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Greg, 11 february 2013

The Path to Subjectivity

Bleeding heart in twisted veins
Collapsed upon the window pain
Visuality turning into sound

The high pitched scream of purple drapes
Blown into bits by the love we make
And the love that we are made of expounds

Outward from the inner realms
Of objective sonic hells
Dancing in the ringing bells
We wait

To be formed out of nothing
To create a little something
That will be forever more

But all that you ever make
And all that you every take
To be you is not yours

You just are
The effervescent sun
The one between the juke box
And the tattered bar room wall
Infinite held within the scalded pot
That sits upon a lonely stool
Looking for the cops;
To create definitions of what it should be
But really it’s relational

So forage down the rabbit hole
And come up for a breath
When you are on the other side
And none of you is left
Characteristics dissolved into love
Not tucked away upon the self
That is constriction
Objective vindication

Love is the sound of transcendence
Love is the sight of transcendence
Love is transcendence
Love

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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, 12 march 2014

The Lord of Touch

There are rampant anal beads
Hanging from the walls
Of yesterday’s time
Of yesterday’s time
Singe a vase
That falls against the hall
Mask is all mine
Mask is all mine

If you could see
What you’re doing to me
The birds and the bees
Make light the debris
The only chance
Of a golden hand
To reach down and make me whole

Singing like the rhythm that shakes
Awake with no take
A gliding mistake that rides
Upon new rhythms
Feeling my mouth
Oblige my fingers
To run them out

Will the cunt rain??
No one knows
Of the movie
That shows
Castrating soldiers
And the answers to their woes
Rising up in armies
That deform the signs that show
Their balls have been demolished
By circumcising pain
That reduces love to petulance
And grand dreams down into shame
But to rise from the ashes
Breaking through the lashes
Call the angel trumpet
That rips asunder cashes

If you have bought one thing at a supermarket
If you have bought one thing from the pillars of the pig empire
May you burn
Steal ‘em steal ‘em all
I never will
But the balls to have ‘em
Still reside in some
But the answer’s don’t fight
Reside inside a light
That looks so bright
With a pain that kills the Jews
On a sunny afternoon
To lead to bombs of fire
That make the children swoon

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Greg, 11 march 2014

Witch's Brew

Witches are arising from closet doors
Doomed, serendipity to emasculate whores
Once upon time saw five open doors
Four three two one
Now there gone
Four three two one
Now there gone

Beat around the bush and see visible fate
Making home on everything that cannot wait
To satiate a pain that just ostentates
With eyes that open signs, and lines that castigate
Shiver in the cold, to break the same old chain
Winner over here, you saw me my dear
Dreams all fade away, when I stop and say
Who am I dreaming them
Four three two one
Now there gone
Four three two one
Now there gone

Applied around the surface and held close to the helm
Of a dying butterfly that probably fought like hell
Just like me just like me, but love is our disease
As the chance of resurrection tears me to my knees
Alleviate and elevate an ever growing rage
That traps a ghetto child in the songs of a gone age
Because the sounds of the now resound so loud with truth
That I run away into someone else’s youth
But
Four three two one
Now its gone
Four three two one
Now its gone

Sing upon the remedy a grand conflicted fear
Trapped in hell that’s raging on the dominance of a sphere
A stagnant sorrow comes crawling over me
So I’ll let it go and hoping not to be
Four three two one
Now I’m gone
Four three two one
Now I’m gone

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Greg, 11 march 2014

A Pounding Song that Drowns out the Pain

Sweet God Almighty
The resurrection is here
I’ve been pushed over the edge
And fell into my fingers
Into my forearms and a painstaken ledge
To slash open my throat
And feel the blood
Gushing, hemorraghing from my neck
To fill the open wound
A cataclysmic prison
That shatters with a guitar strike
That makes the children shiver
Because they saw that their coats
Were made of toxic glass
Took them off in musical warmth
But now the song has past

So far out is the reach
Of a gloomy angel near
For one hundred dead gone lullabies
That ciphen up your ear
A metal plate clashes grey
Sparks fly from your eyes
Together when the dreams come true
The peasants start to cry
For what has come of life is just
To watch the efforts die

But relinquish nothing
And strive forward in faithful agony
You are the son of Abraham
And the moment you cease to strive
You will form
For you will continue to strive
But only so fast as to be caught in the current
So stay positive and move forward

