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Greg, 18 february 2014

Run From the Name

The pace erupts to leave stagnant
The grayness that permeates
Turning shinning, soulful blackness
To bleak unfeeling

The shame that arises from unintended numbness
Like being raped into submission
By the suffocation howls
Of the lonely night
Grasping at the reach
The linked up end of the fence
To travel a road
That leads
Nowhere

Who can understand?
That a triviality blooms in the wake
Of a shadow half-elated
To try to remake
Itself into a soft melody
So self-aware it never feels
More than what it knows of
Half-convinced that it isn’t real

To deal
Shatter the image looking glass
So soft
In the laughter of yesterday’s joy
Together
Rip the arms from the fetus grasp
Holding to its mother tight

Masturbating
At the love that’s lost

The beaten trek that leads to the light
Untouched candle
Brimming with loathsome suffering
To touch softly
The relentless gaze of a holy shadow
A light that knows no love
A bond that creates a chain
To give away
All of his lonely pain
Into the falsified name
That leads astray
From the essence of him-self

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Greg, 14 february 2014

A Humble Offering

As the world passes slowly on by
Trapped in the red tape
Of a telltale disguise
Abiding the rapture
To hang to the moment
That life comes undone
Unscripted and free

So basically
The light has left the tunnel
Shadows have come to claim their home
In the halls of philosophical greatness
Hopefully with no hope to share
For the worst thing to give a man too scared to eat
Is knowledge that there’s no poison there

Then life turns inside out
Relentless like the pouring rain
And sunshine will beam down
But I’ll look again for the rain
Until I have an excuse to huddle up
Underneath a cold shadow box
Gray and shared with the bugs and the worms
Convinced that my shit is glittering gold
But oh no I will never save my soul
From the rampant rummaging of the deep dark hole
Because if another is to be reluctant to go
I shall tell him

Child
Friend
Lover
Fellow Human
Sentient Being
Sentience
You have nothing to fear
Greater than the soul-deadening knowledge
That you cowered away
And set yourself a trap
Too comfortable for you and the others involved
To move yourself out from

To wiggle without causing so much pain
That it will not be worth the love of God
And more importantly and perhaps the same
The love of yourself

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Greg, 2 february 2014

The Comfort Song

Cringe the pharaoh maiden
The expectorate that lays within
To decimate the soul
Of the remaining ounce of control

Which if relinquished
Will make me more whole
Than you could ever be

I need the competition
Because the blue sky is not free
It is the lost attempts of a vapid past
The ghost of masters
Sitting silent upon the grief stricken raft
With wrath of ages
And unexpected wagers

To call hollow sounds into
The nights that don’t last

And when the first two verses
Are left behind
The nonsense become climactic
Like the rhythms of the Rhine
In which nothing is forsaken
And no soul can ever look
At the indolence
And poetry
The street fractured
Illusion
The type casted forensics
Of an experience that is no longer me

Cringe the pharaoh’s maiden
Hint silent at the waning light
For if the neon comes crashing down
At least the sound will implode
Keep quiet for the children playing ball
On the open fields with their fathers

Lay silent on the grass
Looking up at the golden flowers
Sit against a tree
And warmth brushes my face
With the embrace of a serpent
That has come to steal my soul

I exist only to let you down
To enamor the dull-witted and soul dead
With witty catch phrases
And to speak only of the witty catch phrases
To cut myself down in my external form
Perceptible to me
Through the eye glass of illusion
Seen by me
As the light that can’t subside
I try to die inside
And I know that one day I will

But the beaten child
Has grown too strong
To lay dormant any longer
And so I raise my head and cry out with a scream
I am not what I seem
This is my ego, this is my fear
I am the unspeakable
And so I can never share

…farewell to the sullen ground
Hello to the roots of despair

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Greg, 20 january 2014

The Nameless; The Object

Blackness covers sunshine
The raven loses ground
Morose by its nature
Lost, lost just to be found
In all it had forsaken
Dismantled and procured
In the vanity of beauty
Where love comes to ruin

A comfortable despair
A languished angry song
Held out on a prayer
That just once nothing goes wrong

But once is for infinity; splicing the moment to a smooth fracture

And by asking I shall never receive
The burden is upon the ox’s shoulder
To shut the fuck up and just make believe

That life
Is hollow and cold
Build a fort around your soul
To never ever ever ever ever show
The love you really are
Kept hidden away, deep in the dark
And I understand,
Trust me
I’m a coward too

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Greg, 28 december 2013

HappyHappy Sadness

Sometimes
The birds explode
Erode the soul in its whole

Fall

Try to keep me down
Fuck the sky inside out
Rhyme you too a banyan tree

Catch me Bitch

Running through the lily fields
With dreams that feel twice as real
As a severed head painted black

