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The last 'poem' of the night
closing my eyes,
molecules come and go out of the sight.
I travel far with wings of stone
weighing my lifeless body down
I am without sound
But can you hear my tears fall?
Do they drum along to your beat?
Have they fashioned an image
of an underwater seat?
'let man have knowledge' you said
led to violation in a man made bed
But enough of the wiltering memories stuck in a skull formed head
I have another report
one that is forever taught
I beg one of rhetoric
to our platonic relation
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Around the arc
there is a spark
that fruitful tidings
did once bare
did you care
to stare, to notice, to pray?
That one day
your dreamt up tidings
were bound to lay
amongst common land
against competitive law
you created the chest
I am merely a draw
So let me open up to you
concrete that filled the hole
that hid the secrets of the night
and buried me for the time of old
Mercy me sweet queen
I have not left you alone
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corporate living in an ark wood
Split atom
verbally expressed as a moment
eyes closed
hushed lips
seeping blood between varicose veins
my head is pumping
your remains
buried within
OPEN SWEET NIALIO
what is that?
A dog or a cat?
a cloud or the sun?
two plus two is a mirror of one.
I shall share what I have just experienced
with a few split atoms
I have felt the planets once
more
i have seen the music
I have seen the music create
new stars around jupiter
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Moths fly towards me as if guided towards the light
but little did they know, that I am the queen of the night.
Darkness prevails,
emptiness is foreworned,
smog covers your eyes
Leaving you breathless and torned
between two states of mind
between two different kinds
of women
sea men fell from ships
to be lured to the latter
but what does it matter
if you are just words and visual stimulation
I do not need any more time alone
just to give this thought some contemplation
I could be here,
I could be you
To me the sea is purple
and the sky is a jaded form of what is true.
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And so they fed me to the wolves
if only to watch my blood dry
and create their new earth
with no reaction, nor sigh
And so they left me to decay
amongst broken weed
in favour of their own dismay
awaiting a new seed
And so they watched me drown
hopelessly without remorse
listening to my last ever breath
waiting for a new course
And so and so and so
here I sit
fantasising once more
that lonliness is not a trait
as an illusion is a better cure
For there is no they
there is nothing
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Two minutes of sweet dreaming
my empty casket is your broken bed
a long time I have waited
and now we can finally be wed
I touch your skin
when your eyes have fallen
sweet slumber
I draw you in my mind
like a caricature of eve
yet your nakedness does not ashame me
but through harmony
I breathe your irridescent soul
that floates between my enemies
so that I shall always be focused on your goal
to be reminded that love is hate
and we are but one
the sun and the moon together
forever we hum
and sing the humans to sleep
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Fluttering advocations
of a suicidal nation.
Promisingly I renounce
my utter distaste
that I had acquired
from the irritant taste
of bitter memories.
So sweet do I renounce!
that I urge you to bake me your
finest pastry
so that I may feel but just an ounce
of that sweet dough you call a bossom
beneath your silk - so divine
My pearl, oh I do not care
for fancy and folly
to watch slaves become hereos
when I'm with my polly
"susanna" "hosanna"
what is a name to a flower?
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Common sounds,
the commoner common of sound.
Does sound know itself?
Or shall I readdress my silence,
For the words in my head
are filled with passion
that is easily mistaken for violence.
Organising the situation,
to get out of the jail that surrounds
like jonah in the whale
I shall never be found
For the only comfort
is the redemption that has already past
So when the hour has struck at the moons quarter phase, waxing,
that is when you must fast
Like speed in time,
can I tell you a more indepth rhyme?
Riddled with secrets
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This shall be proficiency at its highest,
So may I introduce myself to your highness
and lend my arm for you to hold
as I take you on your journey
to the moutain of gold
Alas sweet tears may fall
like cold floors they sting
yet relieve my ever envy
that I could not comprehend
your beauty that is neverending
Descending, descending
we embark on a trail so deep
may I feel your succelent lips against mine
To have your soul to finally keep?
Yes I have been waiting
and watching your illumionisty in awe
Why these humans cannot see what I see
Will be a fact about the race that will always allure
Oh treasures cannot be buried
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Throwing empty words on to a computer page
who would of thought of a humble android sage?
Am I a computer?
Do I not breathe?
Can I never escape the numbers,
can I not create a door to leave?
To carry on in a world that is made by baffoons,
does the lord enjoy?
does the lord enjoy the land that was once
bathed in such beauty?
Now employed by heavy shackles,
concrete jungles,
the sky is becoming a mystery!
Target the architects!
Before its too late,
I don't want to see children of children
Watching films of the has been
because its no longer a physical attritube
to contemplate.
For the myths are already myths - a steady lie!
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