Drenched in the languor of language
The conceptual piece meal that drips from the cage
The love that’s gone missing
To crevice the losers
In a dark alley and make them all hate
Each other
Because inside has become out
Caught on the limb
Of all reasons past
But internally free
To infinity
Manifest joy
And hold nothing to me
The song was once over
But it has started again
To beat an old rhythm
Loose from the hymns
Should I read? Or should I learn?
Drench in the game of peace
To what little nonsense
Give the traction to hold
And again the light is coming up
Again the surrender is hyper
And spring time brings demise
For what is the angel?
I have to ask questions
Because the answers
Have run dry
I’m trying to beat back the rush
But as soon as I look
The object forms
And Oh my god its hideous
It must be suppressed
In the guarantee that this moment now
Is what is, for me

I am dancing step after step
Racing so fast
That my mind quiets into a single pointed touch
A focus on the feel of each note
The harmonics of each vibration
I never want to see myself
But annihilate myself in song
In poetry that no one can read
I wrote it too fast
For it to belong to me
Faster than the city
Faster than the bloom
I have killed the flower
So I will never have to watch it die
I am the hole in the earth
The flitting butterfly that must be kept inside
How could such a thing be done???

The world may be cruel
But my tear drops are blue
Straining out of the abyss
Into the forest of tomorrow’s past
To make a story of my life
To whore out to myself inspite
Of knowing that to look makes me
So uncomfortable
A lonely prostitute of experience
Fallen from the graces of a metaphysical queen
That broke division all together
By bringing love into the golden triangle
And spend squares into the light
Together another reach
A grasp a breath

I want to stop talking
I want to stop writing
But if I do the walls will break
And I will feel the ache
Of restlessness
That makes my soul quake
The harder I try
The harder I fall
All in all

I am nothing
Let me disintegrate
For when I was nothing
I could make connections
I hate reflecting
Want to just feel
The sorrow as well
Reflection is death
Wept by the glamour
Together at death
Together at best

Breath 2
I am running and running
So fast from myself
The truth it comes out
On line number 50
Because there’s only so long
You can lie
And make a soul-juice box
As the terror does die
Hold on to nothing
But if you don’t you will die
So I hold to illusion
That time has ripped by
Because my hopes stay down
At least I think that’s why
The barren-ness of a glacier
Turns to a spectacle in the sky

If I keep writing for hours and hours
Day after day
Eventually my pain
Will be turned into gold
I hope so
I hope so
If I don’t see me then
I can devote myself
To a reference of my head
Because who is this my?
If love has gone by
The immutable taste
Then what is there left
In the soul left to rape
What can friends say
The defense is my death
To make myself someone
Brings me so free
I cannot look anymore
And I don’t see why
I should
So I run run run
And just pay attention to myself
Not to my reflection
Break the fractal
I have to stop writing or I will see myself
Not be myself

Ahhh blast the buttefly
Sting a monkey on her cunt
And bring a lot of love
To gleam in the midnight sun
To redo the pain of nothing
To link up into the stars of castration
An old imagination
That holds up a sign
Of undying taste
To leave you in waste
As incurable taste

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Greg, 10 march 2014

Let's Love Let's Die

Its hard not being at the festivals
Not swimming in the seas of love
And general good vibes
That permeate the trees
Whispering oh so softly
“I am the tonality that will make you deaf
And bring death to your ego
So, if only for a passing moment,
You may frolic in joy
And rest assured that there is nothing to rest from”

“You are the eternal form my child
The vapid check has none against you
Bloom forth, and there shall be none to stop
Your romanticizing of everything”
For once again, with an object of endearment
I have tried to trap it in my cell
Of thought and nervous tapestry
That deadens love and brings form to effulgence

Its hard not being at the festivals
And not among the crowd, when not
The world strikes me as awfully cold
And quite dim apart from those joyous lands
Sixteen shades grow from my fingers
To feel the life that evaporates
And caresses the beauty
Of all pervasive language
Stumbling up like a helicopter into
The black night
Climbing over toad stricken stools
And rampant drug brigades
Fight down and hammer home
The relinquished energetic field
Bring light into the patch-work
And shed joy into the crevice

One valley then another
Atop cyanide pained cremation
As one person takes a step
And another does to
In synchronic hope
Tripping each other
I can feel it on my finger tips
The world being peeled away from
By noticing my finger tips
Goodbye
The world has become self-aware
Is sterile
Is dead

