clark-davis-hitchens - Hello Poetry

In a dusty room, dark, in your heart’s blindspot, right there, behind the fold... there sits The untiring, my untying, a flame, fatal, that preys, pierces, pulls and dances down... down, go down, then see the smoldering and flowered flame... a fire that passes into once humbled hearts, stuttering till it shoots, straight to a shop work and sunken soul, it presses, presses, push into paste, now all to ash... with ash it chokes, with ash that never ask if it may that blind you... I cough when I remember your scent, choking... choking, choking, bound and blue by all those that dare not defend, those that dare to pretend that they could haunt like you, haunted damnation , when I dare to dream that diurnal oasis daydream... daydream illusions, illusory in that final form, fill up the day, flicker flame, flicker unfaded forever more, moreover may we emerge, emerge again, each day resilient, always arisen, rising again and again unbroken; unbroken and unbound as the spherical shadow sits against an aged and golden summer sky... hold, held now, the grip, that grip, a grip of a million thoughts, the grip of a gaggle of lunatics; the lunacy of those madmen screaming, maniacal men with their long claws... “Come now”, I pull, pull away, scratched but unsullied, away with my tense and tethered thoughts, thoughts of a woman; where is she? “oh woman, woman of pure and pallid beauty; tell me of tomorrow, pretend to portend, promise me it is there burning so still inside you”... still, still I stood, stood inside that stillness, so sullen and so clear eyed in the realization that, I would eye a thousand faces just to see you... you, you stole, stole the thunder, and laughed at lightning, with your hips held down, writhing when I witnessed, witnessed and watched you with a holy cutting cold glance, insisting i ”hurt you in a good way”, pleading for more, in the sacramental haze of an eternal disorder... now willow, wisp, widen, wake and open my once violent, violet, and envied eyes... because I, I was empty, emptied and forever falling, into the gravity of you, you and your irises aflame **pulling me hard like 10,000 planets, each with 10,000 suns, sparked when I saw you stroll so serpentine in red ******* pull, pull back now drawn, drawn in and dripped like warm candle wax... down, down, do it, dance away like those storied flames, for martyrs mind not the Solomon sacrifice of the final flame’s immolation ... naive, naive as the spring, naive as children caught in an illusory and smokey future... the churlish, chided, child’s lament, lamenting now those souls, our souls, souls sewn cold, souls once so elusive... trapped in a vacuum a souls will burn until extinguished... go, gone, gone, unable to burn, to blast a fire, for in a furnace, a furnace gone cold, it’s where we are found *forever jealous of the once animated, deoxygenated unheated and hateful heart

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Apr 30, 2021

Apr 30, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC

Leon Told Me

In a dusty room, dark, in your heart’s blindspot, right there, behind the fold... there sits The untiring, my untying, a flame, fatal, that preys, pierces, pulls and dances down... down, go down, then see the smoldering and flowered flame... a fire that passes into once humbled hearts, stuttering till it shoots, straight to a shop work and sunken soul, it presses, presses, push into paste, now all to ash... with ash it chokes, with ash that never ask if it may that blind you... I cough when I remember your scent, choking... choking, choking, bound and blue by all those that dare not defend, those that dare to pretend that they could haunt like you, haunted damnation , when I dare to dream that diurnal oasis daydream... daydream illusions, illusory in that final form, fill up the day, flicker flame, flicker unfaded forever more, moreover may we emerge, emerge again, each day resilient, always arisen, rising again and again unbroken; unbroken and unbound as the spherical shadow sits against an aged and golden summer sky... hold, held now, the grip, that grip, a grip of a million thoughts, the grip of a gaggle of lunatics; the lunacy of those madmen screaming, maniacal men with their long claws... “Come now”, I pull, pull away, scratched but unsullied, away with my tense and tethered thoughts, thoughts of a woman; where is she? “oh woman, woman of pure and pallid beauty; tell me of tomorrow, pretend to portend, promise me it is there burning so still inside you”... still, still I stood, stood inside that stillness, so sullen and so clear eyed in the realization that, I would eye a thousand faces just to see you... you, you stole, stole the thunder, and laughed at lightning, with your hips held down, writhing when I witnessed, witnessed and watched you with a holy cutting cold glance, insisting i ”hurt you in a good way”, pleading for more, in the sacramental haze of an eternal disorder... now willow, wisp, widen, wake and open my once violent, violet, and envied eyes... because I, I was empty, emptied and forever falling, into the gravity of you, you and your irises aflame **pulling me hard like 10,000 planets, each with 10,000 suns, sparked when I saw you stroll so serpentine in red ******* pull, pull back now drawn, drawn in and dripped like warm candle wax... down, down, do it, dance away like those storied flames, for martyrs mind not the Solomon sacrifice of the final flame’s immolation ... naive, naive as the spring, naive as children caught in an illusory and smokey future... the churlish, chided, child’s lament, lamenting now those souls, our souls, souls sewn cold, souls once so elusive... trapped in a vacuum a souls will burn until extinguished... go, gone, gone, unable to burn, to blast a fire, for in a furnace, a furnace gone cold, it’s where we are found *forever jealous of the once animated, deoxygenated unheated and hateful heart