Stop

Forget what I said
Let it in your head
Out of the hole on the other side

Oblige

Oblige

Keep me in your heart
Tear the little shits apart
When you are the grayest
Cloud on a bright summers day

Win
Win the prize
Win
Win the prize
Win
Win the prize

I'm just fuckin' around

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Greg, 7 november 2013

A Short Expression of Joy and Gratitude

There is a light sparking in my heart
A bee-bop good time tuned to make me shake
And quiver in ecstasy
Swing my hips and lick my lips
To the sway of music so sweet

Dear Jesus
I'm happy

Thank you
And thank you baby

Infinite gratitude
For the gift of empathy
The rope out of the well of loneliness
And into the glory of the Sun

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Greg, 30 july 2013

A Self- Depricating Lie

Grabbing to the green slime that drips from the horror wall
Attached to blackness and squandering faith
A waste on plastic tables melting
Blueness into tear drops of the Now
The shrouded cloud of psychedelia enveloping in cosmic form
The divinity of urban culture so affluent on judgements of any kind

Good Bad Terrible and Lovely
All words that describe the fate of the simpleton
The writer curled up in an impotent ball
Afraid of life and blaming all the rest
Symbolism as a way to hide; not to express
The inner Jew of fear
The subconscious node spoken to me by the realms of Gods
To say:
Hey you are the worst creation to ever come to be
And by acknowledgement you are trapped
Freedom is the trap as well
There is no where to go
And no one to be
The being of self denial is the illusion of the awareness of illusory nature
Divine apathy is the mode of my own distortion
I am the sand beneath your feet
Directionless and made to die; I am the lonely traveler; Alone-ness, essential-ly

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Greg, 18 june 2013

Atom

Razor back head of porcupine pin pricked by black and white light
A stair case reaches into the abyss of Mind
Lots of caverns
Taverns in which to hide away and drink, glory to the man cramped in black and white coming out the other side
Of the building

To manifest that which is structure amidst the sea of blue spikes and pink paisley, subtle
Lightening strikes and the tail of the serpent goes flying off and to pieces
Atomization of the beast
The serpent tower of twisted tongues
The language of flow uncensored
To hang within the boundaries of then and now

Colors drip slowly from the space of the unhinged tail
Melting slowly into an every blue sky from which a cat peaks
And purjury commences for the tail is reformed under the guidance of a tilted grand piano

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Greg, 18 june 2013

In its purest form (Flow)

Since ten years ago,
the ebb and flow
the mystic river that
goes and goes

Simple in nature
For essentially beauty
Is the moment that words
Outline the glorious sun

Rhymed like cheese
And flying like butterflies
Ostentatious with as little show as possible
No need to detract from what is

No regal demonstrations
Or artful performance
Only the bare moment of the here and now

For art is flow
Poetry in its simplest form

For the unread
There is no glamor
Here is now

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Greg, 17 june 2013

Bare

This moment of flaccid connectivity
Shall spur and burn into systems
Unfolding, unrelenting expression
Red like the eyes of trees beholden witches
Young and old, dark and cold
Shine the light projected forth
In blue hair not so clean
Godliness is next to vanity
The void draped in colors made soft
The harsh freedom of the splintered night
Come together
Round the fire
Worship the wind

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Other poems: Where Are You?, Redemption, Eyes Run Dry: Kill the Pretense, Despotic Confusion, The Office, The Rapture, Constipation: Truth, Spit it Out, Apparition, It is What it Is Child, Run!, Cut-Short and Dry, An Amalgamation of Weird, The Lord of Touch, Witch's Brew, A Pounding Song that Drowns out the Pain, Let's Love Let's Die, Cyclic, Suffer Child, Through the Grind, A Love Letter, Original Ecstasy: The Rotting, Doom's Day Parade, Surface Circles, Drowning and Thirsty, Frozen, Renounce!, The Coward's Homage, Order-Confusion, Hemorrhage, Run From the Name, A Humble Offering, The Comfort Song, The Nameless; The Object, HappyHappy Sadness, A Short Expression of Joy and Gratitude, A Self- Depricating Lie, Atom, In its purest form (Flow), Bare, Light and (Golden) Shadows, Misfiguration, The Path to Subjectivity, The Melting, Kerouac's Cum, What's Left, And Here's To You, Victim, The Eternal Dynamic,

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Poetry

Run From the Name

A Humble Offering

The Comfort Song

The Nameless; The Object

HappyHappy Sadness

A Short Expression of Joy and Gratitude

A Self- Depricating Lie

Atom

In its purest form (Flow)

Bare

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