M.g.M

Joined April 2019

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Writing is my creative tool to express emotional triggers and learn to adapt and excell my personal path of healing and linguistic wordsmithing. A lot of what I write does not always make it here. Most from now on will be here.

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Death Row Chant. Content Warning.
Whoo Haaa Whoo Haaa Drop that six Drop that six Take the needle in the arm This ain't no lucky charm We said "Drop that six" Drop that six Inmate going down All the way to gallow town Should've dropped that six Drop that six Whoo Haaa Whoo Haaa Devil gets what's due Now your life is through Whoo Haaa Whoo Haaa Who's got that six Who's got that six Inmate signed off Inmate signed off (Faint)Inmate signed off (Fainter)Inmate signed off (Whisper)Inmate signed off (Silence)
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Night Flight
Up in the night sky Aerial phenomenon Illuminating Mgm. 19/28
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Happy New Year
Celebratory Rainbows of brilliant colors Fireworks display Mgm 10/28/24
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Above
Bird spotting today, An eagle soared up above. Striking prey a mile away. Mgm. 10/21/24
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Bless The Witch
Bless the witch Bless the witch Which witch is blessed The witch best be blessed Evil undressed, Bless the witch With evil undressed the witch is blessed Best be the witch that's truly blessed Evil is repressed Bless the witch Blessed be the witch Watch the witch Which witch was blessed The blessed witch Best be blessed Bless the witch Bless the witch
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Evolutionary Human Genetic Coding
We fear our own ignorance We project our dislikes on others We are our own catalysts Our environment is our canvase We tend to adapt to likeness Our imagination runs our delusions Our logic determines our course We identify what empowers us What empowers us is our belief Our belief is a learned path And our path is linked through DNA Our DNA is a genetic code of process This process is of our ancestors Our Ancestors guide us We are the vessels Of Archaic truth
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Mushroom Melody
The warm picked mushroom melted in my mouth like magic. My sinuses cracked and opened to the earthy odor of the autumn forest floor. A deafening silence broken by sudden sounding autumn leaves rustling. My hands grasping deeply into the moist mulching mounds sensing the earth's most fertile mushroom growing grounds. While lying on back with my eyes staring high, my sight now a vision as a high as the sky. Mgm 9/22
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Making Sense
Saliva slurping salacious squeezed squid. Rhyming rhythms readily ringing repeatedly. Nefarious necromantic nasal nuances. Overdosed observation of onset optics Skin signals stabbing surface sensations.
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
Inflammation Vs Heat
Heat Talking about heat. Inflammation is a source of heat in my joints. Diagnosed with arthritis, you may feel heat or warmth. Not uncommon but could be overlooked. Heat. We cook with heat on the stove, oven and so on. Now the song "The Heat is on" is popular. Heat was referred to as cops back in my day. Heat can be uncomfortable for some while others relish heat like equator vacationers. Laying out in the sunshine to get tanned. After the heat is felt off the skin. This can and does cause discomfort for most. Saunas are little hot boxes that a lot of folks like to sit in. Seems like an oven to me, just saying. A heater causes rooms to become warm. I guess this is just a useless take on heat. Personally I prefer controlled heat, not so much at a time. For my inflamed joints, this is all the time. Treating the inflammation with medications is one way in which I currently manage the discomfort. Painkillers too are utilized. Although it's been said to change diet and try different methods of resolution. Resolutions offered by archived library books in hidden internet indexes and hard to find locations. YouTube also appears to be a big source of alternative methods to reduce inflammation. The problem as I see it, only your body can indicate what works or not. It's scary to think that the prescribed drugs ate more readily available than the books our elders or foreparents had created by trial and error. The streamers of helpful ways to combat health illnesses are going by the wayside because it's not science or fact-based alternatives. Sad, very sad to see this going by the wayside. In some instances the video channel will ask for endorsements, subscriptions, likes, comments, and even tips. Geeze, just writing this feels like I'm releasing some heated discomfort. Maybe I should just write when I'm feeling like I'm in a state of discomfort. If this is true, and by the end of this chapter maybe I should figure out the best way to stream this, or present this in a way to earn some money. I mean, so many folks are generating a lot of money, and influence why not. Ah, let me explain why not. Sometimes you need to give back in order to justify the means. A means to an end of old ways. Maybe, just maybe someone might stumble upon a run on chapter like this and say” writing to address symptoms may be one part of a larger process”. One branch on the Tree Of Life. The Tree of Life after all does have many branches. One branch with many stems for many leaves of knowledge to sprout. Or maybe the writing is a subconscious aspect of triggering healing by putting pain to words rather than a number. Let me reflect on this. Go to the doctors with chronic hip pain and see what happens. If nothing has changed you circle a picture where the pain is, and leave a comment, a number from 1 to 5 with 5 being the highest. The psychological test is usually the first page. That can be very off putting and break your current state of pain yet triggering some past traumatic event you buried. Now you're on a psychological pain scale. At least that's what some may feel when filling out the papers. Now, the problem I can relate to is fight or flight as most do. Do I fight the pain or run away in my thoughts. While you're heavily engaged in this thought pattern the door opens and in comes the Dr. Surprise! What hurts? Yup. Sidetracked again. You explain to the Dr.about your hip and he asks to go through some movements. Your face is already red from the paper reposits, but you give it your best. Medd get prescribed, follow up, maybe a referral, x-rays, ultrasound, and mri. Or maybe you were not at the pain scale the Dr. expected. Are you feeling the heat again, as you leave the Dr.s office. Your face is warm and you think a headache is coming on. Yup. Lots I'm sure have been in a situation like this. Fear not the prescription was filled and all is well for another month. Folks heat is not always a good thing. Inflammation is a horrible autoimmune disease. Right now I'm feeling heat in my air-conditioned living room. My face is warm, and could be because I'm contemplating whether or not to submit this chapter to Vocal Media. mgm 9/18 24
