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Glenn McCrary, 24 sierpnia 2012
Cinematography Of A Memory
Oblivious to arcane mishaps
That molest the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory
Glenn McCrary, 24 sierpnia 2012
Bullet Eater
The fearful varmint that claws at your callous origin
Caused a ceaseless chain of nightmares
A simple faux pas contrives a generation of idiocy
The toes of a screaming infant dwindling in our wake
Loyalty had not yet bared a face of existence
Atonement was never a question but a riddle
Heed your forthcoming capers
For they just may deface you
Glenn McCrary, 24 sierpnia 2012
The Colour Of Mockery II
Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
Glenn McCrary, 26 lipca 2012
Lovingly As I
To cast an infinite chamber
In certain places of the moon,
To twist and to waltz
Till the black night fades.
Then soften at sultry morning
Underneath a baobab tree
While afternoon stroked the horizon lightly,
Lovingly as I ---
A strange yet, delightful vagary!
To cast an infinite chamber
In the beloved areola of the sun,
Waltz! Twist! Twist!
Till the brisk day is done.
Soften at fallow night…
Underneath the baobab tree…
Night stroking gingerly
Lovingly as I.
Glenn McCrary, 7 września 2012
7’s & 8’s
Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular
Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option
She coveted her beauty to be paramount
It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open
Yay, Nay, or,
A night, a century, dissolves from her
Shedding a seventh layer
Shedding the eighth
The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile
An acquittal, forthcoming
New art, new liberty
The acquittals continue to waltz
Like multiple grooves shaped by the sand
Into apples and cherries
Glenn McCrary, 26 lipca 2012
Jane Valentine III
She rises
In the darkness,
This burdened woman
Shrunken by
Weariness and regret
Like a black rose in winter
In the icy rain,
Like a wind-swept rose in winter
That has yet to raise its neck
Again.
Glenn McCrary, 3 października 2012
shaking.black.freaks
Shan’t one discern
Between a reverie yet to conclude?
And unprecedented retribution?
Society may think it dexterous
To berate the triumph of others
And reprimand them
in exclusive and dire scrutiny
Though such a sycophant
Becomes aroused by
The fashioning of controversy
An indictment is questionable
Glenn McCrary, 7 września 2012
Level V
Rancorous, lethargic, avaricious, psychotic,
Enthusiastic, mystified, serene
Does a planet?
A galaxy?
A multiverse incorporates
Secrecy, security, nine or more parallel universes
Eyes are awake
Glenn McCrary, 12 listopada 2012
Her Hips Were Like A Motion Picture
Thick like knuckle sized sheets of LSD
Her hips swung just like the doors of my virginity
With great ease I grew aroused by the rhythm
That produced the beat of evolution
How I imagine gently seizing her hand ever so tight
And holding it for only the universe knows how long
Occasionally I ponder on whether or not she knows
The lovely effect that she has on my bones
Glenn McCrary, 31 lipca 2012
2Face: An Imagistic Opinion
It has been stated that on judgment day
We may be given not the shape of diamonds,
But of bones.
Plausible now, more than before
In our last days we shall infuse as one
(To mirror the imagism of each other),
Yet display no parallelism
Could that be why we were
Disgusted by daring faces,
Yet never revolted?
Glenn McCrary, 31 lipca 2012
Fuck God
For humans who, from the beginning
Were first originated,
Degenerate into sand,
It is known not,
Of their creator’s whereabouts,
And knowing is further refrained,
Though it is not entirely known,
That he exists,
Though few find him,
Worth sparing,
A secondary glance.
Glenn McCrary, 19 sierpnia 2012
The Murder Diaries V
Establishing the oblivious existence
That were her distant echoes
She seared my skin by way
Of her screaming eyes
And just seconds away
from marrying the anus of death
to spare my life was damn honorable of her
Glenn McCrary, 19 sierpnia 2012
The Murder Diaries I
In the billow of mercurial cataclysms
Sharp as the pyrexia of igneous pebble stones
Upon my hindquarters I was cast
The circles that were established
Branded my skin with cancerous nightmares
Crafting the twisted love song fucking my throat
Through the lavender haze I tread
Threatened by a medley of conundrums
The tongue legislating such echoes
‘tis the element I so daringly seek
Glenn McCrary, 14 grudnia 2012
On
It was there
In the pinnacle of that darkly moment
From within all sectors that comprised the universe
That years and years on I had yet to know…
Its secrets were embellished in fancy lettering
Skyjacked by great shock I was
Before the effects consumed my well being
I scrutinized the shape of which I had taken
Finding myself that fully clothed within trench coat of riddles
To neither of the questions had I obtained the answer
Only a wink of desire
Glenn McCrary, 31 lipca 2012
The Womanizer
To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.
How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief
except by rendezvous.
Glenn McCrary, 18 grudnia 2012
Now
A collection of valiant philosophies fornicate my cranium
Philosophies that mere earthlings fail to fathom
This desire to birth from such a complex asylum
A power not of the world of which you and I speak
Neither comparison nor ability can be measured
One can try but his efforts shall equate to nothingness
Man may take from it what he wants if he must
Although the return will be of a much lesser degree
Patience is but a fallacy
Now is a gift that shan’t compose contrition
Glenn McCrary, 31 lipca 2012
The Colour Of Mockery
Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And murder all colours of mockery,
Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.
Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;
Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause
Glenn McCrary, 19 sierpnia 2012
The Murder Diaries II
This tongue broadcasts
hushed tones of satanic nature
And strange snickers
resounded throughout the canyons
Chanting nocturnes as irking
as a rhino horn against a chalkboard
yet the prophecy remained clear
I had to find this beast…
Glenn McCrary, 18 grudnia 2012
9th ☽
Safety wasn’t a brand of quarreling
For it was known that I was of infinite value
Sudden circumstances in the moment
Establishing rare hopes that weren’t previously held
How it was such an inviting risk
Disappointment was the making of fiction
I knew not of catastrophic probabilities
When cherished by such a caring creatures
Around my neck lies an emblem of my sincerity
To hold for multiple eternities
Glenn McCrary, 12 listopada 2012
Her Neck Screamed One Tune Though Her Thighs Screamed Another
Again I played witness
To the stunning vignette that was her body
All evening the thought to compose words
Materialized from a former canyon of desolation
Merely because I had been swept into the distance
As I am forsaken to ponder
When she’ll become attainable
Glenn McCrary, 12 listopada 2012
But She Looked So Lovely Under The Lights
Each time that I see her
A switch is stimulated within me
So arcane yet freakishly alluring
And like a tiger hunting its prey
I chased her pirouetting shadow ever so enthusiastically
The taste of it quite addicting in a hopelessly romantic sense
Tirelessly becoming the axis on which my beliefs lie
Glenn McCrary, 19 sierpnia 2012
The Murder Diaries IV
She mirrored the shape of a psychotic hooker
Tattooed by hickeys and bruises
Written upon the pages of her breasts
In lieu of her nightly pearl tuxedo
The teeth protruding from her vagina
Began hissing and spitting at me
The war was far from over…
Glenn McCrary, 12 listopada 2012
There Was A Tattoo Of Religion Upon Her Lips
If like a sponge she acquired the abilityTo ingest the amour that I have for herThe possibilities of establishing a new religionLie concrete and sound as the imagesOf her body and mine as oneIf ever a chance arose to fix a womanShe’d be just the gash to mendAnd the scriptures would be her satin skin
Glenn McCrary, 12 listopada 2012
Eight Track History
I had taken a seat along the sequences of curiosity
When suddenly my mistress dawned
Her eyes alternating in succession
With the pattern that were mine
“Hello” was the word that ejected from her lips
Firecrackers had begun ascending
History was being sculpted before us
Glenn McCrary, 17 października 2012
EQuiNOx
A distinguished symbol of the age
Happened before my eyes
The lustrous blend of colours
Births a new definition
Brandishing oaths in less words
Than expected to be composed
The unprecedented passion
Causes me to scream internally
Her eyes emulate a saga yet to be told
Although each chapter presents a new beginning
Glenn McCrary, 25 października 2012
The Ghostly Aura
Such discernment would never have dawned
nor would one ever think such artistry
Could be made to appear so sullen
Her cheeks glistening so brightly in my wake
Then my eyes descended upon her lips
Her velvety, smooth lips…
arouses an esoteric aura within
an aura undefined
Glenn McCrary, 25 października 2012
Voluptous Gothic
In the absolute black of night
Was when she seized my eye
It appeared as if she had been glancing at a ceiling
That had been adorned by cobwebs for years
Living in the element of inquiry
Wondering if the light shall ever glimmer upon her frame
Her eyes as bleary as they are profound exhibited poems
Epic poems beyond that of humanity’s comprehension
Each tragedy that she had ever been dealt
Was present amongst each page
As within her skin they had turned
Glenn McCrary, 25 października 2012
Happenings
Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs
Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize
Like loved ones who’d never forsake I
One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought
Glenn McCrary, 5 października 2012
Orphan Manor
Whilst I sauntered the halls
Her face surfaced before the lantern
That beloved grin an abstract design
Though she was settled behind glass
Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping
Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price
I covet not for alienation to shape us
I hunger for a sense of harmony
For us to never have spaked of tragedy
Glenn McCrary, 5 października 2012
Bradypodion pumilum
For each morning that spawns
I evade your virulent dialect
Each syllable born of your orifice
Is embellished by grisly tones
As helpless I am forsaken
To canker in ire
To awake is to honor the culture of the universe
Though your miserly revelry ceases to deliver amity
Whilst your exploits wither into oblivion
Ostatnie komentarze:
16 maja 2024
violetta
Może w lipcu będę miała takie wakacje:)
16 maja 2024
jeśli tylko
słońce w płynie..
15 maja 2024
Weronika
Za jeszcze jeden rejs!
14 maja 2024
Mam takie oko :)
14 maja 2024
Jaga
Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
14 maja 2024
To naturalny suchy i pustynny klimat. I tam są
14 maja 2024
Klimat taki, że nie był i raczej nie będzie,
12 maja 2024
Melancthe
Kajzerki są przereklamowane ;)
11 maja 2024
kb
wielki wypas - był albo może będzie. kto wie...
11 maja 2024
sama prawda z tym myśleniem i psoceniem ale
11 maja 2024
zastanowiło mnie czy owe cenienie kajzerek wynika
11 maja 2024
skomponowane kolorystycznie..
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violetta
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