Category: dark poetry

  • Dogs of War Are Howling

    Dogs of War Are Howling

    NATO troops walk near burning NATO supply trucks after, what police officials say, was an attack by militants in the Torkham area near the Pakistani-Afghan in Nangarhar Province June 19, 2014. According to officials on Thursday, at least 37 trucks belonging to NATO forces were destroyed after three suicide bombers targeted the NATO supply trucks, with two civilians wounded in the attack. REUTERS/ Parwiz (AFGHANISTAN – Tags: CIVIL UNREST POLITICS MILITARY TPX IMAGES OF THE DAY) – RTR3UKDU

    Dogs of War are Howling and other poems were published earlier in Synchronized chaos. I wrote the poem, “Dogs of War are Howling” in 2003, and updated it in 2017.

    SYNCHRONIZED CHAOS.

    Poetry from Jake Cosmos Aller

    The Dogs of War are Howling

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free
    Of their cage

    And are out
    Howling at the moon

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free

    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages

    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction they saw
    They knew soon

    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos
    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows

    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled

    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    The war machines
    Came to life

    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    And the rest of the world
    Shuddered
    At the thought of what was yet to be

    Satan on the other hand
    Was happy as can be

    With the evil shit
    That was going down

    He smiled
    Patted his hell hounds
    And told his dogs

    The war to end all wars
    Armageddon is upon us my friend

    Soon, mankind will know
    The face of absolute evil

    And they will love it
    When I take over

    The armies prepare
    The bombers prepare

    And the dogs of war
    Are happy
    Unleashed to do their mischief

    And soon millions may die
    And the pits of hell
    Will open up

    And the judgement day
    May be upon us all

    Madness descends upon the land
    The fog of hate envelops us all

    And reason and civilization
    Fall away

    As the Dogs of War
    And their minions
    Take over the minds of man

    And the end of the world
    And the beginning of the end times
    Come upon us all

    The usual lies descend upon the world
    Kim Jong Un is evil personified

    He must be destroyed over there
    Before he can destroy us over here

    The lies continue unabated
    And Kim plays along
    With each day unleashing another threat

    With Trump and his minions
    Responding in time

    Saying the time for talk is over
    The time for robust action is here

    The machinery of war
    Once unleashed
    Can’t easily be stopped

    There is a certain cruel logic
    That demands that the war go on

    And people die
    And people suffer

    And the US goes bankrupt
    Morally and fiscally

    And the evil that men do
    Goes on and on and on

    But the war machine must be fed
    The munitions makers must be paid

    As each million-dollar missile is launched
    Millions more are made

    And the corporations
    Think of the endless profits
    To be made

    Every time they kill
    With the war machines

    But who cares about the victims
    They are nothing but collateral damage

    Who cares about the soldiers
    Nothing but cannon fodder

    Who gives a damn
    About the dead
    They are dead and gone

    Just think about the profits
    Think about the profits

    Satan is happy
    The dogs of war are free at last

    Idiots in High Places

    this poem has been published in a number of other sites.

    Many years ago
    I was amazed to find
    So many idiots in high places
    All over the world

    Senators, congressmen
    Office directors
    Presidents
    Corporation CEO’s

    All were idiots
    Completely stupid

    People who should have known
    A thing or so
    because they should have seen a thing or so

    and yet these idiots in high places
    would reveal their total ignorance

    every time they opened their mouth
    or tweet or email their profoundly wrong thoughts

    and it never ceased to amaze me
    that few ever challenged these idiots

    few ever said but you are wrong
    or you don’t have a clue

    and these idiots caused so much damage
    to those around them
    to the country and the world

    and now we have the idiot in chief
    in charge of the richest most powerful country
    the world has ever known

    and I wonder how in a country of 350 million people
    we ended up with such an idiot in charge

    But the idiots in high places phenomenon
    Exists everywhere

    Corporations made stupid decisions
    Countries make incredibly bad decisions

    All traced back to idiots in high places
    And these idiots in high places
    Can’t hide their ignorance and pure stupidity

    They can’t pretend anymore
    In a world of 24/7 constant news
    The idiots every pronouncement
    Fills the airways 24/7

    And the only people who know better
    Are too afraid to say what they know

    That the idiot in high place
    Is an idiot
    and is destroying the world

    and so, we doomed to die
    due to the idiot in high places

     
    Masters of the Universe

    this poem also has been published in a number of sites.

    The earth has been invaded
    By hideous blood sucking vampires
    Disgusting vile alien creatures
    Devoid of all compassion
    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe
    These psychopathic monsters
    Are everywhere
    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures
    Everyone is nothing but a commodity
    These alien monsters
    Worship the god of the market
    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave
    To see these people in action

    Delta airlines
    Facing the worst hurricane in world history
    Decided that the expeditated thing to do
    Was raise prices 600 percent

    Instead of doing the right thing
    The compassion thing
    The human thing of offering free flights to all

    Delta executives thus demonstrated
    That they are no longer human

    But greed driven monsters
    As are all the other soulless automatons
    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day
    Jesus will come back
    And smite these motherfuckers
    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray
    For our deliverance from such evil
    From the soulless evil masters of the universe
    Who have taken over the planet

    When Will This Madness End?

