| Medusa - 2009 |
[14 Mar 2009|09:08pm] |
She holds a
mystery known
only to me and
whispers the lies
seductively into
innocent ears.
breathing crimson
into layers of skin
that wane and wax with every
little movement.
not what you'd think,
and rather bland,
but mysterious and
bleeding leaflets of emerald
stone and shiny pearls.
she is the marilyn monroe
of misery
the betty paige of imperfection.
spiny claws and medusa threads of hair
whip around her frame, as she screams
banshee wails into the night,
conforming to the ghostly appearance of her
cameo.
her reflection
only false to those
who feed on her
convictions.
she continues to
snicker and prick,
leaving listeners with
a sense of lost longing
and meandering melancholy.
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| if I wasn't crazy enough - 2009 |
[14 Mar 2009|09:04pm] |
'Try to make it better
in the madness' they
would always say.
and I'd hold my integrity to my
heart, and wish for sweet nothings
and delusional enterprises.
no more!
I shriek.
Do not tell me
who I am
or the road I lead!
I am the
master of my own
mind.
( and the disaster,
all in due time. )
they wait for me to fall
and so I wait as well
and begin the process for them.
hold the apples in my hand
eat the fruit
pray for humanity
isn't it all the same?
the sterile bleached
walls scream conformity.
but I don't let them
take me without
a fight.
this battle was lost
long before it had
begun.
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| Rose Red - 2009 |
[14 Mar 2009|09:01pm] |
Rose red, so delicate and gentle,
and fading to magenta;
curling and wilting.
the flower falters
by my side
as I doubt my own decisions.
I poison the flora
with driblets of liquor
- harsh and stagnant -
it seeps off the stem
onto my own flesh.
in death & illusion
the flower reforms
but I stay the same
and left only with dust,
& harshness; thorns strike flesh.
raw sincerity.
it burns
and scalds, but
amongst the torture
I find the flower again
hold the softly fallen petals
close to my heart
and cry for a divinity
once so sweet.
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| Real Writing - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|09:00pm] |
Simpler days
were easier
to come by.
I miss the writing
of feeling -
not words.
those jumps
of uncertainty
& that knowing
rush that comes only
from creation.
I miss it all.
but not this
emotionless
blander.
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| Sandblast - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|08:58pm] |
Our eyes glaze over
avoiding sunlight
at it's fullest.
we are soaked in the
the dawning rays
which cast shadows
amongst glittered sand dunes
to reveal an infinity of
oblivion.
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| Renewed - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|08:52pm] |
Settled into the industry
my eyes reopen; (immune
to paranormal materialism)
and, since 6 months
have slowly passed by,
the moths fly free, and
a surge reopens...
not manic, and lacking delusions,
but for once, the beginnings of
peace are reformed,
tulips uncurling from a
snowy slumber.
I finally walk back into
the chilly rain,
with vinyl boots and Kevlar curiosities;
happily surrounded by silver stars
and cornered tiger lilies.
I fall asleep to the image of
morning light in this
courageous solitude and
am left alone in a wolfs
rapturous soliloquy of belief.
for once, in this lacy lunacy
I worry of only one.
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| Third Eye - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|08:46pm] |
This transparency
of exposed thoughts
flips synapses
inside out;
and through the
hallowed doors of oblivion
the real question is asked,
inside this vortex of faith
lies corrupt the believer,
& a darker wanton desire of
fear is provoked.
once again, I leave in
eerie silence.
a slow composition
of frenzied paranoia
and blind belief; leading through
the shadows and faintly,
a light is seen amongst the
dark paintings and velvet lined
tapestries.
the seed of hope is transgressed through
the spirit of my third eye,
and I am free.
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| Transparent - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|08:44pm] |
The hallowed lines on
which we walk upon
leave a dusty trail,
overlapping delusional transparencies,
in order to unveil a higher order
of hypocrisy.
we search the limitless
bounds of space;
unlocking the centuries
of secrets.
but while searching
for a higher ground of ecstasy --
trust, and trust alone
lies as foundation for
our fortress of solitude.
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| Oblivion - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|08:40pm] |
The ground tremored
in a fury of stratisfication -
an ultimatum of stars and
molten explosions of fury -
tumultuous expansions ceased
in outward churning chaos;
slowly... with bitter droplets
of cobalt blue and emerald mercury,
it silently slipped into oblivion.
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| Bound - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|06:59pm] |
you were once so far away
little teardrop
in the corner
of my
eye.
twinkling. glimmering.
waiting for a chance
to slide down salty flesh,
and sob.
& oh, how you'll sob
waiting out the pacing,
risking the rocking & wailing.
it hurts & makes you cringe,
but out of the spirals,
something comes alive.
something new. ambitious.
a sparkling vortex of opportunity.
and so, I unleash the flood gates,
self expression pouring from my soul,
and set it free
in a sultry paradise of
liberty;
once, only and forever seen.
