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 Nov 2015 Nico Allentine
OVC
I am the destroyer of mountains
Polluter of rivers, oceans, and earth
Everything on this Earth is mine and only mine
It belongs to me
My name is Man

Witness the sixth extinction that I bring upon
Breathe my toxic smoke
One more time before I disappear

My brother trembles at the sight of me
I bring life upon him
And I take life from him at will
I am Man, the destroyer of mountains

It is I the last one I shall see
It is I who will destroy thee
What do you think?
Darkness clings to shadow
Because that is all it knows

Shadows cling to day
Because then is when they show

Roses spring from meaningless seeds of lust
Desguised as love

Ravens fly towards mischievous men
And hopeful women attract snowy doves

Cyanide blood flows
through crooked veins

Hateful clouds hover over
Rustic plains

Despite the feeling of hope and care

There is always the feeling of fear and despair

It eats away at our parchment skin,
Our hollow hearts,
Our cracked bones

We become empty,
Confused and alone
As we wither away,
Turn into dust,
Fade into darkness
Not quite sure where to go  now, as almost all tumbles entraping me
I will break through the mold of yesterday's utter deceipt
Chance a token, drawn from the pocket
Where miserey never gives receipt
 Nov 2015 Nico Allentine
Y Rada
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
I never imagined that listening to the Hickory clock
Could be sensuous or ******.
Hah! Tick for the longing to reach one lover’s arms for caress
Tock for wanting to do heavenly things on this earth.

Ah! The glory of this lustrous life,
So full of hate, so full of love, so full of lust.
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
Time itself is passion,
The waiting agony seeping through the body
Like a sweet toothache
Making way to the center of the being.

Squirming, not knowing what will be the next
Cookoo! Cookoo! Chimed the Hickory...
Ah! Is this what they call prolonging of pain?
Deliciously blind and white.
But what do I know?
I am still naïve with these feelings,
What do I know about it?
What do I know?
It's 8pm, perfect weather
There's a field of grass just right outside
Let's grab some coffee
Let's hold on tight

I don't mean that way
I have a path of my own
There's someone more important
It's not the time to get in that zone

Older, they pressure
I'd rather the peers to tell me
Admiration over each individual
Let's grab that coffee again, with someone else
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