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    first published in Poetry24
    poetry24 poems

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 60 people injuring hundreds
    In Las Vegas, Sin City

    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy

    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    And there is nothing we can do
    It is like the weather
    Bad shit happens

    Guns are the price of our freedom
    Guns Don’t Kill People
    The only solution is more guns for everyone

    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a gun guy with a gun?
    An armed society is a polite society

    And people need assault weapons
    To go deer hunting

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
    We must confiscate the guns
    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world
    Where such carnage does not occur

    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again
    Until the end of time

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers
    And why is it that they are almost all
    White men with a grievance

    And almost never crazed Islamic terrorists
    Or black people
    Or women

    Why do they act the way they do
    Is it just the mindless violence
    That surrounds us all

    Violence is as American
    As Apple Pie

    The TV and movie purveyors
    Of pornographic violence

    The pornographic display of violence
    That washes across us every day
    The 8,000 murders we have seen
    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply
    That killers can easily
    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here
    The negligent parents
    The overworked schools

    The soulless corporate world
    That treats everyone like disposable commodities

    The lack of human connection
    Maybe even the lack of God

    The police department
    Who think it is open season
    On black Americans

    Killing them with impunity
    Because they can

    And the gun sellers
    The NRA and their brain dead
    Captured politicians

    Who block all gun control legislation
    And even in the face of this carnage
    Want to make it easier to buy guns

    Even though 95 percent of Americans
    Want to end the gun show loophole
    Requiring background checks on all purchasers

    The NRA will prevent this measure
    And that measure
    And defend the right of the terrorist
    On the no fly list
    To be able to buy a gun

    Nothing will change
    Until we conflict the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Despite all our efforts
    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men
    Who want to shoot and kill
    Who have somehow lost
    Their essential humanity

    Lao Tzu said
    The more laws there are
    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer
    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

    If Satan lives on
    He is laughing
    All the way to the proverbial bank

    If God lives on
    He is ruing the day
    He created Mankind

    And the carnage will go on and on and on
    Until the day emerges
    When we all proclaim

    Enough, no more
    The killing, hatred and violence
    Will stop

    No More will our people
    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough
    Until then we will all suffer
    The wrath of the killer gun men
    In our midst.

    End of the World Blues

    californa wild fires
    A motorists on Highway 101 watches flames from the Thomas fire leap above the roadway north of Ventura, Calif., on Wednesday, Dec. 6, 2017. As many as five fires have closed highways, schools and museums, shut down production of TV series and cast a hazardous haze over the region. About 200,000 people were under evacuation orders. No deaths and only a few injuries were reported. (AP Photo/Noah Berger)

    The heat is simply malevolent today
    As if the very fires of hell were burning bright
    In anger at the idiots in high places

    That have so destroyed God’s wonderful creation
    Turning it into Hell on Earth

    It’s been hotter than this, I know,
    and maybe it’s just the angle of the sun,

    but there’s a deeply harsh quality to it.
    As the world burns up
    And the end of the world approaches

    The wind is blowing hard off the hills
    and visions of a great fire 26 years ago
    are spiking in my memory.

    People are reacting badly to this weather
    The commute in was hellish

    Every seemed to be speeding way
    above the speed limit.
    Driven mad by the heat and the wind

    There were multiple stalls and accidents.
    People were cutting each other off
    and road raging in the extreme.

    Every man woman and child
    Was out for blood that day

    I was missed by inches twice
    by huge pickup trucks cutting me off.

    There are more street people
    acting aggressively near the campus,
    barking and yelling and stalking around.

    Completely lost in their own world
    Sensing that the end of the world is near

    Students in the hallway
    aren’t chatting with each other.

    Everyone seems irritated
    and haunted.

    Afraid that the end of the world
    Is upon us all

    The pool was a cool, silent refuge
    from all of this for an hour,

    but the brassy relentless
    assault of the afternoon’s heat
    bore down on me

    just beat me down
    as I walked back to the office.

    I hope the day passes quickly,
    and no new fires start,
    and we all get home safe.

    From Ned Garret’s FB posting:

    Has anyone else notice that the heat is simply malevolent today? It’s been hotter than this, I know, and maybe it’s just the angle of the sun, but there’s a deeply harsh quality to it. The wind is blowing hard off the hills and visions of 26 years ago are spiking in my memory. People are reacting badly to this weather. The commute in was frightening in spots. Every other driver seemed to be speeding way above the speed limit. There were multiple stalls and accidents. People were cutting each other off and road raging in the extreme. I was missed by inches twice by huge pickup trucks cutting me off. There are more street people acting aggressively near the campus, barking and yelling and stalking around. Students in the hallway aren’t chatting with each other. Everyone seems irritated and haunted.

    The pool was a cool, silent refuge from all of this for an hour, but the brassy assault of the afternoon just beat me down as I walked back to the office. I hope the day passes quickly, and no new fires start, and we all get home safe.

    Comments

    While I acknowledge that “Dogs of War” in some ways reflects the grim scenarios currently at play in our shared world, I haven’t yet given up hope that the crumbling of the existing order we are witnessing might also represent the chaotic transition to a new and (hopefully, eventually) brighter future…if only because it’s difficult to live in despair.