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| Reborn - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|06:55pm] |
Now I see
the atrophy
of words & worlds
supposedly set in stone
they've crumbled down to mortar
and the truth becomes clear
my decision was true
my passion unfaltering
and now I recapture the
gem I once worshiped
soak it, shine it, sex it
service it.
for the flames of renewal
together in a world
so small
you, making music
us, making memories
shining and reborn
I cherish our chance.
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| Ultimatum - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|06:53pm] |
Here lies the doormat
of a single unknown entity
with bright sinewy tentacles
flailing into a vortex of faith
and I wonder, will this work?
perhaps
but the unknown can be tricky
foxy perceptions feeding
off the ferocious, and full
of technicalities.
a wish is worth a
thousand wants and words,
I was told... and so,
with perseverance
I continue to
ask, for him,
for it,
do I fall asunder now?
Who do I choose?
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[14 Mar 2009|06:46pm] |
The beauty of the world
meaningless and so small
a myriad of tear droplets
graze down honeyed flesh
and I wait,
for what?
I wish I knew.
Once taken away
from the thoughts
which consume me
now I falter
take a step into the water
Is it clear? No.
I dive into murky swamps
the lochness glides
in between my legs
and I'm torn under
gasping for breath
waiting for closure
wanting the unknown
that used to hold security.
I know nothing of this silence now,
only cowhills and painful regrets
from old worlds I fall,
and from these fresh ones I begin
anew.
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| Haunted - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|06:40pm] |
These waters
keep seepin' out
and pourin', and flowin'
I don't know
the direction they
come from
nor do I know
their intention
but I keep paddling
upstream -
through the chaos and
the shadows and the
sob stories -
I keep paddling until
the water clears
and the clouds revoke -
I cleanse myself
in the shallow streams of
liquid - hoping for a
redemption of memories
so dear, & nightmares
so vivid.
the toddlers toy box,
the plastic dinosaurs,
the babies cries,
please
don't
take
me
back
there.
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| Manifestation - 2008 |
[14 Mar 2009|06:28pm] |
Kevlar catastrophes;
they hide behind
corridors of lost
sorrows and mismatched
shadows.
they sway through
dimly lit hallways
to evade the unknown
with a warm familiarity.
they cease the bad attitudes
and lost lollipop fantasies,
and begin to embrace an
epiphany of greater measure;
one I can hold in the
fist of my hand, & hold
dear in the most tangible
ways possible.
mother dear,
in the catacombs of my
own desire, where do I
find the end of this
labrynth, & the beginning
of my own manifestation?
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| Steel - 2007 |
[14 Mar 2009|05:06pm] |
Stainless steel
shimmering through
shallow sunlight
a corpse of divine
delights, crushed velvet
lining a grave
never dug.
to create one glance
of serenity, or collapse
a contagion of calypsos...
wraiths of contradiction
eclipse a murmuring tremor,
and transform a paradox of lies
into a paradise of pleasure.
one are the seas of delight
and forward along the murky
swamps of comprehension and
glimmering abstinence (which slowly
rearrange reality), I become one
with the blood and the steel
consumes.
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| Wordless Eclipse - 2007 |
[14 Mar 2009|05:03pm] |
Wordless and blue
with husky extensions
flowing whimsically,
and exuding divine
malevolence;
it corners
sonatas of worship
and shallow fornifications
of glory.
out of nowhere
it appears.
a shallow pond
of sin to
evaporate the
golden eclipse of dawn.
and ever so silently,
the cobra approaches
its prey - eradicating
delicate strands of serenity
and evoking a glitterfuck fantasy
of malicious temptations, primal
manifestations and
tolerable tattooines.
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| Mother Mayhem - 2007 |
[14 Mar 2009|05:00pm] |
Will you rot away
my little peach tree?
she cooed.
a calling of quicksand
to oversee the calling
of my own catacombs
coiled in apprehension
she fell from the
lily pads of orgasmic orchids
& crawled to the
outer reaches of
time warps, worm holes,
& abominable snowmen
catastrophes.
mother mayhem
has uncoiled
her wrath,
finally.
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| Oath - 2007 |
[14 Mar 2009|04:59pm] |
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This calling is quaint, unobtrusive, and wandering with speckles of contradiction. The energy which surges and flows counteracts and annihilates in a cataclysm of animosity. I will glare the tiger in the eye and collect the glory of his enterprises. I will jump into the eye of the tornado and retake that which is mine.
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| Night Prowler - 2007 |
[14 Mar 2009|04:46pm] |
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Through magenta clouds, which rage against solemn winds, I see eyes that shimmer, but they are not my own. Rosenrot gleams with distrust as the lamb weaves its own wool in a game of deception. These sins - they lay between the layers of lies. They held me silently, in containment, until the feathers burst free from the coyote's mouth, & the moon howled to the night prowler. The nightmare ceases to consume my twinkling conscious and as the first rays of light hit my frosted window, a sense of vibrato - fuzzy, uncomfortable and ceremonious in nature, crawls up my third eye.
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