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...
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)
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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...
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
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...
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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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
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...
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
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
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
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