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I want her look of unholy deliverance that moment Suspension In A Centrifuge::: That perfect tunnel vision::: My Dress rehearsal for Idolatry bind me, a dolt, adult Call me perpetual adolescence deoxygenated default, setting in blue so set me as the center of your universe ***** my temple, ego ******** edification a dullards magnum opus, an apoplectic deity when the script become predictive, post or pre-mortem predicated upon Walmart storylines and nine live felines... but we are bound by blue light specials to be ***** plain, vanquished vanilla in a box store store morality, box store love, box store exsanguination a new metric of mortality the new math for the bloodless

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Mar 11, 2021

Mar 11, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC

New Math

I want her look of unholy deliverance that moment Suspension In A Centrifuge::: That perfect tunnel vision::: My Dress rehearsal for Idolatry bind me, a dolt, adult Call me perpetual adolescence deoxygenated default, setting in blue so set me as the center of your universe ***** my temple, ego ******** edification a dullards magnum opus, an apoplectic deity when the script become predictive, post or pre-mortem predicated upon Walmart storylines and nine live felines... but we are bound by blue light specials to be ***** plain, vanquished vanilla in a box store store morality, box store love, box store exsanguination a new metric of mortality the new math for the bloodless

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Domineering padawan Does it tire... Your Wrist.. To twist.. The Fabian knife? With a curtsy (and courtesy) you... Collect from among those cardiac pieces::: ... calloused and cool though you may be::: Vacuum the ventricles:: until theres a void::: a neat freak knows no need for Vascular residue. A match worn tango told long ago... Sulfur enigma, ensnared then engaged, But enflamed (inflames?)

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Mar 11, 2021

Mar 11, 2021 at 8:05 PM UTC

Padawan Ascendent

Domineering padawan Does it tire... Your Wrist.. To twist.. The Fabian knife? With a curtsy (and courtesy) you... Collect from among those cardiac pieces::: ... calloused and cool though you may be::: Vacuum the ventricles:: until theres a void::: a neat freak knows no need for Vascular residue. A match worn tango told long ago... Sulfur enigma, ensnared then engaged, But enflamed (inflames?)

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I want the validation of a smile... The delineation of a ****** Absent in the raunchy rancor of forbidden reciprocated touch... On a cold cotton sheet canvas I want green eyes genuflecting. Bound to blonde... the pitter patter of your ******* as they slide stochastically moan... “pull hard” provides a perfected poetry on dour days In a vacuum is where I want to meet you a placated peace. the beautiful insulation.. of beatified incantations... a world absent of our impediments the dour demographics::: the siren’s song beckons it’s more than just a taunting tune, it’s a pursed lip pleading to peruse your flesh.

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Mar 10, 2021

Mar 10, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC

Insulation

I want the validation of a smile... The delineation of a ****** Absent in the raunchy rancor of forbidden reciprocated touch... On a cold cotton sheet canvas I want green eyes genuflecting. Bound to blonde... the pitter patter of your ******* as they slide stochastically moan... “pull hard” provides a perfected poetry on dour days In a vacuum is where I want to meet you a placated peace. the beautiful insulation.. of beatified incantations... a world absent of our impediments the dour demographics::: the siren’s song beckons it’s more than just a taunting tune, it’s a pursed lip pleading to peruse your flesh.

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A near summer soaked nostalgia sweet backseat demands Banal Black night memory Shared sweat upon our hands I pull your legs close, summon that smell braille read breast, i’m near you, soft tactile tell Of lust longed known of, that potion, so well in an iris, I fear you, drip sacred, your spell Still, it’s not your fault magnets make no choices Like Homeric Epics with siren voices::: Epilogue:I held firm to our makeshift daydream and wrote an endless novel hoping... can you will lucid memories true?

