I spoke the lines
Spinning forward
Toward an ultimate end
Raining down perpetual
The twirling frantic
A crawling torment
The mind becomes a fine point
Every pore is spittle and foam
This transformation pounces immediately
The heart and liver
Twinkling eye
The wheel of lust
The cavernous whirl
Lulled to sleep by the century
Quenched with blood
To burry In with teeth
The doom
Nothing outside the wall
Let no one in
Not now, not ever
Gnostic decimals
For another
Somebody else’s velvety deception
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
seduction
seduction
Sometimes,
I forget the reasons
For the whys
Between blushes of spread
The turning freedom taunts
No longer caught
In this obsession with darkness
Now there is focus to your fire
A certain voltage within
Haunted by demons from within
Picks at flamboyant soothing
The curls of warning
Deeper with heaven’s questions
My sugar
My sweet
Knee deep in bloody valentines
With trepidation
an invisible wish
To see and feel the real
Spending more fear
Not knowing anything
You want to cry
To pull out your hair
You claw at your face
Desiring to be ugly
If only you could match this feeling
This dread
This alien structure
That sucks the blood from your veins
Snaps your bones
Makes you howl
At the moon
The you could shed
This coil
This existence
Sometimes,
I forget the reasons
For the whys
Between blushes of spread
The turning freedom taunts
No longer caught
In this obsession with darkness
Now there is focus to your fire
A certain voltage within
Haunted by demons from within
Picks at flamboyant soothing
The curls of warning
Deeper with heaven’s questions
My sugar
My sweet
Knee deep in bloody valentines
With trepidation
an invisible wish
To see and feel the real
Spending more fear
Not knowing anything
You want to cry
To pull out your hair
You claw at your face
Desiring to be ugly
If only you could match this feeling
This dread
This alien structure
That sucks the blood from your veins
Snaps your bones
Makes you howl
At the moon
The you could shed
This coil
This existence
Labels:
deep piercing cut,
poetry
No trace of blood
No trace of blood
Drifting by the window
Nothing to fear
Bursting and mangled
Eaten by the flames
Surety is in the air
Above and triumphant
Being the last
Emerge and roar
To myself
Destruction
Tidy up the mess
The burden of self
Blind tenacity
Nourished by death
Take the devil
Take his horny hand
The same destiny
Gunned down in the street
No memory
No regret
Only bloody hands
An unthinkable void
Lost in obscurity
All a sack of bones
Drifting by the window
Nothing to fear
Bursting and mangled
Eaten by the flames
Surety is in the air
Above and triumphant
Being the last
Emerge and roar
To myself
Destruction
Tidy up the mess
The burden of self
Blind tenacity
Nourished by death
Take the devil
Take his horny hand
The same destiny
Gunned down in the street
No memory
No regret
Only bloody hands
An unthinkable void
Lost in obscurity
All a sack of bones
Labels:
deep piercing cut poetry,
poetry
Friday, August 27, 2010
A star in the corner of your eye
A star in the corner of your eye
Against the fence
The transmigration of souls
And methods of torture
The fine bite of cannibalism
Full of wonder
A frontier of unknown
A life of daily bread
The loaves and the fishes
Bribed and transuded
Eliminate the beauty of the past
Relentless is this swift remorse
I want to outstrip repentance
A curse to the earth
Touch with outstretched arms
Alien and hostile
In a flash
Faster and faster
Much more than mere nakedness
More like peeled
More than alert
My own proper destiny
With wide opened eyes
Against the fence
The transmigration of souls
And methods of torture
The fine bite of cannibalism
Full of wonder
A frontier of unknown
A life of daily bread
The loaves and the fishes
Bribed and transuded
Eliminate the beauty of the past
Relentless is this swift remorse
I want to outstrip repentance
A curse to the earth
Touch with outstretched arms
Alien and hostile
In a flash
Faster and faster
Much more than mere nakedness
More like peeled
More than alert
My own proper destiny
With wide opened eyes
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Whispering to your bridge, but it never listens
Whispering to your bridge, but it never listens
Without sin and evil
Turning the sausage machine
Working like cold cash
Being what it is
It was war
Putting the fear of god into you
Undone and twisted
Moving like an octopus
Tied into the knot
The magneto world
Dropping to the bottom
Blue with a slow drizzle
The empty soul rising
Like naked reality
With big oxygen eyes
The barren mechanical pull
Perfectly meaningless
Into the minus sign
Through the bright glitter
The last moment of time
Crossing over
And making you pay
Without sin and evil
Turning the sausage machine
Working like cold cash
Being what it is
It was war
Putting the fear of god into you
Undone and twisted
Moving like an octopus
Tied into the knot
The magneto world
Dropping to the bottom
Blue with a slow drizzle
The empty soul rising
Like naked reality
With big oxygen eyes
The barren mechanical pull
Perfectly meaningless
Into the minus sign
Through the bright glitter
The last moment of time
Crossing over
And making you pay
Demented Poignancy bought at the store
Demented Poignancy bought at the store
A part of life
Like the wandering blind man
Everybody and everything
Al have been added together
Lousy, rancid, and rotten
Like the bad next
Chew for the sake of impossible
No reason to close the door
It’s just me and cat
Both a part of this world
In it and of it
I must run away
Start a new life
Working for body and soul
There is no hope
No solution
Both are ugly and senseless
We all have become absurd
Everything is lost
This is serious business
Waiting for the resurrection
A part of life
Like the wandering blind man
Everybody and everything
Al have been added together
Lousy, rancid, and rotten
Like the bad next
Chew for the sake of impossible
No reason to close the door
It’s just me and cat
Both a part of this world
In it and of it
I must run away
Start a new life
Working for body and soul
There is no hope
No solution
Both are ugly and senseless
We all have become absurd
Everything is lost
This is serious business
Waiting for the resurrection
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
the holes get bigger as you try to fill them
the holes get bigger as you try to fill them
twisted by fate
looking horrendous
living in the now
secure in the turbulence
taking in the drama
longing for the cataclysm
absolutely divested
wanting to stone the light
the deep well of the womb
between the two of us
decomposed of light
heartless as a molecule
washing it off
absolutely sunk
absolute silence
how hard it is to accept
to just barely discern
you had opened up a tomb
removing memories from the past
and I wanted to strangle you
twisted by fate
looking horrendous
living in the now
secure in the turbulence
taking in the drama
longing for the cataclysm
absolutely divested
wanting to stone the light
the deep well of the womb
between the two of us
decomposed of light
heartless as a molecule
washing it off
absolutely sunk
absolute silence
how hard it is to accept
to just barely discern
you had opened up a tomb
removing memories from the past
and I wanted to strangle you
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