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 Feb 2015 Christopher Lowe
Akemi
Tastes like death
Tongue to the gallows
Winter in her veins

All flesh fails
Maggots run empty
Gorged headless
Enfolding
Imprinting

Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
11:25pm, February 17th 2015

We are all dying, slowly
Death finds its way into our wrinkles and folds
And turns us grotesque
Our shelves are stacked
With novels
Retelling the journey.
Before novels,
There was poetry.

Our textbooks
Bind essays
Explaining and outlining
The thoughts
Of great thinkers.
Before essays,
There was poetry.

Our stage,
Our world,
Are replete
With dramas
Mirroring our plight.
Before drama,
There was poetry.

Before poetry,
There was
The Great Boom,
Expanding into
The vacuum;
Making the universe
Our metaphor.
 Feb 2015 Christopher Lowe
susan
i'm blown away
by the smoke seeping from your eyes
smoldering
is the word i think
when i look deep into you
dark
   shaded
     obscure

alone
but never lonely
   not you
you've reached
   but are unreachable
the distance between
   is perfectly measured
enough to keep
   but not be kept
gliding through life
   vaporous
encircling in a sensual embrace
   then dissipating
at the slightest touch.
 Feb 2015 Christopher Lowe
Creep
Since when does
Someone's looks
And physical and ****** appearance
Matter?

As long as your nice,
Understanding,
Basically have a beautiful soul
Now that's,
That's what matters most.
*cough cough*

Academia
By sia
Many people have asked.
And I have turned down the same.
Many people wondered.
And I have ignored the same.

Ask the right questions dear, don't ask for the obvious.
Ask the right question, and I'd answer.

I am NOT an open book.
I hold more secrets than you know.

Ask yourself.
Do you know me?
Or have you known only the image I portray, or the character I play?
Have you wondered what's on my mind if I'm not talking?
Have you figured out the riddles I give you?

The problem with most people is that they weren't really looking.
Not really seeing.
Not really bothering to know why.
And for a few people who managed to "almost" get there fail to ask the right questions.

Don't ask the usual questions.
That will annoy me.
Don't ask for the obvious.
That would bore me.

If you want to get some answers, ask the right questions.

Let me know if you've figured it out.

I'll tell you EVERYTHING.
http://lilahgran.blogspot.com/2014/05/ask-right-questions.html
Sublime revelations flood the mind
seemingly genius ideas
left to die inside
stifling anger
left to stir
left to assault the conscience
faultless enemies
never persecuted
based on fabrications
build up from the fallacies society teaches
preaches
nameless faces cry these lies
I trust and find
they'll eat you alive
deter any attempt to strive
Indiscretion
Humiliation
Intimidation
fight it
and realize
to stray from the conformist legislations Is to be in the true depths of a life worth living.
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose
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