    Also, when it comes to destroying the world, let’s not forget that we of USA are more capable of nuclear destruction than North Korea. Our arsenal is larger.
    Congratulations on your vivid poetic imagery. Keep writing.

    synchochaos.com

  • Reflections on the Passing of the Years

    Reflections on the Passing of the Years

    these are my reflections on the passing of the years

    Worst Year Ever

    2017 How Much I despise You
    Following 2016 the second worst year ever
    Will 2018 be any better ?

    And what we have suffered
    The darkness settles on the land
    Like a curse on the land

    As our mad demented senile dotard king wannabe
    Struts about the worlds stage
    Ushering Americas inevitable decline

    As America’s foes and friends wonder
    Has America gone mad
    Turing over ultimate power to this man
    A con man narcistic criminal

    Self proclaimed smartest man in the room
    In reality a clueless reality TV hustler
    Whose sell by date has expired

    As he tries to make America great again
    For white Christian men

    The rest of the country struggles
    To cope with the ever declining standard of living

    The 1 percent loved the stock market
    Love the dismantling of the regulatory state
    The corporate tax cuts

    and the coming plunder of the land
    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?

    While the rest of the world
    Embraces the energy of the future
    And this great denier of the truth
    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
    As long as we have one another

    The darkness will come
    But it will go away someday soon
    The great American nightmare will be over

    This is what I pray for 2018
    The end of the darkness
    that consumes our land
     
    COSMIC CALENDAR

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    calendar months

    January

    January arrives cold as death warmed over
    As I make my annual list of resolutions
    Of the great things I would do

    The lies I tell myself to keep me going
    While recovering from the hangover of the year before
    With regrets for the evitable passing of time itself

    And snow bound cold nights of wild passion
    As we delay death’s knocking on the door

    February

    February is a strange month
    Cold, short and eventful

    In the U.S. The political season heats up
    As politicians rush about

    Making their campaign lies
    Full of promises of things to come

    As we the 99 % huddle down inside
    Watching the lies on TV

    Outside Winter’s last dying breath

    March

    March roars in full of sound and furry
    Signifying the future marching down upon us all

    And March madness hits the sports world
    And politicians meet to plot and scheme

    As we bravely battle the cosmic elements
    Waiting for the promised spring

    Hay fever greets me
    With the early spring flowers

    April

    April is indeed the cruelest month of all
    So many important events occurred

    Kim Il Sung’s Birthday, Hitler’s Birthday
    And in the U.S. the dreaded tax man cometh

    To take it all away as the flowers overwhelm
    And Spring Fever takes hold

    Driving us all mad
    With strange erotic desires

    May

    May is in many ways
    My second favorite month of all
    The flowers are blooming bright

    The mountains are aflame with desire
    The summer heat is coming

    The plans for the year are coming along
    The political campaigns heat up
    And good movies come out

    Star wars arrived
    Spider man and superman and batman

    All came out to play
    In late May

    And baseball begins in earnest
    And most importantly

    My wife was born

    June

    June is always a month of transition
    End of the school year

    Summer transfer season
    People leaving people coming

    Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
    And wars starting and people dying

    As fire flies buzz about
    And rabbits eat my garden

    As the summer heat descends upon the land
    I walk late at night

    Recalling that Watergate
    Occurred in June

    July

    July is the queen of the summer season
    As she heats up the land

    Throwing storm after summer storm
    And politicians run away
    After the July forth fireworks

    Man landed on the moon
    Richard Nixon Left the White House

    And we all know that half the year
    Has flown by

    August

    So much has happened
    During the hottest most hellish of months

    Despite the summer sauna that descends upon the land
    Enervating all driving people mad with the heat

    World War 1 started
    World War 11 ended
    Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

    Hurricanes Katrina and Harvey
    And tornado ally
    All roar down upon the land

    And I met the love of my life
    Getting off a bus
    One August evening

    September

    What can one say about September
    Like June a month of transitions

    And one is filled with ambition
    Wanting to finish up what one started

    Before the fall arrives
    And Winter is hinting it is coming

    School starts
    New jobs start

    New people come into one’s life
    And like August’s hangover

    Big earth shattering events happen
    The fall of the stock market

    The housing bubble bursting
    The endless budget games

    As the politicians argue
    Whether to bankrupt the country
    To make a political point or two

    And 9-11 terrorizing the world
    All September’s gifts to the land

    October

    October is my favorite month of all
    The leaves turn

    The weather is usually delightful
    Just a tease of the coming winter

    Fall ball season underway
    Baseball games and Halloween madness
    ends the month with a huge bang

    And I celebrate my legal birth on the 29th
    Also the day I legally got married

    And on the October 30 1955 I was born
    And Rock n Roll was born as well

    Coincidence I think not

    November

    November is one of the strange months
    Begins like a hangover of October

    Then it turns ugly and weird
    Political fever hits the land

    Every two years
    As the people brave the early November chill

    To decide what fools they will send to DC
    The politicians lie and scheme and plot

    And beg and lie again
    And the world turns

    And the new leaders emerge
    Welcome the new Bosses

    Same as the old bosses
    Just new packaging

    And Donald Trump storms the barricades
    Threatening the establishment’s strangle hold
    On America and the world

