We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.

what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,

or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,

‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,

though drunk on ***,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.

but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.

From merchants
One law may be derived,
To warn all

Our constitution is a lie.
What they call Evolution
Is nothing more than,

An inflated fallacy
fashioned by the outlaws in us
meanness is constant.

In the billow of mercurial cataclysms
Sharp as the pyrexia of igneous pebble stones
Upon my hindquarters I was cast
The circles that were established
Branded my skin with cancerous nightmares
Crafting the twisted love song ******* my throat
Through the lavender haze I tread
Threatened by a medley of conundrums
The tongue legislating such echoes
‘tis the element I so daringly seek

This tongue broadcasts
hushed tones of satanic nature
And strange snickers
resounded throughout the canyons
Chanting nocturnes as irking
as a rhino horn against a chalkboard
yet the prophecy remained clear
I had to find this beast

Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of ****** that she had composed
She must be found

She mirrored the shape of a psychotic ******
Tattooed by hickeys and bruises
Written upon the pages of her *******
In lieu of her nightly pearl tuxedo
The teeth protruding from her ******
Began hissing and spitting at me
The war was far from over

Establishing the oblivious existence
That were her distant echoes
She seared my skin by way
Of her screaming eyes
And just seconds away
from marrying the **** of death
to spare my life was **** honorable of her

In the California mines
There are 300,000
Native Americans hustling.
What type of verse
Could you possibly
Craft from that?
300,000 natives
Hustling in the
California mines.

As the hail makes love to the streets
I query its vendetta with I
What had I done to be defamed
By such unforeseen chagrin

The sound ‘tis the ****** of the horizon
Echoes that of a violinist scarred by ****** mortification
The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner
Could hook one quickly if not careful

Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair
And saturate in fine rock refrains
A pacifying compensation if I may say
A scripted version of hell

To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.

How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief

except by rendezvous.

Opaque opiums surfaced
Brash helpless I languish
Menial remained purpose
Opaque opiums surfaced
Rivulets of solace purchased
By stimulus I am vanquished
Opaque opiums surface
Brash helpless I languish

The majority believe
We were invented by humans
though who could imagine humans

conceptualizing such tasteless fuckery?
Of such reckless women

But the theory stands
who invented aliens?

Acquiring the libel of critics
Internally at times I bleat
And snarl, brow furrowed
Like an actress when filming a major motion *****
“Originality bid us farewell” screams my advanced intellect
Nothing more than a social outcast who lacks a catalyst
(though thankfully the universe is an object of open ended philosophy)
The voices of such a generation fail to carry notes
Beyond the octave range
Only Canis lupus familiaris feces, in its rejuvenated appearance,
Delivers abstract imagery
What was once honorable has dissolved into media sewage
Virginal darlings now dissolved into marionettes
Shall my poems alienate the public
They shall at least demonstrate bravery

Invested was what seemed like infinity
There I was peering at such iconic symbolism
Indefinite filaments of unprecedented passion ascend
I battle to suppress said ardor though perpetually it heightens
Each time her face shall in the sanctuary that comprises my reveries
Sacrificed I am to perish within her ****, inviting aroma
That illustrates my voracious carnality

Cast be thy fate to live in exile



Bated be your fair fluffed fleece



Face of said avenue beguiled



Ebbed a carmine masterpiece





Ebony landscapes you adorn



The eyes of thousands you have hooked



Whines sharp replicas of thorns



Question mark shaped be such nooks





Appeased the ice queen had appeared



Fabricating jagged thrills of mirth



A concept quite eerie, yet linear



'Til done apart by spineless dearth



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This poem is featured in the poetry collection “Technicolor” as written by Glenn McCrary



The collection is currently available in paperback and hardcover editions for purchase on Lulu.com

.

