Barbary
Go out to the bar
Pop Punk and Emo night
dress in all black
band tea, skinny jeans, converse high tops.
Something Ironic
  
Want to see friends
haven't seen in ages
jump around
sing Saves the Day
"At my funeral I will sing the requiem."
Watch people drink
they seem to be having fun
feeling ******, can't drink
was just at an AA meeting earlier
**** this, do hard drugs, drop out, hurt the ones you love.

Everyone's talking IEDs and
refugees,
without being able to see
they are building a great
bronze
effigy.
All these racists
All these bigots
when,
most of the world can't even get water,
dripping from a spigot.
I've had it up to here
with all this fear
and
If I had Trump's ear,
for
just a minute,
well,
what would you say?

"We are no Saviors, if we can't save our Brothers."

Hollow lady electric
Sing a song sending currents
through the forest hectic

Call me a collector
Of experience eclectic
Rambling down life's alleys
Aesthetic inspector
Seeking sublime fantasies
Forget the money please my debtor

As the credits roll
We strip off our clothes
Rolling around in the muck and the mire
of our sweat combined yet we still catch fire

A burning desire
For something I cannot see
Hiding just beyond periphery

In a plastic world
of centrefolds  
I travel with a blindfold
Honey, my heart ain't cold
Don't you see? Your soul,
It's long been sold

A fingernail. Sliding aside the stitches,
And
Plunging into the flesh of a freshly healed
Wound.
Seeing you brings soaring to the surface
Blood.
Not yet fully congealed,
The pain pried open once again,
A wound thought buried for good,
Now rushes to the forefront
Of a broken memory.
Questions?
With no answers
Are the hardest to ask.
Why?
And
How?
Fists with a cry and a howl.
Fingertip stinking under,
Picking open the scab to let
The wound fester anew,
As if no healing had ever
Happened in the first place.

Fresh blood licked away.
The quivering at the thought,
that time does not, indeed,
heal all.

Seeing you,
A smile and a nod
is all that is mustered.
This wound,
You inflicted,
Will never heal.

Entertainment flows unbounded

Crippling. Infinite Jest fumbling for your attentive mind,

Resist or desist

Laugh and grow fat

Captivated by the ghosts and talking heads on the propaganda box.

Stay where you are, never leave

Bereave the tidings of madmen

slizzy lizzy
drinks and
gets fizzy
i want her
to keep me
buzy

Being Inclined to be a writer and fascinated with literature is so dreadfully awful bc one is ever stuck between the desire to read every word ever written and to express on paper every thought one has had. There is no end, no goal, no chance of ever being satisfied.

Google
"Feelings"
And
Feel
Lucky

Don't tell me the good things about myself
Is it... destructive I've tired of hearing or believing?
Show me how to dance I maybe have forgotten how to take a chance
Forever coming down just to come back around I hate to love the way it tastes
Show me all the charming things about George Bush that nobody ever likes to face
Sometimes letting you down gets me off.
Ashamedly lying can do the same thing.
keep trying keep trying

searching for the roots
the fruits fall all around,
which came first?
the addict or the patient.
a doctors death sentence
a priests condemnation,
the hills are alive with the sound of simple minds
the toils of labor
reap what is sown
unmarked graves
unmask the corruption
coursing through the dead blood of masked politicians.
neurons firing and frying betwixt the temples
a static wave of indignity
just show me how to be free!
or pulsate with me toward distant nebulae
which came first?
mans fall, or mans salvation.
all transgressions will be remembered
all sin will be forgiven

Should have stayed together when the walls were closing in and life had fleeting meaning. Climb up my jeans do not weep for the

L
o
s
t feeling.

The walls continue screaming,

un people

the brake still screeching.
the people, hearts still slowly beating

we keep on striking
on an empty book
no matches last match

The stammering  search for flame. Is freeing.

Fire

Oh young one so ablaze in thy passion

What is it you seek, the air thin and connections

confuse and debate souls

Try and push through

Sounding the Heaven we open our flesh

exposing the wave we will name travel

When the night grows light we will see

what it is we call reflection.

Live in the magic

Breath it in, then out. For when fear arises and clouds

corner us as doubt sailing above our gracious gazes

we will have forever gained the truth to carry us

Forward!

Desire

as Fire

spout forth the flames of intuition

i tasted death's kiss salty yet sweet
i kissed death then spit in his face
death i betray you thus,
go with the Romans needn't make a fuss
i crucify you while laughing at the absurdity
for i know you shall rise again
and i will dance with you once more
allow you to take me home and tuck me in
just not today, not today
i still have some fight left
my future from me you will not cleft
i remain invincible, untouchable!
be gone from my sights i never knew you
on your lips i will only chew
you are thirsty for me, i know
sponge soaked in vinegar i carry in tow
i will crucify you again, stand tall and bellow,
"I AM IMMORTAL."

Bulging bright Bugs
Crawl children Crawl

A pale blue moon hovers over the rubble of a once great nation. Notions of deluded grandeur. In a vacant lot an old man gets his last fix. Amidst a wave of flesh between a pulsating rhythm a young boy gets his first taste. A road which winds is no path to follow. The road less traveled lies- a speck in the mind of a Peck. on. the. cheek.

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