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The aura washes the watchers in a fight flight auto pilot (yes he's stylish)
Speaking metered over feet, fevered chasing that which was promised (against the reaper)
I am a fucking explosion, I'm not waiting to happen
I am in your house, jumping frenzied
on your kitchen table screaming the need for evolution.
frentic electric sycophantic lunatic schitzophrenic verse libre patterned genius beauty
(and your dinner is getting cold)
I've been too busy to let the militant lion loose
Fuck the rhetorical prose
I am a barbarian philosopher
humming Enya as I'm loading this glock with light,
over you sleeping soundly
and firing point blank into your chakra (and no my point is not hollow)
I am the shock of the alarm clock
I am self inflicted torment
So that when these sexy lips open nothing but results stream out
I love you too much to waste your time.
I sleep on a half inflated air mattress so that when I dream, I am half drowning on the river styx, only to wake up panicked and sore, with a sincere sense of pissed off urgency.
It fuels my days like uranium temper tantrums
I will not idly sit by and watch glory
be consumed greedily
metabolized slowly
and left to shit.
I will strap myself with 24 revolutions of whatever the fuck you want to call this...
and turn this bitch into a parking lot.
If only to spread the nutrients
and put nature back into the driver's seat.
I am a poltergeist haunting you, for if you do not glow indigo
you
can't
see me. (or this) --> . <--
Wring your hands as fate rings with plans and the rings melt from fingers as lethargy fans the flames.
Say my name by saying nothing.
I am as devoted as batman to the joker's type of lunacy.
My swagger is derived, purified by my inpunity.
Since I was unleashed my looks have lit wicks.
I'll sit back whence in the casket
Right now I have events to horizon and time and space to shift silent.
Welcome to the horror show.
Where the world we know dies
and it reborn in our perspectives.
(Masha'Allah)
It takes a moment to be born, and a whole lifetime to die.
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I walk alone down Bay St.
Gazing, listening to the Stars
The cars pass encapsulated
Headlights gleaming nostalgia in their wake.
Towards another session
another few hours
another few lessons
yet this does not lessen
the impression
that nesting season
is lying flat upon my heart.
Winter is so close
you can catch it with your vision,
the morning frost glistens
the cold birds listlessly listen.
Sunlight takes off to it's hemispheric time share,
Leaving me needing,
Leaving the trees bare.
Sweet scented feminine Athena-faced muses
Are inclusive
To the imagination and its various uses.
So I use it
Slit my wrists and reminisce.
And I find myself surrounded by,
flooded with,
brilliant leaves
the air recedes and displays the breath I breathe.
Vapour held aloft and falling soft
I fall into the season
and the wound tenders
the cost of
the loss of...
lazy sundays
red wine and chillout mixes
closed eyes, pull you into me kisses,
the risks in the grip of passion untethered
the profound underground-found bed of favoured pleasure.
Summer saw to it that,
the tree of memory was engulfed with fresh emerald and jade waves
Then Autumn kept its promise
to transition to the frozen heathen
So that leaves the memories one more chance
to explode with cinematic splendor
so that this year, for but a moment,
they will refuse to go unremembered
They sing to the light in lustrous tints
-only an instant-
and then fall to their destiny
Forever severed from their ancient rooted truths
the arboreal glory left
ground into their essence
by my continued footsteps
Natural and cruel is this
sequential elemental
natural ebb and flow
But it is Spring that beckons now
for her promises
are coiled in potential.
Gazing, listening to the Stars
The cars pass encapsulated
Headlights gleaming nostalgia in their wake.
Towards another session
another few hours
another few lessons
yet this does not lessen
the impression
that nesting season
is lying flat upon my heart.
Winter is so close
you can catch it with your vision,
the morning frost glistens
the cold birds listlessly listen.
Sunlight takes off to it's hemispheric time share,
Leaving me needing,
Leaving the trees bare.
Sweet scented feminine Athena-faced muses
Are inclusive
To the imagination and its various uses.
So I use it
Slit my wrists and reminisce.
And I find myself surrounded by,
flooded with,
brilliant leaves
the air recedes and displays the breath I breathe.
Vapour held aloft and falling soft
I fall into the season
and the wound tenders
the cost of
the loss of...
lazy sundays
red wine and chillout mixes
closed eyes, pull you into me kisses,
the risks in the grip of passion untethered
the profound underground-found bed of favoured pleasure.
Summer saw to it that,
the tree of memory was engulfed with fresh emerald and jade waves
Then Autumn kept its promise
to transition to the frozen heathen
So that leaves the memories one more chance
to explode with cinematic splendor
so that this year, for but a moment,
they will refuse to go unremembered
They sing to the light in lustrous tints
-only an instant-
and then fall to their destiny
Forever severed from their ancient rooted truths
the arboreal glory left
ground into their essence
by my continued footsteps
Natural and cruel is this
sequential elemental
natural ebb and flow
But it is Spring that beckons now
for her promises
are coiled in potential.
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When there is nothing left to burn
Turn the match upon yourself
Run into the dark
The light bright as wealth
In the poverty of darkness
The lack of the black
The slap and the crack
The whistle and the rain drops
Could not stop, that which is preordained
Maintain the combustion
Flame as a function
Explode as only you know how.
All is allowed when the tongues speak in heat
Reduce the truth to ashes
Find the purity in peace.