Lovely symmetry

Delectable eyes

A majestic zircon



Cheeks mirror sapphire skies

Her skin platinum paradise

Idle amour is weaving



Bones tingle with creamy delight

Hearts groove in mellow fashion

A valentine matrix




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Animus
a truculent épée.
sharp was the sound
of each tear drop
the taste of yesterday
descending;

Ill tempered she spews a trail of scorching flames



Dancing upon my flesh to the bittersweet tune of revenge



Streaks of treacherous agony hinder the walls of my arteries



Rupturing my veins with ghastly lullabies of a tasteless quality



A screeching echo of necrosis reverberates off my bones



Searing through the various networks of my cerebellum



Eating away at every layer of tissue with fierce vehemence



Bashing against my skull in a series of catastrophic head quakes



Until my ears cry waterfalls of scarlet tragedies from my eardrums



No level of mercy could shun the wages of sin that my body has partaken



The icy, cold kiss of the razor, sharp teeth piercing my neck belonged to



None other than the mysterious, velvet dragon herself wanting nothing more



Than to humiliate and slay me with a passion so lethal it could crack hearts



What I did to become a helpless victim to this horrendous act of ignorance



I have but not one clue but I accept my death with great bravery and honor

I covet to seize
An iridescent ******
Waltzing within yonder canyons

Collages diffuse vanilla vistas
such effulgence waltzing to violet tempos
though the forestalling of waterfalls
evolves into a gargantuan war
weapons whistle from the mountains
beatitudes of mirth shan’t ever be eradicated

The eloquent foundation of a treaty evolved
Luck danced within the fabric that was our skin
Virgins we were to such tasteful artistry
Senses sharpening with each candid discovery

Phosphorescent rivulets blandished our bones
Displaying bravuras of a sensory love
By the vines of felicity we were skeined

A bed of our locks sleet had designed
Fleet each word had become razed
Illustrating wicked fallacies

Every being that lapses before you

Is but a mere fluorescence

Illuminating your flaws

Elementary constellations

A façade of what you’ve become

Every strand of organic texture

Ejecting slivers of your identity



Every surface, every footprint

Annexed imagery

They are all reincarnations

Of past, present, and future mistakes


We are all scientists and teachers

Creators and explorers

Living within equations

Striving endlessly for solutions

When the solution lies before us

Viva La Imagism!

The dark and devilish nature of her words



Strike my soul with bone crushing impact



Delivering me to unfathomable heights



Soaring beyond valleys of unspoken truths



I swear I could feel the searing pain secreting



From the puddles of ink unmercifully *******



From within her little black pen of revenge



A cold, hard case of poetic justice iced my veins



Slashing fiercely through the tender tissues of my heart



Leaving a dreadful scar of excruciating scorn



Forever embedded in what was once a sacred home



It was as if a voodoo ritual was taking place



Possessing every inch of my flesh successfully



Soaking my skin with tsunamis of fear



Compelling my body to dance with the spirit



As I danced to the rhythm of the drums



A cloud of smoke was blown to distort my vision



In the wake of the smoke I began to hallucinate



The image of a **** harlot equipped with a machete



Appeared before my eyes taking me by surprise



Ready to slaughter and **** all who oppose her



And rob them of their oh so precious manhood



She pressed her lips against the blade then blew a kiss



The kiss caressed my lips with the taste of honey



By the swift blow of a gentle breeze she was gone



When I returned from this coma of entertainment



A severe addiction was unmistakably evident



My taste buds craved for more of this woman's literature



I had fallen victim to her powerful hex of poetic justice





By Glenn McCrary





© 2011 Glenn McCrary





(All rights reserved)

Has begun garnering
simply by how she adds flavor
to days of a seemingly slanted stance
Each time I attempt to speak
In a senseless funk all vowels descend
As she passes a series of
Reserved yet, callous glances
Though hidden remain their meanings
for this reason alone
in silence passionately I suffer

Free from the sins of the America’s bureaucracy,
you were always indifferent
To jealousy,

Yet your poetry
Has fostered poets
To compose legendary verses,

And, though you are distinguished from,
The majority of your contemporaries
The wounds of the broken have been mended.

