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Progress from the white washed walls.
So I am sitting there
in an over used chair
staring at this
silver foxed lady
of slandering bickering words
that ooze into my mentality
YET!
I am saved by a some what
out of perspective.
So anyway,
Picture here,
the scene.
She glamorises the gutter
with 'darling' and 'babe'
But I shall give her some credit,
to top up her speaker phone
for she is calm and collective
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The cosmo church of love contract
Lunch with the Sun
and dinner with the Moon
as we swoon
dance
enchant
each others dreams
together in our triangle vessel
through me their light beams
For we amalgamated the blasphemies
Just to say we are but one
They tell me not to worry about fellow men
but laugh to be forever young
In which I say my trust is in your bank
as you reside in my loins
for I feel high off your unlimited love
counting my blood vessels like gold and silver coins
and I look into your eyes
night and day
to tell you I love you
and i will always do your way
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Oh please do not let me forget who you are,
your face
lingering in my hollow eyes
that created barriers of glass
for the return of your barbaric ways
to crucify all that is left
of so called emotion.
Lesson number one,
do not feel anything.
When you have reached the stage of not feeling anything,
perhaps you could go down one of two paths:
1. become a psychopath
2. become a normal person of society.
Usually people of some importance in their towns merge between the two, the rest borderline on unwillingful self destruction but due to their innocence, carry on in a some what sublime happiness, although so their photos on the internet seem to express.
And so here is my poem for you to actually address.
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Dreams have disappeared
under icecubes of pillows
let her sleep
in her death orientated way
she sings in harmony
with broken pianos
and burnt out violins
to the sounds of the lost -
the people that forgot how to sing.
We forget in our hazy duality
that we exist
that we are alive
but living is not enough
for we live under a murderers knife
in which at any moment
we could break
for goodness sake
and for no sake at all
we are afraid
of being
seeing
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They found it in the sleeping desert
wind swept arbitarys riding
molecules of so called fur
with wings like pegasus
mounting to the sun
my liquid friend
i will see you again
more than from just one vision
our matrimomy will rule
without the death of anything perculiar
no blood will be spilt
when we ride in your way
my beautiul desitiny
in your love i stay
and pray to your mentality
against this earth reality
i feel you within my skin
beating like you knew
it's where you've always been
tell me more
whisper me your plans
and we'll map them together
through out all of the descended lands.
Just take from my empty carcass
what you need
those rhythmic rhymes
of secret animated thoughts
creeping through
the system
that you slave too
your greatest enemy is my bestest friend
to the end i'll see the beginining
the light is where
the angels are winning
in this game you're betraying
with your own ignorance
speak up to the salvation of your unmercififul sins
hypnotised by white light rings
spinning spinning
she has accepted the authority
she has accepted the will
its time to move onwards
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The persecuted
That is
Non comparative
Non compatible
With ancient modern minds.
The blinds
Are closed
And have been shut for earth years, too long.
Sun creeps through it shadows yet darkness seeks no warmth.
Here it comes again -
Rushing into
Pagan red
Curtains
Of a breath swaying
Autonomous
Life.
The blood of my body
Is not my own -
It has been sacrificed,
Long ago.
And so we dream on
In endless portals.
Waiting for the return
Of a saviour,
Who is yet to save
A planet,
That is yet to want help.
A Moonful swallow of
wollowing waters
deeply enriched with siliver lined
hearts and pulses
pulsating the movement
of crossroad promises
taking me deeper into my destiny
drowning me in the pity
that has been waiting
anxiously to
smother me in molecules
of electric energy
pulsating pulsating
to the depths of death
to be reborn in the light
out of sight
out of mind
I become blind to its beauty
to its angel aura
river mermaid charm
singing bells
of a rushing water filled alarm
for an echoing fall
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Purgatory iron bars reflecting
drip drying blood in the sun
of lost dreams
lost desires
empty thoughts
swaying in my wind for ears
cheers from the birds
they heard my footsteps
creeping up on love
praying to the above
oh have forgiveness on my sins
my will is your will
i am yours
yet silence crept around faster
smoothered in plaster
breaking at the sound of rain
chained to these bars
these iron death decaying
once betraying
illusionary, monetary bars.
Flash the gold,
blow the blessing
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