    Yes November is a strange month

    December

    Perhaps the loneliness month of all
    The most consequential of all the months

    And yet also the most depressing end of time
    Kind of month

    If the apocalypse zombie or otherwise
    Were to occur

    It would be in December
    That is the sort of insane month it is

    The end of the year
    As darkness settles down on the land

    And holiday parties abound
    Full of false cheer

    And faked love
    And for those who don’t celebrate Christmas

    A lonely day perhaps at the movies
    A few awkward calls to the relatives

    Then New Years
    Watching the world end

    Drinking up a storm
    And knowing that the year ended

    And you are one step closer to the grave
     
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    POEM: FALLING RAIN

    rain end of the year
    rain falling

    The falling rain
    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread
    As I rush about

    And end up here
    Wherever here is

    The rain outside
    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit
    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love
    And failed dreams

    Wondering
    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right
    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens
    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world
    And the rain falls

    And I sit
    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams
    Dreaming of what
    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts
    And so I sit

    And dream the night away
    literary yard poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

  • The Dead Never Die on Facebook

    this is a poem about a common occurance in this digitalized age. I often receive face book friend requests from the dead, including my sister who died ten years ago. it seems that the dead Never Die on Facebook. It is very creepy but I have not yet contacted Face Book about it. One of these days, I will follow the advice listed in the link at the end of this poem and let Face Book know that she is no more among the living but on the other hand it is kind of nice she is living somewhere in Facebook’s computer memory banks.


    The Dead Never Die on Facebook

    In this day and age
    Of fake life and death

    The dead don’t die
    They live on in social media hell

    Spewing forth occasional
    fake friend requests
    from face book hell

    My sister died in 2007
    I still get monthly reminders
    From somewhere in Facebook hell

    A request to be a friend
    From my dear dead sister

    I never respond
    That would be too creepy

    If she responded
    From where ever
    Face book sent her

    So, my plea
    To Mr. Zuckerberg

    Please Sir
    Allow the dead to die

    Send them to their just resting places
    And remove them from Facebook

    And discontinue
    Their fake friend requests
    That is just too creepy

    I notice that sometimes
    You create an memorial page
    For the recently departed

    But you have not cleaned
    Up your site

    The dead still prowl the corners
    Of fakebook

    With their creepy requests
    To be their friend

    Please sir
    Kill them off
    Let them rest in peace

    comment: not limited to Fake Book, I get daily requests from dead people on Linkinlin as well as Face book, Instagram etc. would be nice if FB could remove the dead from their site! really creepy to get requests to add my sister as a friend ten years after she died!

    from my “Fake Things” chapbook collection, a work in progress
    How 1 Billion People Are Coping With Death and Facebook

  • fake bacon and eggs

    fake bacon and eggs

    Poems about Fake Bacon and Eggs and other fake foods. Hmm hungry for the real thing yet?



    Fake Eggs

    I love real eggs
    From real chicken

    Preferably free range
    Vegetarian fed,
    No antibiotic feed

    No hormones added
    Non-caged chickens,
    allowed to roam about

    As God intended
    them to do

    Not locked up
    In chicken coop hell

    chicken

    But now
    We have so many choices

    We can have fake eggs
    Without any cholesterol
    Or yoke

    Tastes like real chicken eggs
    At least they claim

    But who knows what’s real
    Any more

    Can you trust
    The chicken is real?

     
    Fake Bacon

    It seems that bacon
    Has come back from the dead
    And is everywhere these days

    There is even bacon ice cream
    Bacon whiskey
    Bacon tacos

    Yeah, I love bacon
    But I don’t like the fake bacon

    You can get beef bacon
    Turkey bacon
    Tofu bacon

    All look like bacon
    Taste like bacon
    Cook like bacon
    Seems to be bacon

    But it is all sham
    Nothing real about it

    Just another fake healthy food
    In a long line
    Of fake food products

    Designed to get our money
    Out of our pockets
    And into their greedy little arms

    So, I resist
    I want the real deal

    I want bacon real bacon
    With my real eggs

    And if it means
    I am fated

    To die of a real heart attack
    At least I will die
    A real man

     
    Fake Tea

    Tea is another thing
    That seems to be fake
    These days

    All sorts of fake herbal teas
    Decafe teas
    Tea substitutes

    Tastes the same
    Looks the same
    But it is not the real deal

    Not really a cup of tea
    The British know a thing
    Or two
    About fake tea

    Been complaining about tea bags
    For centuries
    And that was the first fake tea

    110 Foods You’re Eating That Are Probably Fake

  • Poems About Fake Things Chapbook

    Poems About Fake Things Chapbook

    Poems About Fake Things

    updated with fresh index, audio and first poem, ‘Fake Things”. Foliate Oak Literary magazine will publish the poem in their next edition. Stay tuned, I will provide a link in due course.



    just an update. Foliate Literary Review has just published “Fake Things”
    foliate literary review

