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rainburst erase
dazzle nonentity vacuity
forever eaten
replaced shadows
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Hidden core
Your black marble heart
Shudders apopleptic nourishment
Vein-tree shudders
Cavern of etheric hydras
Carves the prodigious appearance
A lovely monster it creates
Fickle star prowls
The legion
Skittering clawing animals
Never made it past
Marble hole punched mesh
Honeycomb the lacy absence
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"Hand of Gloriousness"-acrylic on canvas 6"x9"
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From famous artisans,
architects, movie makers,
rulers, musicians,
and dreamers,
we all want to leave our signatures
our lasting effects
our life after death
we all want to explain ourselves
who we are
who we were
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Is it necessary to validate our existence
by having to be with someone?
You will not die if you are not in
some kind of relationship...
Or to have to reproduce in order to
feel as though we've secured our immortality?
Stop doing what society wants you to do,
be something else for a change people
being in love is no different than
eating large quantities of chocolate...
I like chocolate.Current Music: Go to Hell, KMFDM |
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drink whiskey in solitude
politely refuse the Rose Man
cloudy confetti on the floor
viviparous hearts incur
on a slippery footing
a lethal elixir
contracting pupils
stare of a provocateur
held reciprocally
immortal through the crystal ball
empty reflection of a self-made
double
more you than you are
perfectly motionless
at the bottom of the
cave of
pro-creative desperation
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| » Nanna (Sin) and the Dead of Night |
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Though Nanna could be of concern
Deep, dark, weary or taciturn
The sea shows no traces of her soul
The desert reflects its absence, chaos rages
Battling the light and there are no more sages
Only a lunatic raving from a pulpit
For she is undead, in a cool shady place
Where her fragrance sang, quiet dust fills the mouth
And you can view in that star winking out
A doorway opening in placid space
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May. 14th, 2008 @ 02:32 am
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| » Centre |
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Centre
You are the centre of the universe
I mean, it's quite apparant actually,
That the universe revolves around you
and your problems, dramas
beleaguered waking
failure to see past the
bubble that encompasses
total existence
Meshing collision of purposes
The bird of pale air
signifies absence
hatched legless
in midair
You send scarecrows packing
divergence from a trend
Inside a globule
You gurgle effervesce
impracticable trodding
At midnight you upturn
The ghost coral of
your arteries
At the moment of silence
A tremor engulfs the hollow vestibule
Surrounding my temples
Skittering beyond the
oblong illusion of
the whole of space
The moon congealing to
A pyrrhic sphere playing the drums
Rippling waves roll across
edges collapsing at
the climax
The perils of intoxication
fumbling treason sleepers
of most ancient despair
Spiders dance mortality
to the blind side of mirrors
To immortal torture
In the abscence of a universe
Veiled through layers
of wondrous emptiness
Leaving me upright and
my shell intact
Head on to hilltop
To reach the edge of my ultimate
The sea of bubbled infinity
You see, I am also the centre of the universe...
...and the universe revolves around me as well.
May. 6th, 2008 @ 10:06 pm
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| » In Absentia |
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The hour is late
a great light has gone out
lost stirrings bid loves farewell
panic shadow persists
past fortunes spent
heartless, formless void,
A former shade which whispers
sad longings not forgotten
peripheral movement shakes
every face and mask
in a universe trapped
nothing is real except,
Lover in a dream
that woman stretched
on the ground weeping
eyes widen at the
horror of awakening
letting go of life
prior to existence,
Returning to
the place he came from
perfectly motionless
reaching for the trembling nexus
of a love canceled in absence
Oct. 30th, 2007 @ 12:22 pm
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| » Totality |
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"Dear gods, set me free from all the pain..."
-Aeschylus, Agamemnon, The Oresteia
For four hours,
burned alive
senseless empty effigy
efficient in agony
sole protector of
faceless energies;
Extinction lies ahead
break open skies
swallow me entirely,
wind,
free release oxygen
carbonated tyrant
breathe again for me
or tear me apart
with impunity...
