January 2012
60 posts
The Human Body
The pornographer asks for more attention and focus
He dose not ask but pleads with audience to see art as cock
And to wish away all the troubles of in this take stock
The girl forced up by balloons can only control her hight
By a sacrifice of safety in self but she calmly kills it so
It was not the place to wonder but the action to bestow
The hermit practices his alchemy in the basement of...
And Death Gave an Id
Then Death held out a pretty packaged parcel to the human
He gripped it loose like cordial ginger
He was begging the man to take his prize
With that sunken lonly gaze only Death can bestow
His fingers were cold and trusting
And man was scared of just that trust and reling
On his lifeline of innocence
And Death said
Come, take this package from me
I know that you want to reep its...
Listen
Pen and Stone
And the hotchpot of needs is the great underweight
And want still towers like infinity’s nothingness
Bit by bit I decide to feel blessed
But I is not a realm the poet can use
For I can not tell I may only know
To Beloved, the Forgotten
To the miscreant who thinks
The broken home is not a conciliate
To the orphan’s replication
Is but wealth mentally stricken
To the sun of god walking in prada
And the experimenter who needs him least
But finds him most
To the semi-autonomous personage
Only controls by logic and numbers
To the Street-Sweep with the holy job
Of cleansing a heaven to sparkle like hell
Let Darkness Still Shine on Those Who Still...
Sugar coat an empty promise
Of fortitudes and thwarts of daring do’s
And all along the tree dose leave
A single birr for a man too lacking in wealth to want it
Rival up and die
Keep me at a distance you sower so
As not to interfere with the evil you know
King of the Shack
You now my never state
Where the building stands in wait
Because its perimeter is solidly fake
The most real thing you can give
Is a wavering of self
Adream let get away
Break
The bleb of courtesy comes to the surface
As a waning of semantics waxing the preverbal
Car and mind all freedoms thoughts even fighters
Need a chance to calm a fist of harsh faith and debauchery
The mettle of this sin is not perfect
But at least the savior was straight with me
In Thought Word and need
If love is but epiphany
Then where is the soul
Why is that the sting of questioning
Leaves the mans face blank and
Then it finds a proper meaning as a detective
Could he not educe the same as a man with identity
Could Emerson not make his eye more visual
To this self proclaimed god
Or is the truly unbenounced too prominent to
Be taken seriously
To be found
Is all this a portrait of...
Re-Education
After the rubble was photographed and the sex appeal
Of a war-torn country fades
All you are left with is memories for a pen unwieldy
And a brain of self indevor and open interpretation
Did you know my father once told me that good poetry
Comes from a point of intrest truth and light
But I want the light’s creator to be my poetry
And I want the slimsy futile fantasy to keep it sane
Destroy
There comes a time in every life to lead a path
Broken in perfect sted of the mother’s regime
Natheless the patriarch can’t be escaped
For he is him as he is he
If all the world devulged in the same manor
Then we would only be in the feet if where the father stand
Build
Deplorable sinning streets a a cities
Great lights held bear
Held time in contretemps and concrete
The house is the remora
The palace is but a place to worship
The sole a places to hide
Beginning of Something to Question
And sweep and dance the ballet of courtesy
And keep the fringed dress of curtain satin promiscuity
On the floor of sham where it belongs
It quits smoking yet again to ditch a deuced dirty habit
Yet it could not foreign the look more convincing
Than having the lit sin in his hand
The devils scorn of truth and a harmonious matramony
Of self and world is lit with every flick of a flame in...
Filling the Space
Sunsets on an apex
Like a behemoth on a mole hill
A speck of dust in space
Screams the loudest for a deaf audience
That just like the colors and laughs along
And you should sit in that padded harsh red stitch
That gave you comfort and ironic mobility
The persnickety hairs the demean you from you neck out
The lasting shiv of prison’s personality
All a culmination of need that could...
Re-americanization
History reminded of pasts
And people of the lecture
Not of the solace of the class
But the disenfranchised are exploited for the better
Rolling hills of what the man could take
Ransom pills that stunt the growth
These words only the musician can make
Will cause the deep end to believe the dulcet note
Many of the Man
Pity is the crutch of the pretentious
Said the snide the hurt simple time
The sweeping fornicator in but his mind
A wash a tickle of redemption from the mosh
Of swilled love and alcohol
To be alevitated by yet still the taste of his kill
Of child and dear
The sweet pinched ear
The kindness the fond caress
Far now to be careless
Like snide pictures of photographs
And dittys of second...