    These are my poems about fake things. By “fake things” I mean almost everything we find in this modern world because no one including me is the original product of nature. I wear glasses, dentures, and live in an artificial environment. just because something is fake does not make it evil or fraudulent but many fake things are fraudulent. This is especially true about fake food. Almost none of which with the possible exceptions of home made smoothies are better than the original product found in nature. and most are dreadful for you although scientifically designed to taste good. I know I used to eat Fast food until I woke up and realize that it was slowly killing me so I became much more conscious of my food intake – although I am not yet a vegan!

    and these poems are dark, cynical, poetic rants. Which makes me a fake person because in real life I am pretty content except for when I write! so in that sense I too am nothing but a fake person.

    some of these may be offensive to some people particularly the political and religious poems. In my opinion, all religious believe is fundamentally fake in the sense that religion is based on supernatural understandings of the world. People have a right to believe or not believe anything they want to and I am not trying to change peoples minds, just pointing out my opinions.

    these opinions are mine alone and do not reflect any of my prior employers.

    if some of these are offensive to you I apologize in advance. So read, enjoy I hope and send me your feedback.

    if you have your own examples I would be happy to add them to the final product. So here goes, my poems about Fake Things….

    photos


    picture of President Trump
    president trump
    photo of terminator AI robot
    BARCELONA, SPAIN – MAY 09: The Terminator robot is seen in the paddock following qualifying for the Spanish Formula One Grand Prix at the Circuit de Catalunya on May 9, 2009 in Barcelona, Spain. (Photo by Clive Mason/Getty Images)

    the rise of the facebook dead

    Audio Files (will update as I record them)


    updated index

    Fake Things
    Fake Things
    Fake People

    Fake People
    AI Created Fake People
    Fake Love
    Fake Life
    Fake Death
    Fake Souls
    Fake Jake
    Fake relationships
    Fake friends
    Fake laugher
    Fake crying

    Fake food
    Fake food
    Fake coffee
    Fake vegan meat
    Fake fish
    Fake Bread
    Fake Cheese
    Fake KFC
    Fake Mc Donald’s
    Fake healthy Food
    Fake Menus
    Fake Salt
    Fake cereal
    Fake ice cream
    Fake eggs
    Fake bacon
    Fake tea
    Fake booze
    Fake beer best beer in the world
    Fake rum best rum in the world
    Fake soju
    Fake malkali
    Fake kimchi- the kimchi-Kimuchi wars
    Fake vodka
     
    Fake appearances
    Fake appearances
    Fake hair
    Fake eyes
    Fake ears
    Fake faces
    Fake Teeth
    Fake Legs
    Fake knees
    Future of fake body parts
    Fake Hearts
     
    Fake Drugs

    Fake Drugs
    More on Fake Drugs
    Fake Weed

    Fake Art

    Fake writers
    Fake poets
    Fake artists
    Fake musicians

    Fake Sports

    Fake Wrestling
    Fake Falls in Soccer
    Fake Home runs – drug enhanced sports
    Robot Sports?

     
    Fake Politics
    Fake Politics
    Fake Solutions
    Fake Outrage
    Fake Denials
    Fake Apologies
    Fake Cops
    Fake news
    Fake Voting Scams
    Fake Presidents
    Fake Human- Alien Shape Shifting Lizards
    Fake Humans – Coming of the Clones
    Fake Humans -Designer Babies
    Fake Humans – AI Decides to Kill All Humans

    Fake Gods

    Fake Gods
    Fake War on Christmas
    Fake War on Christianity
    Fake Prophets
    Fake business
    Fake Products Conquer the World
    Fake Business
    Fake clothes
    Fake shoes
    Fake bags
    Fake watches
    Fake car parts
    Fake Visas
    Fake Marriages
    Fake Divorces
    Fake Deaths
    Fake computers
    Fake phones
    Fake marriage videos
    Fake videos
    Deep Fake
    Fake Calls
    Fake Real Estate Ads – True story
    Fake Builders
    Fake drivers
    Fake lawyers

    Other fake Things

    Fake mosquitos
    Fake Science

    Fake Promises
    Fake Sincerity
    Fake promises
    Fate Praise
    Fake beginnings
    Fake endings

    the first lead poem follows:

    Fake Things
    Fake Things
    Fake People

    Fake People
    AI Created Fake People
    Fake Love
    Fake Life
    Fake Death
    Fake Souls
    Fake Jake
    Fake relationships
    Fake friends
    Fake laugher
    Fake crying

    Fake food
    Fake food
    Fake coffee
    Fake vegan meat
    Fake fish
    Fake Bread
    Fake Cheese
    Fake KFC
    Fake Mc Donald’s
    Fake healthy Food
    Fake Menus
    Fake Salt
    Fake cereal
    Fake ice cream
    Fake eggs
    Fake bacon
    Fake tea
    Fake booze
    Fake beer best beer in the world
    Fake rum best rum in the world
    Fake soju
    Fake malkali
    Fake kimchi- the kimchi-Kimuchi wars
    Fake vodka
     
    Fake appearances
    Fake appearances
    Fake hair
    Fake eyes
    Fake ears
    Fake faces
    Fake Teeth
    Fake Legs
    Fake knees
    Future of fake body parts
    Fake Hearts
     
    Fake Drugs

    Fake Drugs
    More on Fake Drugs
    Fake Weed

    Fake Art

    Fake writers
    Fake poets
    Fake artists
    Fake musicians

    Fake Sports

    Fake Wrestling
    Fake Falls in Soccer
    Fake Home runs – drug enhanced sports
    Robot Sports?