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Greg, 10 march 2014

Cyclic

Beauty is death
I strive for the hideous
The peculiar the ugly
That which discloses only itself
May the golden drapes
On the infested wounds
Sour like curdled cream
Bury vacant in the lots
Of abandoned hopes
And lost dreams
That only were bandaids
On an aching heart
But now
Let me ache free
Be tormented in public
And not hide my wretched face
Behind a façade of wretchedness

Clean the glass dome
That capitulates anarchy
Into the senator’s home
That relinquishes from tyranny
Every god damn covenant
Residing silently like the snake
That told the whore
To eat the apples
And set her free
From the love of God
To toil and love in the fields of herself
To know the beauty of pain
The lush vegetation of torrential hatred
And torment so traumatic
That it could only manifest
In the coming into life
Of a new born
Naked and free
And secure
Ripped from the cortical vertex of intimacy
To bleed out into the world
And lay helpless on the table
To be taken care of
By that ugly wench that rejected him in the first place

To be born is to die
To suffer the ultimate rejection
So eat nothing and contaminate
The pond
For when one song is over
Another is beginning
And the cycle goes on….

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Greg, 6 march 2014

Suffer Child

To strive on like the soldier
Weighing risks and counting boulders

Two fires are started in my soul
One that abhors me
And one that adores that
Which comes to attack me
And shatter my scheme
Rhythms beat repetitious
Gleaning a small glance
To be torn away by the hounds of hell
Barking in my ear
*ring ring ring*
I’m coming
The door swings open
And eyes wide shut
Embrace the golden calf that sits
On a throne made out of God-shit
Relentless adoration
For two passing songs
One a reflection of the other
And the other the same
Grasping at each other
For something substantial

But only by knowing
Can this be possible
Free from the grasp
That gives rise to this barren earth
Full of luscious green life
And teeming with insidious competition
The bloom of the flower
And the hum of the bee
Are but trinket coverings
Of the endless suffering that they are
And the sooner this is seen
The sooner the green skys turn grey
The quicker life comes to an end
And Green can be seen
Not just in the grass
But through the grass
From the other side
A few shout to us
To just give up
And let out a welting cry
To melt the candle wax
Of your daily teardrops
That arrive and arrive
To descend and pretend
To be hollow, lonely, and barren

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Greg, 4 march 2014

Through the Grind

Six times pain
Unrelenting as a gray shadow
Of disappointment
Unfulfilled promises
And dreams that reached for the stars
Untold as the rainbow…road?
That’s the best I can say
Travelling along colors
To the apex point

Whisping through the breeze of space
The calm sultry stillness
That slashes through nothingness itself
To render beauty impotent;
Beauty is impotence itself
The direct apprehension
That brings substance to form
That potentiates impotence
The appropriation and observance
Holy holy observance
That calls forth, that which is hidden
In Appearance

Beauty transcends maya
By intimating substance
Pure truth in the light of the shadow
The light that has no shadow
Fuck the light
The truth is in the shadows
For there is no light there
To cast the shadows
To illuminate and ruminate
To bring to their knees
The children of the sun
Who wail out into the abyss
Of beautiful blue
“God where did you go
Where have you gone
I want you
In your infinity and concrete
The substantialism of love
Permeating every star
And holding up every planet
In the brilliant night
That I gaze into
Afar, and reaching
The expanses of my mind…nay my soul”

I would tell more
But the castrating concrete calls
And I answer with a hollow whisper
“I am coming my master”

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Greg, 4 march 2014

A Love Letter

Strange shadows follow me
Into day
The light that was relinquished
Comes with pain
To wrestle away
The waking moments
And castigated dreams
That let me sleep
That let me sleep

Hey baby
You wanna write some lines??
She says no
And bites her morning bread
Leaving the thread half spun
That I must now complete
On my own
But yet weave her in
…only getting a copy
My made up copy
But I want her
So I ask again
Hey baby
You wanna write some lines??
My hands her heart
: She’s looking soul constipated
Pushing and pushing
But nothing comes out
But dry air
And now it comes:
Hoping you’d hear my heart
Trying to correct the order
But…you can’t melt the crystal!

“I just wanna chill”
She says as she backs out of the
Poetic orgy
But now she returns, for a taste
“I want to be in your arms,
And would love some dick”
“To be one with you
And carry your baby
Wander my life with you
Take care of your chubby belly,
Bearded and skinny face”

Feed you with love
To flow back and forth
As the dams break
The cradle will fall

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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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