence reprogramming us/with seemingly harmless/pink leopard fuzzy hand cuff kinky links.

Patterns becomes predictive/addictive and dumbing/desensitization is dullness/deadening expectation numbness/mocking the shock of cruelty/blurring blows of stocks and chains/leather whips and zippered crotches/gender bender carnivorous shows./Things have to progress in hyper leaps/more than before to re-jolt re-satisfy/shiny stilettos reboot excitement/adding more brutality malady/literal cages and holocaust animals/absurdity wow factor farther than before/it takes more ripped open guts/of sex gladiators to sacrifice/bathed in blood to un-bore us/we’re buried in body parts gore with no doors/corporations cross moral boundaries to electrocute us/through an electronic means/Didn’t you know they’re the creators of these/streaming chronic installments of deviation?

Technology has us by the balls/and ovaries screaming/deep in the stench of it/MCaffre the mega-rich dick who branded/the pseudo anti virus/he stockpiled on guns/and ate the shit of the native girls he paid for/he rebranded his useless software/and is making billions again./Images of rape are normalized to she wanted it/slaves are trafficked their bodies a commodity.

We are holy sacred travelers navigating through/god forsaken Hell of our own making/we are not soulless bodies to devour/that’s what they want us to become/like zombies/Anti-love matter shatters/the crystalline structure/our soul’s integrity/deadens with violence/even on silence the screams penetrate/atrocities are relabeled modern entertainment.

Dark occultists knew sex is a powerful force/magnetically capable of creating life/so they abused sex with ritual orgies/dissecting life to bow to their ego’s rule/Magic whether black or white/is manipulation of art and science/I’m not a fan of the magic man/I think that rigged game has a price on it/in the end is a fixed dice/no chance to win back your sold out life/Celebrities I’m talking to you/all our worshipped stars have fallen/I kind of feel sorry for them/their nightmares scales are calling/and hangman’s rope awaits them/in faked suicide, bribes and conspiracy?

Prostitution is the selling of your soul/to strangers possessed by serial killer ghosts/but Radical Feminists call it freedom/while dead bodies rot scattered in the deranged wilderness/even after death their corpses were defiled again by Bundy/in his death row conversations/he blamed pornography/and a evil voice inside his mind/Cops and immoral lawyers/laughed at his confession/as if it were a joke/A demonic force blackened/his beady preppie blue eyes/He looked like ex president George Bush Jr/especially when laughing/the same deviled eyes/and witchy pointed nose/wolf in nerdy bow tie clothes.

Curiosity snares us in/rubbernecking suppose/roadside accidents roadkill splatter/we’re afraid to die so we recreate it/in a real life horror show?!/Watching crime documentaries/thinking I can trace their tactics/but they’re everywhere costumed as:/doctors teachers counselors judges/crooked politicians started as crooked lawyers./Video games incubate the easy thrill of killing/CGI gets more realistic more sadistic/watching is participating in silence/passivity teaches us compliance/porn is legalized voyeurism/free anytime anywhere supports addiction/they made it free for a reason/to reframe your mind to the slave hive station/the peeping Tom binoculars of staged and recorded/soft focus then gaged and engorged.

The reptilian brain fight or flight powers on/hungry for malleable organs/Blood thirsty while already drenched/porn isn’t play fantasy/isn’t innocent fun/it irreversibly rewires/damages our psyche/makes our souls plunge into darkness.

Soul remembrance is sexual union/is the ultimate connection to life/the deepest mirror reflection of another

Pornography is the debasement of our natural state./Females are disembodied in predatory camera angles/serial killer channel for condoned hatred/whether willing or forced/bodies are objectified/camera raped for money.

I used to think it was about free choice/as long as no one’s getting hurt I thought/it was nobody’s business/but now I can connect the coercive dots/now I see the sexual grooming propaganda/Porn’s agenda is desensitization to violence and deviation/choking, humiliating and violating/isn’t harmless tongue in cheek frivolity/it’s unapologetic misogyny/twisted viewers re-enact what they spy/seeing is believing in the church of the sex trade money.

The psycho serial killers were homegrown/porn fueled their addiction to burrow prison shacks/shipping container hovels, slave dungeons/soundproofed and isolated their victims underground/they went past fantasy as their new norm/even fathers did that to their daughters/Google it and vomit./I’m not a prude because I’m not a radical feminist/I’m a regular feminist and I choose to tell this truth.

Sex is not mere exercise or excuse/not a game of conquest ego stride/not a hunter prey contest ride/One night stands are abortions of trust./Sex should never be creepy./Connecting with the inner divine/wakes up our infinite minds/Love is the goal/not superficial filmed pretend/not materialistic animalized hunger/true animals know much better than us stupids.

Human perverts ridicule/the sanctuary of good/Why is there so much hatred in this world/de-evolved predator prey is that why?/Because we humans have not yet grown/beyond the wicked urge to destroy the beautiful/Love is not concerned with/advantage or ego/or escaping what’s real/What’s here is us in miniature/microscopic beings in the/grander unimaginable scheme/We are the tiniest of specks/in the unknown multiverse/random miracles/infantile maniacs/housed in uninitialized perfection.

Love is a mirror gazing truth/that guides you to yourself/It’s not a drag queen fish net/run on crossover stockings/fuckadelic drug of forgetting/How much distraction can we swallow/regretting curse of lust is love in reverse./Snake charming lust in the innocent garden/mythical Adam blamed scapegoated Eve then and now/so much jealousy still of earth mothers’ ability to birth./So chain her up in slaughterhouse media/generations of this idiotic evil./Take off the techie blinders/I think we need to start it all over/reclaim that sex isn’t the problem/mutilation of sex is/Trust is the true spirit of home./Love wake us up while we can reform/remembering ourselves as sacred miracles reborn.

3 thoughts on “Prose Poem: lobotomy porn

  1. We learn what love is after we lose the hunger of the flesh. Ancient writer name John Dryden wrote. Best way to lose sin, is to accomplish the act. Make the sin less important. I liked your honest thoughts. I believe we can find love. Need someone with same goals and in same place in life.

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    1. Thanks John for your thoughts too. I think some get wiser from experience, and I agree with Dryden to an extent, but I think some don’t stop “sinning” after doing, they escalate to more. I’ve been thinking about media’s powerful subversive influence on our psyche, it’s becoming my pet obsession. I see media as the corporations’ propaganda vehicle. I’m settling in now to finding peace with my solitude lately, but I also think companionship is good for the soul.

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