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Nov 22, 2020

Nov 22, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC

Banal Black Night Memories

A near summer soaked nostalgia sweet backseat demands Banal Black night memory Shared sweat upon our hands I pull your legs close, summon that smell braille read breast, i’m near you, soft tactile tell Of lust longed known of, that potion, so well in an iris, I fear you, drip sacred, your spell Still, it’s not your fault magnets make no choices Like Homeric Epics with siren voices::: Epilogue:I held firm to our makeshift daydream and wrote an endless novel hoping... can you will lucid memories true?

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CDH the epilogue empties, the arc has flatlined, a judge now speaks “your sentence is to be a windy day Eternal Tether, neither holding nor held” This breeze. Those wind gust. Foil flips, sunlight bouncing as it spins at sunrise... the trash is gaining traction now you get the icons you are worthy of and your children are sentenced to bow to plastic pariahs repurposed as heroes pray away the bad man, and bubblewrap the rest. do you recall that innocence girl? it emptied from you, quivering, as a smile stole the corners of your mouth.

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Sep 12, 2020

Sep 12, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC

Bad Man

CDH the epilogue empties, the arc has flatlined, a judge now speaks “your sentence is to be a windy day Eternal Tether, neither holding nor held” This breeze. Those wind gust. Foil flips, sunlight bouncing as it spins at sunrise... the trash is gaining traction now you get the icons you are worthy of and your children are sentenced to bow to plastic pariahs repurposed as heroes pray away the bad man, and bubblewrap the rest. do you recall that innocence girl? it emptied from you, quivering, as a smile stole the corners of your mouth.

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11:10. Sideways an apoplectic Homeric epic. She faces from me, she never spares me, not even still, when seated sideways my favorite foldaway wooden chair, now scent embedded, rhythmic rocking, her legs at 10:10 The clock said 11:11 That Curl Her tiny smile cleavers, cuts, wakes the room and then carries the text of a thousand love letters, but I sit unacknowledged

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Jan 20, 2020

Jan 20, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC

Seated Sideways

11:10. Sideways an apoplectic Homeric epic. She faces from me, she never spares me, not even still, when seated sideways my favorite foldaway wooden chair, now scent embedded, rhythmic rocking, her legs at 10:10 The clock said 11:11 That Curl Her tiny smile cleavers, cuts, wakes the room and then carries the text of a thousand love letters, but I sit unacknowledged

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Immolation She sadistically sacrificed my ego at the alter of her immolating femininity, like Siddhartha happily stuck on The First Noble Truth... humanity is the global apex predator and lust the advantage she stays seated the czarina’s favorite ballerina Looks from her this oculus vantage cuts the gravity of her absence green, gaze born, burnt in her iris horizon

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Jan 20, 2020

Jan 20, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC

Immolation

Immolation She sadistically sacrificed my ego at the alter of her immolating femininity, like Siddhartha happily stuck on The First Noble Truth... humanity is the global apex predator and lust the advantage she stays seated the czarina’s favorite ballerina Looks from her this oculus vantage cuts the gravity of her absence green, gaze born, burnt in her iris horizon

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Tepid tap water runs like my blood born of a cloven kingdom Shopworn Heartbeats and the mimicry of fleshy brilliance this is true evil taunting me Cry dry a cavalcade of muses materialized in ***** born** vice ::: but they are gone now no more Orderless ******* sprayed in synthetic passion On the icy stares of idiosyncratic basement love screens Dopamine hits fire like crack pipes as I join the Legions of low fidelity fellowships

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Jan 18, 2020

Jan 18, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC

Tepid

Tepid tap water runs like my blood born of a cloven kingdom Shopworn Heartbeats and the mimicry of fleshy brilliance this is true evil taunting me Cry dry a cavalcade of muses materialized in ***** born** vice ::: but they are gone now no more Orderless ******* sprayed in synthetic passion On the icy stares of idiosyncratic basement love screens Dopamine hits fire like crack pipes as I join the Legions of low fidelity fellowships

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Those drops of you slid down my throat Toward the entrails (where I always felt you) like rain down a repository of truth This Holy Hamster Wheel of the undefinable, indefatigable, attraction... I have no choice but to chase the unattainable no decision but to drink that chalice her Aegean eyes, and text lullabies made a mockery of free will pull close to me, my pleasant fiction sweet sweat and *** smells, those love spells, languished in submission

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Jan 9, 2020

Jan 9, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC

Aegean Eyes

Those drops of you slid down my throat Toward the entrails (where I always felt you) like rain down a repository of truth This Holy Hamster Wheel of the undefinable, indefatigable, attraction... I have no choice but to chase the unattainable no decision but to drink that chalice her Aegean eyes, and text lullabies made a mockery of free will pull close to me, my pleasant fiction sweet sweat and *** smells, those love spells, languished in submission

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