January 2012
60 posts
A Wish for Porn
Forgo all the pornographic needs preset
By all those set to heed a formulated need
Of engendered love in quotation marks
To force only heels to ascend above
The promised land like some holy
Affectation of this slow flat hand
To slap the mitigation, the lawyer, the sinner
Even is she looks like a saint
Or he whom it is fine to prefer
If not the kindness by the arbor too old to have such...
December 2011
57 posts
Yall
Yall are complexity and distributed narcissism
Yall is forced to stick to the pattern of biblical catharsis
Yall are found in The majority of one single note
Yall are an interpolation of the novel yall yet to wrote
“I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via lionskeleton)
elaina0907:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I Fucking love
Blink182
The Breath, My Son
Where dear creature dose the breath befall
For it was a part of your whole but now as
An independent it stands
Alone in winds to be left to hands
Of his own
And the personality must now be built of stick and stone
May he be full of kindness bountiful in deed
May he be full of unicorn porn and bile
And all while may he only sparingly expound heed
It tis an ancient shit to be blown like...
Chess
Was there but personality or mimicry
If all the world is but a pawn
And every man a piece the bord
Then could not those men bend to a desire
Not a comand diseased with fire
It is all in place and whim
I swear it tis a joy to follow my word
For it is gold and shall be
So follow and follow you bored
For it is all up to you to find
A life of yours for eternities wake
Communistic if Provoked
The pull of child’s hair
The fact the blond dose not own or care
For it but until mischievous villains do
And the hiemal of falsifying is born anew
Questions Only a Fool Would Answer
Why do Dickinsons write of things the lame man
Can not fully understand
And why do we give the affirmative
Before the negative
Why give ablitlty in thought
To take it in deed
Why do we question civility
Yet never truly heed
All the stereotypes that fit me perfectly
All I may triumph in is the aggrandizing
Manors in which I conduct
All the misgivings of my forced solatium
To a corrupted...
Believe in Trains
I stood in awe under the locomotive’s berth
And a stature so grand it would not let
The smallest ant from it grasp of innocence
And my scrooge started to melt from my sole
My plight absolved as the poor boy sang of forlorn
Holidays gone by as the girl spoke of material things
I was sure from my patience would be my greedy reward
And I felt the peternal touch of His jollyness
And his...
At Least You Are
So you have bit the head off the snake
And yet you wonder why it can still dream
You have taken the man and fucked him to a husk
You have taped over the porno for it leaves but bitter tastes
You are the brogue of the voiceless
You are the cavolus trench coat lurking in a corner
You are all a lone in a wet blanket of wet dreams
You are all but human or more than machine
Mr. Who
It’s like a bolstered tradition of fallacy and petitions
Of pedafiles and subtaranian day-walkers tantamount
To bullshit movies shat out by Paramount
All the children died with porn and sweets lo in there
Back picked pokets slighted by the man
Forced by a slippery hand
To ramble like this dead sole
On the corner taking homosexuality to the streets
And bleeding my torn pants to a...
Drunken Wish
Stuck up fornicators now in his swaddle
And the fuck up lacking of bottle
And loosing time and one’s mind
And it never seemed to be a better season for inebriation
Till Forever and for Always
Till forever and for always said the clock
Till foreber and for always said the lock
Till forever and for always said the child
Till forever and for always said the defiled
Till forever and for always said the religion
Till forever and for always said the opinion
Till forever and for always said the slaughter
Till forever and for always said the laughter
Till forever and for always...
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I. AM. SCREAMING.
I HAVE FINALLY SEEN IT
OH SWEET...
Confusion for Sheep's Sake
A rational behind ulterior motives
Are as follows the same path of never uterence
Of never keeping a word outspoken
Of only conceiling what is true to form
Or by some divine justice
Alluding to some ectype not yet divulged
Keeper
And the virus spread like a damn dirty commy
Left in a shanty and fed scraps of women’s clothes
As markers for what the gangrel became
For he did try to abstain
The human isn’t perfect
Than that is why only the retarded are worth it
You Can't Need Just One
If there was none but beauty
And all was sound
Then there would be no feeling
No sweetness confound
But pain is specialized in follies the same
Now find a balance a king
Or a mixing and mingling
Chimes of the Lake
As the man skirted the still worked pond
Filled with nothing but cloudy dreams
The periphery was graced with thin broken
Ice pieces filling dead silence with
A tangible, almost metaphysical, reaper of sorts
Out, in the mire of thought and etherial sunset,
The chorus of wind and chime
Erupted in perfect stillness from the lake
As the wind pushed the broken glass together
Each sang his own...
Cloth Envy
This flag
This past time tired mad
Who are you to shelter a mass
Of deliberate and folding class
Youre fallen and broken
Youre aging and strok victim
Take an accent y’all at Yale
And take a fucked up grizzly stall of stale
You need you classify
And ratifie a costume of self and conviction
Of regional, yet interchangeable, mockable, diction
But why not during your race can I find...
SHHH! Rats Are Speaking
But no one shall thump the discrimenant rat
The nat is over looked Ishmael
The shadowy sly serpent shan’t be cleaved
Incessant mothers with mouths devour all
The whore-deserves that she get
Stop screaming Kardashians
For no one will listen to the progressive rat
Governing Mine Mind
Kill the forest for it cannot protest
Command the masses
With tightening ass
To follow principals self founded
But why not say the patriarch
Minimalism in prophetics do but of peace bring
But sheltered the rav-in-us choruses do sing
Of want and need to be freed so as to fell futility
And anger of giving of guidelines
AND BREAK CYCLES
Shout the harlequins of a braying matter so pure
As...
Answer Me This, A Mark of Pretension
To where dose the independent go
When liberty is free not to sow
To where dose the locomotive lay
When the felonious weeds preserve sweet decay
Murdering Dolphins
He killed a dolphin for fun
His conditioning to keep
All the anger in belief
Keen deep in filth
So functioning drones that don’t stop
To be frot
With kin that are melted in a real life porn
And drugs not of scorn but forlorn
It could never be the fault of an offspring
To raid the bootstrap cliche
God could thou give a special present
For this tried and sainted dolphin killer...
Ghosts Sleep Too
The pyretic prophetic sedated diarrhetic
Could make the silhouette fall to a state of tangibility
Could appear in its haretitary affectation
As if a adytum was absolved of guile
Pretend purging was all but out of style
Lonesome Martyr
Deceitful is the concave pave
That ment all the citrus
That drips from us
Now come alone
For singularity is all
That majority could know
Ponder
He had the will to hold his head under the puddle
Till he left himself for dead
But then why didn’t he just not continue to live
Why so the dramatics in this, a maturing age
Did he get lost in a copse or a humble cage
Or is it all a little deeper than such simplicity
Pity is a Shitty Thing
An antebellum misogyny
So stricken with sumptuous poverty
Loved of kind bullshit and harborors
To keep it all deceived within labors
Of love and swine
That dine on carbord and a mantel of petty
Shagirns to be extracted as a decaing slob at the ready
And this Vonnegut may be splayed out in formal
A tired fool to witty too loose his spool of yarn
To give of himself a story lacking lines and...
Time in a Box
The capsule is full of bygones and memories
So I’ll burry it in a weald
A strong hold of niceties to fare to feel
And bethink of how memories can’t hold me