Eviscerate me with words,
purpose, to what
purpose, with what
purpose, do you have in mind
for destruction
destroyer of souls,
destroyer of me;
Not over, overwhelming
selective shortcoming
sail your fate
on wind
sell yourself shorter then
mirror fake projections;
Woe is she
and where is God
to never be
and where am I
that I am she;
However,
you feed on
reality and me
food for the damned,
solid in air-conditioned
stomach for calamity;
Abusive formalities
stripped down
conclusive totalities,
corporeal dining subversive
whining a kill point
subjective to a
soluble climax
Copyright 2007-e
Oct. 15th, 2007 @ 01:05 pm
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| » ten stories |
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...back from the ledge
I stood upon
ten stories down
that's it, just run, and be
done
stomping ahead
nerve endings
disconnection wanderings
banging my head on
a blank rock
spreading confetti
on the riverbed
dripping suet
out of the swirling
conflagration
on sad-eyed pools
of chaos
quell the senses
steep incline beckonings
veiled in mirrors
blindsided universe of
overtly evil scowl
flapping wings next to
skeletal spidery dance
to causal indifference
ten stories down
I lie
...step back
and take it all in
reliving such wondrous
emptiness
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May. 15th, 2007 @ 05:49 pm
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| » tv |
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the cornerstone of every slothful lazy trailertrash sonofabitch
thats right
go ahead and watch the stories on the idiot-box
so you can forget about your own pitiful life
and submit to a world where you dont have to think
because you let the media do it for you
it's ok, i give you my approval
because i watch it everyday just to see what i wish i could be:
a work of fiction.
Mar. 21st, 2007 @ 01:36 pm
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| » endless puzzle |
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What can i say? i cant walk around smiling at all the eyes that surround me. within the withered shell of my body lies the hurt of a thousand broken hearts. there's no candy-apple coating to life so the sugary sweetness of your day-to-day life is just a farce you use to convince yourself that everything is a-ok when deep down you know that your a fake just like the rest of us. you think that by cutting in to your clammy cold-and-sweaty flesh you can achieve the peace and calm of the hereafter when in all actuallity you will never have the balls to go through with it and so you hint at it and "slip" to your friends that you have issues and really all you're after is attention because you are nothing- you are absolute shit- and you know it and everyone else knows it and the only reason they still put up with your bitching and moaning is because if you are accidentally successful at taking your own life they dont want to have your death looming over their head like a dark cloud of the bullshit that pisses down your selfish lies and deciet upon their sheltered skulls you self-centered trite uncaring unbathed moronic bottom-feeding parasitic leech worm intestinal bacteria testicle-infecting venerial disease gargling gutter-licking plague of the earth............... but in the end its allright.... because you and i, we are one in the same. we're both just another piece of the endless puzzle that is life. and i hate the both of us for it.
It doesnt really matter cause your all the fuckin same underneath. i mean, well, there are the subtle differences that help us identify one another like our basic size and shape but after that there really isnt a goddamned thing that seperates you, me, or anyone else from the rest of the lambs destined for the slaughter.
Mar. 21st, 2007 @ 01:29 pm
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| » Jesus |
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jesus drank booze,
hung out with criminals,
thieves,
prostitutes,
outcasts,
revolutionaries,
and told the established "righteous"
to piss up a rope...
he drinks blood,
and eats guts for breakfast...
practices necromancy,
and is a connoisseur of true freedom,
free will,
what would jesus do indeed...
Mar. 12th, 2007 @ 02:03 pm
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| » Prior Tradgedy |
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I knew who you are
Your dark light pours down and within
You who know no bounds
You wrench the sleeping as they lie
You rise in the south
a levee scourge
You slap fate a faceless
smack with no arms
You car crasher crusher of worlds
You breaker of other's bubbles
existence puffed out exploding
faerie dust particles
You get off on frightening small children
With tales of plague disguised
nursery rhymes
Lightning rods you take at
face value
Letting pecan trees quake
And little old men hope
When they get bored
You'll bring them peace
Aligned with destructive
Dust devil whirling dervishes
You rustle already dead leaves
As if they care
You jeer the cries for mercy
And the way most people shudder
When you are near
Your breath digger of graves
Lining the earth a celestial avalanche
You make every dog have some day
Become the bones so relished
You nail the last gasp
To some distant telephone pole
Atop a hill
Glory in such earthquake
And fault through which
Veiled in a red haze and buzz
A panic where I came from
Of desperate procreation
Who makes forms and follies
Imposing on a world
You are no longer welcome
A sculptured face
At death's door
You laugh out loud
The raging laughter of the dead
Now I know
Now I'm not.
