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 Apr 2016 Dark Ink
Arreonna Frost
Dizzy, twirling, spinning
Holding your partner closely.
Loud music.
Booming, pounding, rumbling,
Vibrating beneath your feet.
Your friends all gather,
Laughing, giggling, talking,
Having a great time.
Lights disco *****, strobes, everything you could imagine.
Glitter, confetti, sparkles.
Dizzy, twirling, spinning
Faster and faster.
Screaming, shouting, crying,
Coughing, choking, crackling,
Can’t breathe! Smoke fills the air, flames arise,
Beamers falling.
Their worst nightmare!
8/24/14
 Apr 2016 Dark Ink
Onoma
That Which
 Apr 2016 Dark Ink
Onoma
It's the sound of radiation
from a television with no
volume.
Flashes of white rousing
a black sleep...stripped
of image in the depth of
essence.
The heart comes clean
when there's nothing
left...but that which, that
which.
1470

The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
To no one but the Thief—
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief—
 Apr 2016 Dark Ink
PJ Poesy
Lightning bugs sing a lullaby for deaf
Off in fields casting twinkling rhythm
This music for eyes; swooping treble clef
Silent visual serenade, I dancing with’thm

Struck by illuminate flickers
How it is in court of mating
Notion that insects must also dicker
Pas de deux of crawlies dating

So I glow
And there
I go
 Apr 2016 Dark Ink
Mateuš Conrad
i found that showing off your
taste in music
is actually more intimidating
than walking around in Eden
stark naked - given
the auspiciousness in the "glamour"
industry and elsewhere, odd, isn't it?
we are more ashamed by
our musical taste, shunned by it -
the Balkan Slavs are the Spaniards
of what most people call "cheap taste",
you now, oiled and greasy
six packs and - well the Balkan Slavs
bred with the Ottoman Turks,
what do you expect?
we are more intimidated by our taste
in music being exposed than our naked
bodies -
believe me, i'll cry at the beauty,
i'll cry at the beauty but i will not despair -
i rather allow tears in, because i know
laughter too will come, i rather cry at beauty
than inhibit it with a masculine heart
expected of me to be stern and in the belgian
trenches - stupid youth idolising the warring
of old farts who have a disclosure for
swollen prostates and can't take the banta (
huh?! goli? i hate slang incorporation,
it's absolute nonsense) -
so instead they shove young men into warring
enclosures and then lay wreaths of poppies
with a 1 minute silence... i told you,
absolute ******* - i rather cry at beauty when
it appears like a picturesque sunrise -
that Armenian will have a beef stake weighing
at half a kilogram to box with translating my works -
i don't mind standing naked like this,
another example https://goo.gl/pJpddh.
 Apr 2016 Dark Ink
Stephan
I carved my existence
from the bark of an old oak tree
while squirrels gawked and
carpenter ants ate my lunch
in a fevered frenzy of
crisscrossing lines
that to some would
appear poetic
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