     
    Fake Politics
    Fake Politics
    Fake Solutions
    Fake Outrage
    Fake Denials
    Fake Apologies
    Fake Cops
    Fake news
    Fake Voting Scams
    Fake Presidents
    Fake Human- Alien Shape Shifting Lizards
    Fake Humans – Coming of the Clones
    Fake Humans -Designer Babies
    Fake Humans – AI Decides to Kill All Humans

    Fake Gods

    Fake Gods
    Fake War on Christmas
    Fake War on Christianity
    Fake Prophets
    Fake business
    Fake Products Conquer the World
    Fake Business
    Fake clothes
    Fake shoes
    Fake bags
    Fake watches
    Fake car parts
    Fake Visas
    Fake Marriages
    Fake Divorces
    Fake Deaths
    Fake computers
    Fake phones
    Fake marriage videos
    Fake videos
    Deep Fake
    Fake Calls
    Fake Real Estate Ads – True story
    Fake Builders
    Fake drivers
    Fake lawyers

    Other fake Things

    Fake mosquitos
    Fake Science

    Fake Promises

    Fake Sincerity
    Fake promises
    Fate Praise
    Fake beginnings
    Fake endings

  • “Strangeness in the Air”

    “Strangeness in the Air”

    Strangeness in the Air

    My poem, “Strangeness in the Air”, has been published by Scars TV in their literary calendar for 2018. “Strangeness in the Air” appears on the November 3, 2019 entry.

    Details follow:

    Hi there from Scars Publications – we wanted to let you know that Scars Publications released a 2019 weekly literary date book. On the right-hand side of every open set of pages in the book is a week of the 2019 calendar year (from 12/23/18 through 1/4/20), and on the left-hand side of every page (and sometimes at the bottom of right-hand page weeks with the beginnings or endings of the month leaving space) there is room for short poetry, micro-prose and artwork chosen from 2018 issues of cc&d magazine and Down in the Dirt magazine. Since your material was chosen (both writing and select artwork was chosen to be included) from the past year of accepted materials for inclusion in this annual literary date book, we wanted to let you know about this brand-new annual collection book is titled “2019 literary review date book”! Links to see all of chosen writers and artists (and the titles of their work) in “the 2019 literary review date book”: scars TV literary calendar for 2019

    Scars TV Literary Calendar 2019

    (for November 3, 2019)

    Strangeness in the Air

    There is strangeness in the air
    A sense of cosmic Unease
    Hangs silently in the Purple Crystalline Sky

    America woke up

    and decided
    to quit
    following like lemmings
    over the Clift

    As the Pied Piper chants

    image of pied piper
    pied piper says stay the course

    stay the course, stay the course
    we were like lemmings
    dying to save his wounded pride

    Today there is that strange difference
    in the Air

    As Americans woke up
    and threw off
    their chains of fear

    Down in the Dirty also published my poem, “My Name Is Nobody” in their anthology, “Natural Light”

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    My Name is Nobody

    My name, it is Nobody
    No one cares who I am
    I am just a nameless clone
    In the cold unfeeling bureaucracy

    Just one of the army
    Of civilians who flood into and out of the city
    Every day

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber
    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

    Just a grey suited cog in the machinery
    And no one cares
    No one knows who I really am

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

    Just the way this modern world
    All shred of humanity
    Crushed beneath the cruel wheel of society

    In the cold harsh world
    There is no room anymore
    For true human feelings

    We are just robots, clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

    writing by jake cosmos aller

  • Howling at the Blood Moon

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    In honor of the blood wolf moon January 20-21, 2019 here are my “lunatic poems”. and links to various sites which discuss whether the blood moon is a harbinger of impending doom. I leave that you to you to decide….

    These are updates to my earlier postings.

    here is the audio version


    here are some articles on the deeper significance of the blood moon according to right right Christian sources.
    why CHristian pastors fear-january-blood-moon

    https://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/1052287/Blood-Moon-2019-lunar-eclipse-end-of-world-impending-doom-world-bible-prophecy

    blood moon coming what you need to know

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    Here then are my howling at the Blood Moon poems. The first three were published in Two Drops of Ink.

    1. Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon
    2. Howling at The Moon
    3. Lunatic Howling at the Moon
    3. One Crazy Day
    4. Full Moon Lunacy

    Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon

    On a moonlit late night
    I sat in a bar
    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    Just an unhinged lunatic
    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by
    Looking at all the fine looking babes

    Walking by the street
    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar
    Walked the most beautiful women

    In the Universe
    So wild, so free
    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do
    As this vision of delight
    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin-tight leather pants
    Looked so fine
    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally, I had to say something
    So I gathered up my manly courage
    And walked up to her

    And she looked at me
    And instantly bewitched my soul
    With a devilish grin

    I lost all reason
    And became a raving lunatic
    Unhinged lunatic
    Howling at the moon

    Foaming at the mouth
    A wild, free werewolf
    Howling at the lunatic light
    Of the full Moon

