It's in the way the mountain breathes
or how the wind shakes the leaves from the trees
It's how the mirror reflects your truth
or how the existence of proof could fall from the roof
Don't listen to the radio antics
or the romantic notion of semantics
Instead please, you could play in the leaves
splay through the breeze or lay with trees
who shake their leaves
as the mountain breathes
and the war ends, or the world pretends as much

Down
Midnight shoreline, down
Where the horizon meets the sky
We go down

Towards
Meager but eager, towards
Forever inching away from the lie
Moving towards

[The cold shower wakes you from slumber land
where the clouds were only vapour
and their atom bomb, shell casing suicide shitstorm
was but a nightmare in the mind of the Monarch larvae]

You could buy stocks in Halliburton
make a cool mil
Profit from the prophet, manufacture more than hate
Hollow tips, shallow hipped ***** on the pixel paradigm ***** site
Third eye magistrate, legislation of the pallid nation
Awe-struck in a hazy daze of bullet hole days
Don't ******* play with me, sunshine
David still has his **** in the mouth of a pig
and his own mouth on the great **** of Israel

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So we go

Down
Midnight shoreline, down
Where the horizon meets the sky
We go down to baseline loneliness of the soul
and tear our clothes from the vessels we sold

Down we go, to watch the world end

it was January 1st,
it was August 1st.

the coldest of days,
and the hottest.

I put my life on hold,
so you could have little trinkets of victory,
and failed to collect any of my own.

I took a 5 month respite.
you couldn't even be there when I woke up.

you got your trophy.

congratulations.

the plan will fall inwards.

i still get my way every day.
you just don't see it,
but you will.

ɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt ʍɨռɛ ɮʀɛatɦs aʀt ʄaɖɨռɢ
Stɨʟʟ ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛ, tօ ʍɨռɛ աɨʄɛ;
Tօ ɦɛʀ I'ʍ ɖɛɖɨċatɨռɢ.

ɨɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt tɦɛ Sʊռsɦɨռɛ's ʟɛaʋɨռɢ
Mɨռɛ sօʊʟ ɨs ɮʀɨɢɦt;
Aռɖ tɦʀօʊɢɦ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt, I'ʟʟ ɮɛ sɨռɢɨռɢ aʍօʊʀ' ʀɛքɛatɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt sօօռ I sɦaʟt sʊċċʊʍɮ
Rɛstɛtɦ tɦɨռɛ ɦɛaɖ, I aʍ ռօt ɖɛaɖ;
Fօʀɛʋɛʀ I ʟɨʋɛtɦ ɨռsɨɖɛ tɦɛɛ
Mɨռɛ ċɦօsɛռ օռɛ.

I tɦaռҡɛtɦ tɦɛɛ
Fօʀ tɦɨռɛ ʟօʏaʟtʏ;
Aռɖ aʟʟ օʄ tɦɨռɛ
Caʀɛ.

Jʊst ɮɛċaʊsɛ
Aʄtɛʀ ʍɨռɛ ɖɛatɦ
I աօռ't ɮɛ sɛɛռ;
Dօtɦ ռօt ʍɛaռ ʍɨռɛ sքɨʀɨt աօռ't ɮɛ ɦɛʀɛ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ Jaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ-Fɨʟɨքɨռօ rose

come & find me
i've left my phone plugged
into the wall because i can't feel
you breathe through your fingertips
and i can't read your lips through emoji
your belly-button doesn't look right shrouded
in 8 mega-pixel dust and i want to touch you instead
of a keyboard on a screen and tell you about my day because
even though it's written doesn't mean it's real meet me offline because
i don't want a five second snapchat victory snapshot of your *****-line
i don't want my silly romantic poetry to be re-grammed on your insta
framed against a picturesque city skyline or a stoic mountain lion
with hashtags and sexting doesn't turn me on like the sound of
your voice i can write you letters until my fingers bleed but
they always arrive seven days late and you never cry
when you cut them open with a knife and i'm not
looking for a pen pal anyway or a friend
instead i seek a mirror with glowing
teeth or an outlet to plug
into and charge
me up

and first things first I have my breakfast
eggs, bacon, toast, coffee
then I buy a six pack and now I'm sitting here
unsure of what to do with myself

You used to make me nervous
And I liked that.

Now you make me nervous
And I want to die.