The absence is fertile Cinder and wormwood oblique in caricature masque of navel peach engraved forbearance in an expression impression upon gaze become volatile, season of sundown. Bathe austere in bright color convene covenant, prayer coronal lost god 7 steps meet portal fear tread forward mete out sacrifice lay among lion and lamb lead, beg or follow choice begets meaning harbinger of reckoning. Slip slide grasping fall quiet shattering solemn vows in honor an exchange fruits’ pleasure ring around poesey storm moving swiftly toward shore. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading Excandesco
is it ire or indifference. we cannot speak in this manner to find out, dragging far too often this palaver of emptiness. harried, spear-tip tongues will lash with effort. i may fail again but a smile finds my face. a caustic dark, concurrent with a river of shit bleeding profundity. my bones have melted into forms unfamiliar and God has turned my ankles, so i limp as a foe opened upon foreign shores. stoned in bat country, my vampyre is a sulking bitch, chewing the fat on my shoulder. makes everything blurry. understanding is a slow death, change is gonna … Continue reading ire or indifference?
I don’t care what you are I no longer care what you need I sicken of watching you watch Me. your breath stinks of prison rations. I’ll find turbulent times and flow. conjugal visits form crust on memory of your albatross. it’s heavy, the lifting up. a crime, concomitant with verse. this need to nurse failure is a sickly pastime. choke on our dubious catastrophe. half alive, have a laugh about the sheer volume of venom rushing us toward a destiny of mayhem. i’ll keep up, i swear. 2, plus too many revolutions, we resolve to revolve around pantomime. if … Continue reading watch me.
I think, I think too much I’m a little bit paranoid, I think I’m breaking Maybe it’s in my blood Got a pain that I can’t avoid, I think I’m breaking down Hate every single second, minute, hour, every day Person in the mirror, they won’t let me feel a thing Keep me focused on my problems, I’m addicted to the pain Everybody’s out to get you I guess I never noticed how it came creeping in My enemy emotion but I can’t sink or swim I say I’m feeling hopeless, they give me medicine They give me medicine, they … Continue reading OP’s TSotD- I Prevail
dismember the concepts in valleys of unrest set norm of forgotten line of sight vision sights are surreal in abstract light sound of soiled years in confusion elapsed time cherry wood-worked mind maturing sin, a disease of nation application hardware stand still destruction Tuesday afternoon appointment Hating the looks of genetic makeup casual violence deed done relapse synapse studio apartment penthouse playhouse yuppie bimbo make-believe with perfect score SAT Brexit, stage left… must you leave so soon? In a rush Irish? morning traffic Russian ants on paved trail army of disembodied disciples voyeur Templars of diamond age destiny wholly opinionated … Continue reading Lamron Efil
confluent with winter’s moon my internal discourse with you leaves me a gibbering mess, so very real yet imagined as I haven’t spoken to you in years. I still find I pantomime the flower of words you left, unforgotten. I’ve grown callous to groans from under the stairs I left some things down there, unforgotten. I’ve become accustomed scent of Asian pear jasmine in air, unforgotten. cups of tea honey shared in garden flames spared, you rest unforgotten. Continue reading Moontide and fire
pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face, misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.
two moons and two suns implications of movement abrasive, heaving of iron lungs implicit in the breathing archetypes assail conclusion finding is desolate and broken desensitized neuromancer weave cords of copper a burglar is re-imagined smoking jacket highs confounding orbs can no longer absorb refraction of everything now only comes in pieces cement is colder than one would think flood is more than earth can drink when did life become a story with such furious editors retake the scenes reality indebted to shadowed creditors no longer aware which of us won. in-between two moons and two suns image courtesy of … Continue reading Future is the past is the future past
All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly, sandwich bars and barbed wire And squash every week into a day Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh The sound of the drum is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factory town Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream Oh to be the cream Continue reading OPTSotD- Bauhaus
the curvature of the earth rippled in response to your posture a black sun took a run at my masculine knocking me further into this piecemeal suit plastic and straw armor I use when attempting to combat level after level of your dungeon morass of emotions tossed into bin to recycle become something new subsequent quintessential attempt to hold vortex aluminum foil hat ticker-tape pasteboard facsimile of myself in retrospect little black one, you ponder ways to engage the space in-between the lofty neon peace found at table coffee takes our order sultry dark dark dark silk sustenance grants a … Continue reading quintessence