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Journal
The Interview. Content Warning.
Interviewer: What is a courtesy kill? Respondent: A favor I: why is it called a favor? R: It stops the suffering I: So, A favor ends one's sickness? R: Something like that. I: Can you be more specific? R: We stop the suffering for good. I: Suffering is a vague form of pain. Your results end the pain of the person suffering then. R: See, you do understand. So tell me then, what suffering are you experiencing? I: Actually I don't suffer. R:Bullshit. I call fucking Bullshit! I: Look, this interview is about you, not me. R: I guess you're right, sorry about that. You cause the suffering you little maggot! You see, most people don't see the big fucking picture, like you. I: Hot damn, you're a problem solver for those willing to pay big bucks! R:Problem Solver is a different pay grade, get your interview back inline, with the contract I signed mother fucker! I:I, I apologize for my variance, I'm sorry. R:Fuck sakes man, your causing me some acid reflux shit again. Damn. You see, it's this kind of communication that really passes me off. I: Do you need a moment or a glass of water? I can assure you it won't happen again. I promise you that. In my life that is. R: Hmm, (clears throat, stands, opens his black pinstripe suit, removes a hanky, Wipes his brow, reinserts the hanky,). You know, I might just hold you to your last comment. I: Wow, (jokingly remarks), I made a killer uncomfortable! Lol. R: (Pulls out a glock, 9mm, from the shoulder holster. Quickly unloads five rounds into the Interviewers Chest. The light reflecting from the dark shades he wore showed the Interviewer convulsing from the entries). I: gurgled(slumped over,). R: Now that's a Mother Fuckin Courtesy kill. This stopped my suffering, through this fucking interview for a "Cold Blooded Killer." Producer interjection: And that's a cut! Stop rolling! (Producer falls slowly to the floor shaking like a petit Mal seizure). R: For fuck sakes man. You requested this reality interview thingy. Did you not think shit might just go sideways? Reality sells better when life is unscripted. You asshole producers are always wanting drama. Now you got your drama and your shaking like a fucking epileptic. Unbelievable. Did you also not think my identity needed to be protected too? Wait, don't fucking answer that question. I'll answer for you. This set was completely staged by the organization. No live feeds, no live mics, no live interviewer, bahaha. Now your allowed to shake Mr Producer. Hmm, what reality will unfold for you? P:Please, please I have a wife, two children and retire in 2 years!! Please man, don't kill me, I'm begging you. (Crying, sobbing, and groveling). R:Hey, good fucking news for you today. No harm will come to you. We have your information, your wife's information not to mention your entire family tree for fuck sakes. So, think very carefully as I exit this interview. The only staff involved in this little charade of an interview was the Interviewer, and you. The cameraman as well as the other staff are all employed by the organization. Therefore you are a loose end with only your life to gain by keeping your mouth fucking shut. Got it? P:Got it. (Solemnly acknowledged). R:Done.
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Interview
No Lesson Here. Content Warning.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, They fucked like crazy up at the top. Jill cried and moaned to have Jack not stop. The fucked for hours and then tumbled down. At the bottom they fucked for another solid round. Then Jill had loudly cried out loud. For fuck sake I forgotten my pill. At which point Jack caught a chill. He grabbed the bucket that lay beside him, Poured out the water at which point seemed grim. Jill rolled over and threw Jack a glance, Just as she was struck by the bucket like a Lance. Stunned and bleeding Jill looked in shock, Then Jack whipped out his pistol like glock. Unloaded his clip in Jill's unfortunate crown. Saying to himself “ she should've gone down” Then stunned was Jack as reality set in. For he knew he had completed a deadly sin. Fuck it to himself he had said. Reloading the glock and shot himself dead.
By M.g.Mabout a year ago in Poets
The 60 Second Servant ©️. Content Warning.
This kill had to be done in 60 seconds, and recorded for the payment. This was an easy task. The setup was in play. I was the Wheelman and the Poi was a thief better known as Johnny Rocket. (I'm sorry, Poi is *Person of Interest*). Johnny was widely known as a ruthless bank robber in the small towns of European Cities. He would enter the bank, rob at gunpoint and then exterminate the teller and beeline to the getaway car with an experienced Wheelman. He was never convicted, and that was remarkable in this circuit of crime. His previous job was at a random bank in Bogota. Unknown to him the bank was Cartel owned. He never had a chance from the minute he went through the bank doors. First off, he didn't research this heist enough. No one escapes the Cartel. Well, needless to say he hit the bank and killed the young female teller and got away. The problem was the teller, a niece to the Capriano Cartel's underboss, whom he had executed. Stick a fork in Johnny, as he is cooked. Now by cooked, I mean walking Deadman. Still no damn clue as to what he did. In his mind it was just another payday. Johnnys’ ticket was punched from the moment he stole from the Cartel, let alone killing the underboss's niece.
By M.g.M2 years ago in Criminal

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Death Row Chant. Content Warning.

Night Flight

Happy New Year

Above

Bless The Witch

Evolutionary Human Genetic Coding

Mushroom Melody

Making Sense

Inflammation Vs Heat

The Interview. Content Warning.

No Lesson Here. Content Warning.

The 60 Second Servant ©️. Content Warning.

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