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Mar. 8th, 2007 @ 05:42 pm
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| » Boiling Pot |
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I dive
into the boiling pot
once more,
into a stomping ground
where mudbugs screech bubbles
of undrinkable brine
Cold heartless fish creep by
ravaging empty shells
shivering corpse dance
prisoner of water castle
dewdrop remains
Murderous gaze the stare
of a polymorphous hermit crab
At night they sleep with one eye open
buried in the floor
of a false forgetful rock forest
dripping scarlet pain
Throw me boiled alive and as I am
to the caves of love in the shadow
amazing solitude
abstracted reflection of
a clairvoyant double
passing immortal above the surface
A clean act destruction
power to turn life
inside out transforming
misery's blandishments
To me obscene alone
such a lovely
scandal
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Feb. 28th, 2007 @ 09:35 pm
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| » Ingrained |
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How little
Philosophies you comprehend
Sad forgotten memoirs of
Educated paid for nonsense
That could've been otherwise
learned,
From the streets
I painted the semblance
Remembrance
So,
Figuratively visited
Unless such a thing
Existed was
Just,
My awareness
Procrastinating against
All that has ingrained
Itself through
Failed institutions
Of course
Perhaps my exit
is cause,
Intuition kicks in and
All becomes what
Could have been and,
Should have transpired but,
It,
Takes place now I am no longer
In our visible
Emotional
Comprehensible
Interpretable
Universe,
So,
I painted you a
Picture,
What could have
been,
To such a something
I would touch the embodiment
That which takes, and robs us
End me now for
I follow not your rules
Where we come from
My,
Lifestyle accessories
Listen to your
Foregone conclusive
Condescending
Bullshit
So,
There are no rules
We are
Who though we were
Loved and now
Forgotten and tossed
To the curbside
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Feb. 14th, 2007 @ 08:42 pm
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| » Orion's Belt |
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At the top of the sky
A tremor comes and goes
More phantoms on the
Lofty beaches of space
Black night solitude
You cheer the hearts of rage
Bleached in the center on whose paths
Nothing is real except
This lover in a dream
In a crystal icebox all the world sleeps
To sleep's treacherous treason
Dreamer in an avalanche
Of most ancient despair
In the absence of her universe
A woman's body made up of stars
In the desert a triple mystery
Veiled in a dark fog and the buzz
Of worlds and seas pulsing
About heartbeats and a weeping sun
In your bosom archaic ecstasy
I lay an offering
In the antechambers of being
Reach for quivering fulcrum of all life
Which according to the stasis of matter
Become the blind secret changes
In the regional essence of desire
To the statuesque creation
In her robe of changing planets
To the blood-clock ticking
Plunging in depths of immeasurable light
I admit I was trying to break in
It's only that I was never willing to be pulled
Away from this cellar
That I passed out in
Our date at the insomnia motel
At the top of the sky
There shot three golden dots
In a swift white line
On whose palace
Ubiquitous
A moment of silence shrieking lightning
Forever now
Dancing in a cold sweat
A burst heart empty of blood
Caught in frozen vacuum
At the stony edge of void
Sealed for eternity
At the top of the sky.
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Jan. 31st, 2007 @ 09:05 pm
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| » Well Fed |
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Well Fed
"i can't." she said
turning away
my hand sliding
out from
purple see-thru
panties with
black trim
fingers still wet
with excitement
"i need to sleep."
"that's okay, g'night baby." i said
jackass.
i lay on my back
sweating sex
from my system
trying hard not to
notice the
bowling balls
between my legs
pretending they are
shriveled walnuts
pretending they're not
going to explode
killing me and
my would-be progeny
all my work
all that rubbing
for naught
so,
to rub.
standing above the
porcelain sea
i watch as
the whirlpool
devours millions
sending the spent
cartridge to
its doom
i am a murderer.
demoness clit
betrayal led me
to this
i do feel better
though...
and the
sewer sharks
deep in the bowels
of concrete
rusted metal
mazes will
eat good tonight
i crawl back
in the
blanketed womb
empty
"here's the keys." she says.
waking, half lidded
"later, when you're done
with your shit,
come to bed with me."
wide open
my loins on fire
again
bowling balls
chasing the
fleeing walnuts
"ill be asleep though."
Sharks!
shit.
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Dec. 12th, 2006 @ 06:44 pm
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| » Pissing clear |
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Pissing clear
So,
I'm at this bar
slowly ingestion cause
She spots me from afar
All hope abandoned I,
Take heed of such
And ensues
An approach
I,
Invent identity again
Solace becomes frolic
Whilst confusion runs its
Rampant course
Allieviate solemn voice
Trusting foreign noise
So my wildness slivers
Take form with
Antagonistic quivers
All the shades deliver
Uncomfortable embers
It,
Brings such comfort
Undone bereft slumber
Shaking each rafter
With no chance for hereafters
Awakened charlotans
Quote amalgamated solliloquies
Masticating enemies
A pancake dinner
To slumber
Pissing clear
For the next last time
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Nov. 24th, 2006 @ 05:58 am
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| » The Odessa Cipher |
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The Odessa Cipher
a fallacy to be sure
omniscient prescience
salient perceptions,
believer of magnificence
she registers
dogmatic nescience
sated off-colored
soft labeled bodice
enrapturing locket
my,
lone sallow fallacy
trades lifetimes
inebriate calloused
whims
undulating lungs
otherwise
permeating placid lines,
felicitous ginch chimes
shadowing thus,
moreover
and plus,
confer with
plastic advertisement
cross-seed advisement
Nov. 12th, 2006 @ 10:28 pm
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