    Howling At The Moon

    I stood outside
    Between the trees
    In a field
    On the outside of town

    Beneath the lunatic rays
    Of the blood red full moon

    The lunatic lights of the moon
    Casts a wild primeval glow
    On me

    The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
    The wild beast within
    Escapes it chain

    And I howl with delight
    A werewolf
    Free at last

    To run amuck
    Free of its civilized restrains
    Throwing off its clothes
    Stripping naked

    Running wild
    Naked and free
    A wild man
    Enjoying his freedom

    Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    As I sit
    Under the lunatic light of the full moon
    Of the blood-red lights of the moon

    Full of wild passions
    The lustful beast stirs again

    And starts running and running
    Howling at the moon

    Riding into the new dawn
    On a demented Harley Davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun
    90 miles per second
    At the speed of thought

    He disappears into the lunatic light
    Of the full moon

    And I wake up
    Alone in my bed
    Saying, man, that was quite a night
    I better not go there again

    The wild beast
    Laughs
    He has heard that before

    And I join him
    In howling at the moon

    One Crazy Night

    one crazy moonlit night
    I could not get to sleep
    At all

    I looked up
    Looked out at the window
    At the full blood moon
    Saw by its lunatic light

    Your face
    Was in the moon

    And I looked up
    At the light
    That crazy light
    And dreamed

    I was with you
    Again

    And I woke up
    Again
    And I woke up
    Alone in my bed

    Dreaming dark dreams
    Of You
    Wishing it were
    Other than it was

    All alone
    All alone again
    In this world

    Full Moon Lunacy

    The Full Moon hangs
    In the evening sky

    Huge, heavy and full of mystery
    It almost looks like it will fall
    Out of the sky

    The full moon brings out
    The lunatics to run amuck
    Howling at the light of the moon

    The full moon inspires lustful thoughts
    And wild erotic imaginings
    And dark secret desires

    As the lunatic light of the full moon
    Causes civilized people
    To lose themselves
    And embrace their inner wild child

    And so, I stare
    At the lunatic light
    Of the full moon

    And howl like an escaped banshee
    Howling at the moon

  • Down in the Dirt Poems

    Down in the Dirt has published a number of my poems in 2017 and 2018. Check it out.

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    And Other Poems

    By Jake Cosmos Aller

    Published in Down in the Dirt

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
    On the metro ride home
    Listening to Buddha bar music
    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams
    And went down a different path
    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    But I am now also a bureaucrat
    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business
    Working for the Government
    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder
    Would I have been better off
    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up
    Somewhere else
    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy
    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies
    The longing in my heart
    For that wild thing
    That still lurks beneath
    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still
    A mad poet at heart
    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path
    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life
    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

    Order this writing in the book
    Negative Space
    (the 2017 poetry, flash fiction
    & art collection anthology)

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    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    In the fall weather
    As I walk amid the falling leaves
    I see the signs everywhere

    Of the fall of America
    The once great and mighty Empire
    Everywhere signs of the fall appear

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

    Death, destruction and random acts of chaos
    Are all around us
    Surrounding us with visions of doom

    Nothing can stop the bloodletting
    No one seems to be in charge

    As the leaves fall
    And the darkness descends
    The fall of America continues

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    My Name Is Nobody

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    My name, it is Nobody
    No one cares who I am
    I am just a nameless clone
    In the cold unfeeling bureaucracy

    Just one of the army
    Of civilians who flood into and out of the city
    Every day

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber
    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

    Just a grey suited cog in the machinery
    And no one cares
    No one knows who I really am

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

    Just the way this modern world
    All shred of humanity
    Crushed beneath the cruel wheel of society

    In the cold harsh world
    There is no room anymore
    For true human feelings

    We are just robots, clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

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    Strangeness in the Air

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    There is a strangeness in the air
    A sense of cosmic unease
    Hangs silently in the purple crystalline sky

    America woke up
    And decided it was time
    To quit following like lemmings
    Over the Clift

    As the pied piper chants
    Stay the course, stay the course
    We were like lemmings following him
    Dying to save his wounded pride

    Today there is that strange difference
    In the air
    As Americans woke up
    And threw off their chains of fear

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    “My name is Nobody” and, “Strageness in the Air”

  • Ugly Writer Publishes ” Sleaze” Poems

    Ugly Writer Publishes ” Sleaze” Poems

    The Ugly writer publishes “Sleze” Poems

    “SLeze” poetry by Jake Cosmos Aller

    the Ugly Writer has published a number of my poems including my poems about “Sleaze” and “Searching for God”


    Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world
    Embraces the energy of the future

    Our great denier of the truth

    picture of President Trump
    president trump

    wants to boldly take America back
    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome
    The darkness will flee the land