Written by Glenn McCrary & Skinny Jean


Unforeseen a tapestry of amour had dawned

A profound mutual attraction our eyes had met

Upon first taste of your lips I knew

Someone like you I'd never quite soon forget



And when first brushed by

Your lashes of pure vanity

I saw the first glimpse

Of what I'd wished to see



And in amongst the rivalry

Of the other girls

I learned that you

Were truly something else



Only for me to steal your heart,

At the first invigorating touch,

when our fingertips met

And you slid them through the gaps,

Clasping My pulse; rapidly taking

It's toll on my breath



I just could not be

Bothered to turn away

For your natural charm was

What turned me your way

A subtle stroke of forever

An everlasting sequence of you




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Memories, corpses, decomposition

Making love to Earth’s arsenal genitals

A colorless tapestry, a scar unyielded

Well I only wished to eat a bowl

Of insomnia yet, in the youth of

Every midnight lotus; we eat each others

Emotions; drink each other’s thoughts

A banner of wordplay, a stream of cement

Transmit mystic oracles

A spiteful taste of malice

Slithers across my tongue

Secrecy spoke in volumes

Before the words begun

This sensation it saunters

Into solar vacuity

Perpetrating sheer, faugh

Acts of congruency

In vain contempt I wallow

In the pillars of infamy

Whilst faint my ears waltz

To vindictive symphonies

Prolonged my strife be by humanity

Whilst I attempt to appease

As they flaunt their existence

To miscellaneous degrees

The English language resembles

Clouds of hyperbolic fallacies

In light of this hapless universe

They share an index of analogies

From behind cracked windowpanes

I peer at all that is inane

With repugnance I am slain

As I wince with disdain

I scarf reality in intervals

Reaping jagged grains of salt

Though helpless I am left

Pessimistic by default

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The chagrin is profound,
A heart is marred,
And bane mushrooms diffuse spores ---
But they deliver elation,
They all deliver pacifism
For which the weary
Spirit yearns.
They deliver elation
In a trivialness
From where
No spirit returns.

Benumbed was all focus
Each element that descended
Within my wake
Mirrored a distinguished display
Of carmine cloudbursts and vanilla memories
Whilst I gazed above the windowsill
Though each and every existence
Defines the epitome of significance
Now and infinitely forevermore

A white rose
bathes within
the beautiful radiance
pouring forth from
the yellow stone
resting at base of the
ozone layer---
simulating a beauty of the
highest rarity;
A pacifying desire
beats across my knees; dissolving
into puddles of hunger

Substantial quadrants of hate



Throughout these veins circulate



Spiraling in frenzied states



Adrift an ailing coma





Infinite corruption clawed my corneas



Birthing the erasure of euphoria



Imprinting trademarks of memoria



Leaving in wake vile aromas





All confidence dissolved to solvents



Due to definitive involvement



Susceptible to gaunt installments



Marring my skin with melanoma





Mother Earth serves as a mime



Humanity must be refined









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Scintillating stars infinitely descend
Lambent soot embellishes the radius
Regimens purely exist to bend
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
An occult memorandum impends
Doctrines make not amends
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
Lambent soot embellishes the radius

Such harrowing moments peak come noon



When quarantined within decaying space



To mellow, indie music my heart croons



As through strife significant I ace





Upon me she bestowed a memory



A timeless foundation to cherish



Images vivid, yet quite sensory



An illustration of the fairest





To caress and cuddle I yearn



A feat not quite easy to complete



Evolving frost wounds may they burn



By way of passion we shall deplete

Underneath a silhouette of stars
We confer futuristic forecasts
your skin blends with the ivory outline
of the constellation that envelopes our bodies.
Heard was the echo of
such an ever so pleasant sound
‘twas the rustling of sheets
to the rhythm of the rain