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Lola Jan 2014
Quick, cold, calloused liar!
Slick soul burning with fire!

It takes a toll on the will and desire,
Killer for hire.
Situation dire.

A gun can't tire -
'Bang Clang!'
The gun gang sang
A song that ran
Severe, through the slums.

As an ode to the bullet band.

I own something!
The name of a group.
A tattoo.
A sweet, sick family too.

Hit list.
Red fist.
Picture this;
Pink mist.

It's the sickness of the lost ones,
Bound together by fate
And I relate to your
Can't beat me,
Beaten down swagger
And I too sleep with a dagger.

The gun gang sang
A song that rang
Like an anthem
To the lost ones.
Lola Jan 2014
Everyday it is certain; the rising of the sun

And the beauty of this life is tangible as this dawn

The willows sway in the wind and the children have fun

But still I long for my One.

I long for the One whose reverberations coincide with my song

For the One who is a part of my heart and in agony apart from my heart

The One who sees me in his sleep and wishes me well and a well so deep

The One to whom my weird musings are the norm and whose music

Breaks the untamed storm that looms above a moment of my distress

The One who can caress like a velvet dew drop sliding ever down the crevices

Of my broken crown and fills it with new glory

And so proclaims that my beauty shall stun with my wonder replenished by my One.  

And the love made between my One and I will in winter wake the blooms and make all lovers swoon

As my One and I, under the moon basking in the silver shadows seeping from the mesmeric planet

Loom a jewel of abundance.

Everyday it is certain; the rising of the sun.

And everyday it is certain I grow closer to finding my One with whom

The loom of love must be spun, tangible as this dawn.
Lola Jan 2014
I saw a place, between land and space
Between eyes wide shut and open.

I held your gaze, razed and replaced
With eyes black with woe in.

I slung a fist, I did a jig
I lived life by the moment;

I found regret and I repent,
I sliced my mind wide open.

I saw your face, between land and space
My jaw dropped in wonderment.

I held your gaze, raised and replaced
With eyes black with a glow in.
Lola Jan 2014
Thunderclouds booming like a military drum
Rain is pelting with a solitary hum

Lightning is crackling like the breaking of bones
The sky is attacking rough enough to break stones

The sun was a blood clot, before in the sky
a burning ball of fire that could gouge out your eyes

The grass was scorching, like needles beneath feet
Until the sun set, admitting untimely defeat

And the sky rolled yonder, like an enemy crouched
An ominous shadow till the war cry was announced:

Ear-splitting boom, that rattles in your gut
Louder than a gun, and it stuns, now you run -

But there's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to hide
From the galloping dread, like a torrential tide

Its coming for you, twisted hand of fate
shaped like a lightning bolt, straight out of the gate

The faces that peer, innocently knowing
That the sky-god's wrath was menacingly growing

They're scattered across planes, barren as ice
As the enemy cuts across them, with a single clean slice

Unwavering is fate, that tossed out their doom
And such is life and death,
As sudden
As unpredictable as a thunder's boom.
Lola Jan 2014
Hateful silence
Hymn austere
Dim defiance
Acid tears
Cut through this hateful silence
This kismet dour
A grim alliance
Cut through this air sour:
A struggle for power.
Abrasive
Destructive
Invasive
Corrosive
The ascetic motive
Sever our hateful silence.
Lola Jan 2014
Stupid princess
Shove me by
Stick your golden forks
In my eyes

You are cruel
Belied by your fragility
Know the face of the devil
When you deign to
LOOK AT ME

The chimney sweep
In your court
Will one day **** you
When you pet the sheep
You slaughter

Sick goldie locks
Tantrum queen
Beware the fox
With mind obscene
Cogs inside, turning
Your pretty head burning
Beware the chimney sweep
Sweet dear

The chimney sweep
The overlooked creep
This thing with eyes aglow with malice
She'll hold you near
Your locks she'll shear
Your blood drunk from a chalice

The chimney sweep
Your contrast, sugar
Will eat your liver
And lick her fingers
So pray deliverance!
Pretty ringlets!

Pray deliverance
Pretty ringlets

Don't. . . push. . . me
She squeals
Like a pig
Under carriage wheels

DON'T. . . PUSH. . . ME
She yells
As inside
A demon swells

DON'T PUSH ME!
It comes out like grit
Comes out like stone
A groan -
Burns through like a fiery fist
A fit feisty enough to make you
Envy it
So SHUT UP
AND SIT
Fair darling
Fair darling
SHUT UP AND SIT
SHUT UP AND SIT!

The chimney sweep now has you
The chimney sweep will surpass you
The chimney sweep chops and chops
The chimney sweep won't stop
Won't stop
Till the clock runs nil
Till time does still
Till the chimney sweep has
Bled her fill

The chimney sweep
Sweet doe,
Beware what the chimney sweep
Does know

Better
Think twice
About an attack
Because the chimney sweep
WILL ******* PUSH BACK.
Lola Jan 2014
My heart is broken
From words unspoken
My heart's drum playing along
To the unfortunate hum
Of a lover that's been hung

Your love is my noose
Your love is my talisman
Your love is my vessel
Both cutting off my hands
Both bringing me to greater shores
Both bringing me to greater sands
Yet ripping through my thoughts
Pandemonium with love's demands!

Your water soothes me
But it's salt chokes
Your body nestles me
But turns to concrete
In the lonely nights
Your love festering -
Passion turns to violent burns
In mind's fights
When I lie alone, love
Ensconced in the night

Your love is sacred
But it's like acid on the tongue
Your love is hatred
Yet you can do no wrong

I love you
I love you

It pains me
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