    It Has Been Done Before

    Before Trump’s Wall
    There were many other walls

    trump's sleazy wall
    trump’s wall

    The Berlin Wall
    The Great Wall
    Hadrian’s Wall

    All the walls of the ancient world
    All failed
    To keep the enemies out

    The enemies of freedom
    The enemies of the state

    Still came across the border
    To loot, steal, rape and plunder

    And nothing could stop
    The flood of history

    The Grim Reaper Is late

    the grim reaper
    is late
    he is behind his quota

    so he unleashes
    the ravens of death

    the ravens of despair
    the ravens of madness

    they spread out
    all over the world

    infecting all
    with madness

    as the world descends
    consumed by hate

    the grim reaper
    smiles his sardonic grin

    thinking of all the souls
    he will harvest that day

    as he carries out
    the mandate
    of his satanic majesty

    The House of the Damned

    deep in the woods
    in the swamps of the deepest bayou

    lies an old abandoned cabin
    few have ever visited

    it looks long abandoned
    but there are stories

    legends
    of a creature
    from beyond time itself

    who lives deep in the swamp
    devouring everything he comes across

    But he hungers for human flesh
    once in a while

    he keeps a human slave
    who goes into town

    and drums up business
    for his master

    the hunters are recruited
    and they are brought to the house

    where they are commissioned
    to go into the woods

    and hunt down prisoners
    and shoot them dead

    and bring back the bodies
    for the bounty

    and the hunt is on
    and the prisoners are caught

    and the monster of the deep swamps
    has a feast

    and the hunters
    are added to the fire

    a few are left alive
    zombies under his control

    and so the house of the dead
    continues to haunt

    the deep swamps

    Searching for God

    a homeless man

    camped out
    on the streets
    of any city

    just another broken down soul
    looking for something

    and then I see him
    painting the face of God
    on the ground

    and I know
    that God is everywhere

    and sometimes
    only the down and out
    can see and feel God

    The rest of us
    are blind to the divine

    SLEAZE

    Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze
    Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze
    Nothing but Sleaze
    Surrounds me 24/7

    S

    L

    E

    A

    Z

    E

    Led by the evil Sleaze King
    King Donald Trump
    the one true sleaze King
    The Sleaze King from TV

    Are we doomed to live
    In a world run by sleaze kings
    And ruled by sleaze values

    Are we addicted to sleaze
    And need our sleaze fix daily

    As we turn on the sleaze TV
    And see nothing but sleaze

    Oozing out of our TV sets?

    SLEAZE 2

    Sleaze surrounds us 24/7
    Lots of sleaze on the TV
    Everywhere we go nothing but sleaze
    All the time 24/7 sleaze rules the air
    Zappa had it right calling it the slime
    Everything is nothing but slime oozing out of our TV’s

    They are Next God Says

    God is in his cosmic control room
    The ultimate situation room

    Where here he watches over mankind 24/7
    One day he reads

    About protesters
    Protesting the operation
    of Emergency helicopters

    Because they’re too noisy
    they stir up dust
    and damage their properties

    And are just inconvenient as hell
    just too bloody inconvenient

    the protestors are demanding
    that the helicopters be grounded

    Disregarding the fact
    That they save lives
    Given the hellish traffic conditions

    God is furious at the callous attitude
    The casual disregard for human life
    And the pettiness of the protesters

    He calls up his chief angels
    And reads them the recent articles

    All of the angels
    Are furious at the callous attitudes of the protesters

    God calls the grim reaper
    His contractor who handles the details of death

    God says I have a commission for you

    The Grim Reaper had read the article
    As he too monitors the world 24/7

    He laughs

    and says I know what to do
    Obviously, they all have to die
    In a horrific accident

    and can’t get to the hospital in time
    Because they are stuck in traffic

    Now you’re talking God said
    But I want you to break protocol

    Just before they die show up
    And explain to them why
    They are about to die

    That would be poetic justice God said
    And you know I’m all about that

    Everyone laughs
    God has a sense of humor after all

    The grim reaper mordantly salutes the boss
    And goes about his grim task

    Out Law Lady of the Night

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

    One wild moonlit night
    On the tail end of a Friday Night booze run

    I found myself
    Twenty drinks too sober
    In a bar in the mean streets of Bangkok

    Drinking my way to Hell
    Just as fast as I could

    And on the stage
    Dancing her soul away
    Was the most beautiful creature

    In the known universe

    Dancing with an attitude
    That could kill an elephant in heat

    She looked so fine
    Made my eye balls hurt

    As I started at her naked body
    Admiring the curves
    In all the right places

    And her ass called to me
    Telling me deep dark erotic desires
    Inspiring carnal thoughts

    And hopes that she would be mine
    For the right price

    And I stared at her
    And she smiled with an evil seductive smile
    A true succubus from hell itself

    And she gave me a knowing look
    And I knew that I was hooked

    For a night of wild libertine passion
    As I devoured her

    Making wild passionate love
    All night long

    Even if it meant
    That I would be selling my soul
    To the devil himself

    Last Woman on Earth

    The last woman on earth
    Stands in a deep forest
    Contemplating the end of the world

    The end of civilization
    The end of time itself

    She stares out at the dark forest
    Watching the world reclaim itself
    Watching mankind fade away into dust

    The last woman in the world
    Clutches her bible against her chest
    Wondering why God had forsaken her

    She screams out to God
    But no answer

    Only the silence of the wilderness
    And the silence in her heart

    The end of the world
    Came overnight
    Only she survived the final bio plague

    She fled the crumbling ruins of the city
    Sought refuge in the forest

    And found she could not die
    And she wanders the world

    Looking for survivors
    And so the world ends

    And mankind fades away