A Bee To Be
A perspicacious bee
He found the flower to be more than aware
Of her eleventh form and grace
This was a gratuitous surmising on the bee’s behalf
And shunned the flower from the hight of perfection
The bee felt was his duty to say to
He found a tree dead and barren
Alone and forgotten by time and those whom care
She was broken in a harsh matter of fact at her base
And she was now a...
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im sorry but this is way too funny NOT to reblog lmfao
i’m...
The Baby Can Fly
Mobile factories in the desinence
That shoot for the stars in quiet repose
The outrance of his mind to be reaching
Is not in his conscious but in his toes
Set Only
Whispers of fluid from breath and young tongue
Too busy herself with a husband and child rear
Alone he blows his shallow dollar on the priests savior
His small boy to be advantaged and suckled at like a toy
For a to be winner of bread in an old seburban home
To singular to be of his own
My he not make his desision alone
For it is but a question of preference
Say the preface say the stone...
Paint a Picture Of
Love is just the deceit of hate
The only truth Banksy loved to paint
Or the loathing only the blind could create
A tremble of a mural so bonny
A heart viscid to the past embalmed me
As it seemed a joke to true to be funny
Broken
The beauty of ammonia is in its design
It rob the house of a stench in place of the
New one it was then made to find
Again the barter gives it a shuffle
And the deck is staked against the
ammonia whom is given the drug again
And he then makes the filth of shoe and
Need that should give the quiet pause
And the restless a stir
he grapples with the need to find a place in the milieu
he...
Juxtaposition
Expostulate upon the myrtrs foot
Only to be held by the lie he has you put
Paregmenon or paregoric
All medicin to the juxtaposition of the historic
And Let the Ship Evade the Sea Yet Again
Immutable law of cohesion in diversion
In penance in placement and debt
In what is not held but stale and under threat
Of suicides and rainbows
And salt on lips of ships like Cesar flows
Like the vessel to lame to stow
The swine of death by undertow
Kiss me thine lip of eternity
Or malice scientific perjury
Phonographic calls to lovers never heard
As if the tracks set forth should be...
And A Friend Of Mine Died
The obscenity of being the outsider
The burden of knowledge without a means of change
The crush of having this basterd villein
And the play acted out in your minds wild eye
For revenge you can not have
Revenge that is not for you
To pretect those from fate or themselves
To keep the world at a safe distance from all it is
Could not be
Should be
But all that you may attempt is to build a...
Vomit
Sepia colored contacts
And mints that can not outlast
Of all the pornography displayed
Tribulation of a nation abstained
As a line drawn to scale
For the map has a hard time to regale
If it holds none but a fact not a flourish
No a love but a gremlin discouraged
To wipe away the blemish but not
The repose left to be bought
Sway the curdles as it is easer if deportation did occur
Than...
he and his Pen
he could talk
yet his point could not be found
a frustration of pretension and gasconade
was fraught with ease and tribulation
and kept the ink from its magic bleed
but let him be
for it was emblematic
of his half wake or full sleep
trancendentalism
If trees could keep their form over the axes disheveling
Not the pride-less sprat to give of his skin and find true rude
If crow could fly with easy speak and overt grace
Not the cimmerian sensuality his face may exude
Then the mind could be safe from the fact it should
Sleep Should Come to Those Who Wish It Stay Its...
And the barter let go his rotund dialysis
And his diabetes laced with acrylic arsenic and huborous
Over a confident natural means
Of weeding out the live weight
Come yonder sweet fulcrum to give of a final wind
To receive eternal breath
Reblog this and I'll check your blog, I'll...
And Mother Mary Said
The look from the masses as if below reading glasses
Were not so poignant as if it passes
For racesim started out with a good intention
But like all hates they take a form to heinous
To have been preformed by the likes of me
Of course The fetial being could not stop the virus
It spread as it dose with its leachy sarcophagus
And fruitful endeavoring till she bust
But how the sculpture of a...
