...Dont read unless you have the time. This one is a bit lengthy.... I’m quarantined With demon’s screams Masticating on my aging seams It seems That those shouts Of longing panic Have run amuck In the confines of the planet Can it? Implode in showers Of metaphysical origin An unreachable core Where does the lore begin? I sin Who wins Within the borders of razors Not just in my skull But in chambers of blue necked laborers I hate her Loath her endless smile She tuned my sights Only to leave me in trial I like your style! Its so trendy and hip Oh, you look stunning! Making origami with your lips And so swift Perfect quaff Promoting enormous insights Into fashion and tips I quit I live I’ve done all that I did To keep the fish fed On flakes of dread I’m dead For the thousandth count It burned to death In an interior drought Of clambering doubts Raging at an appearance Of enamored smiles sold on clearance Next to the devils mansion Where the neighbors Are hell bent On making permanent dents In each and every owns Stainless steel zen I’m stuck in REM Sleep The past is looking bleak Sleep is for the weak Who seek A higher state Where the three states of mind Settle in equilibrium Awake What are the stakes? Everything’s none Mums the word When you realize Both you and I Are miscarried Conjoined thinkers Connected at the eye With independent Greeters Feeders Run back to the car And fill the meter! With a neglected bliss Of humanizing miss Liberty Drop the torch You’re free to flee To fly Into the stratosphere Of an endless sky Where the vacuum smells Of ringing bells And mummified cries You live in my sty Of molding fruits Burning the ceiling with a frozen soot You’re cooped Please shoot I’ve lost the function To differentiate between pale and loving It’s a stroke of gluttony Caused from withdrawls Of emotional barriers Bury her Deep in the sound Stage of earth Before its birth Snap and bend it Back into a disciplined rook Lets cook The filet to a crisp Let it condense Into a wandering wisp Of cosmetic asperations Fueling the ship of necromantic meditation My haven The martyred trees Bearing the materials needed For an imagined key You see? The progress Of succumbing To one’s own superficial audit Got it? I drone On things I cannot catch Answers play hide and seek In the room with a camouflage latch He’s hatched My child arrives in a crash Of Styrofoam thorns Tearing into flesh He clutches his chest I cradle and coddle my boy Telling him to give it a rest There is no test No nest No reason to fret Watching him fade away I watch myself begin to doze In the virgin platforms Where reality is stowed This doesn’t seem to bode Well for the head Wedged in the whale Seizing from meds It’s said The waxed floor Has misplaced its sparkle Huffing and heaving To restore the colossal Titan of troops Carrying proof of a truth In the shoes of the omnipotent sleuth Tipping on its toes Wading through fields of trust Spreading pesticides Into the seeds of souls Ingraining lies “Ive got your remote control” I’m cold Shivering Quivering Through my struggle In the scripted bubble It’s lined with mud Headfirst I trudge With allies becoming pure apparitions Gliding with burning conflicitons Its fiction An afflicition of budding conviction Listen I’m smitten By the treason on your tongue From whence I once clung It stung It left residual tissues Soaked in hydrochloric acid I’ve had it With these human habits Simmer down Watch me pull the hat From the rabbit Lynched by a mob On the Sabbath Its tragic Viewing the world Through this kaleidoscope Sensing cosmic strength Calling me with sincerity To grope its whole As it sits atop the infinite slope Whispering sweet nothings of know Breathing smoke I swim in the ruins Of the cloned kin
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 03:08:35 +0000
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