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n0r Jun 2018
God ***** ****
In a trailer park @ 3AM
Because They feel
This is the only way
To make it till Friday;

Then They’ll smile,
Wet eyes lifting the Children
They have not held
For too long
Because Their sins were judged
By a person proclaiming
they loved “Him.”
n0r May 2018
Listen here, you big baboon,
Licking drips
From your **** spittoon.

You see
The light which stings
Your eyes

Yet to the world
That light ignites
You're blind.
Those that bore their tiny little flagpoles into Science and claim it as their own are usually the most ignorant as to the implications of our scientific explorations. Scientific research has ran into a wall of Hindu metaphors and the ***** ignorant enough to call themselves intelligent don't even know the terrain that they **** upon.
Calling me a ****** when you're a part of the most narcissistic ****-****** circle **** in any history... smh
Rest comfortably on the shoulders of giants and you're going to slip into the depths of your own masturbatory fluids.
n0r May 2018
This is mine
Sweet wine delusion
Slipping in
With life illusion
Mixing amidst
This wind and sun
A gold retriever
Belly rub
~
emerging from my repose
this poem slipping from my lips
i glimpse Athena’s yellow streak
sinking teeth into
two wings
while six
shriek away
still again another corpse
ingloriously amidst the grass
hosting my meditations
true story broh
n0r May 2018
The first of many things
To make me seek the
Metaphors within,
A book at 17;

My uncle’s death at 18
Stripping a 14 year
Me bare,
Ripe

For a Green majick
To root its souil
Within this fertile
decay
~
now
Believing I tainted
Plowing deeper in two
Labyrinthine catacombs

Buried deep within the shallows;
Soiled
Sun die
A ghost.
Undie-
Agnosed
Dead within the dirt
And drowned amidst an ocean
I found a bubble a mist
The mud
Swimming until the leaving grew
Blossoms I breathed
With in me;
By John Green
And Me.
Thanks to “The Fault In Our Stars”
And the beauty of Samsāra.
n0r May 2018
Struggling inhaling
A swelling, current
Mix of malaise and
Iridescent rays
Whipping within my 6th
To 2nd -

Is this normal
It’s not
Meditation shouldn’t be
This ***** filling
Royalling current of **** -

God, what happened to the bliss?
The breathing in until peace
Amidst a storm
External;
What did I do to deserve this
Everything -

It’s all spread in;
Sins, loves, memories
The currents of the past
Slamming against my dammed
For too long
Now spring 4th

Only by being
Here;
May I come to

Know these pieces
Long repressed
In armors rusted shut;

This is spiritual lubricant
                       It’s ******* me hard
  May 2018 n0r
Lily
So many people talk about the
Light at the end of the tunnel.
But they don’t talk about
What comes after that.
They don’t talk about how
The light blinds you when you get too close,
How it completely swallows you, and
How you’re left confused and bewildered afterwards.
No one tells you that change can hurt you,
Internally- the worst way-
Turning your whole world upside down.
No one talks about how the
Light at the end of the tunnel can also be
The light of an oncoming train.
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