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Sputter Outlaw Mar 2014
Ok. Before I go over the edge. Remember bed is over there.

Ok No what does modernisation really mean?
Can you utter a cause or a singlular theme?

Can you correspond with the elite
While they travail the armpit of luck
with money compete?

Is the totality of all modern hope
Just a pinch and a *****
At the mechanism that moves us forward?
Thought defunct.

Or really?
Is it completely
Debunked?

Have the affluent articulate contrived in their lair?
An image of hope that's been thought to declare
Constant reward
At the expense of a few
Whilst we stand in line waiting.
The snakes not the devil,
it's the queue.

Heaping on heartbreak
The causeless remiss
Seeking new nerves
Challenges this
Sputter Outlaw Jan 2014
Your abuse is sentimental to me

Your smile is a creep

You’re wrong in all number of right ways for me

You snore in your sleep

You don’t look pretty when

You look your best

You’re an ape in sheep’s clothing

You’re no worse than the rest

You’re a sore loser

You know I’m one too

You solve all my conundrums for me,

I’ll pick apart one for you.
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
In mid morning dew
Why find you so sullen?
it's of no regret to see
you beacon of blasphemy
when all I's want is
one short
token of indulgency.

Frequent my life
ift you do but dare
respend my strife
if you dost care

weren't it so strange a thing
if by now twere bought a diamond ring
without learning you by now
acquiescent knowledge acsertained
but how?

You are a rose of sorts combined
a fleetful and enormous kind
with skin and flesh delush
mine fitlful longing aflush

For

Despite all sentiment still obscene
I regail you as my love, my Queen
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2013
Saccharine Sea Maiden shell.

Nuggety pearl

Sinking in the tidal wreath.

Watching where the beach

Rests up it.

And finds the bay of glee

Bequeathed.
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
Rippled and waxed with want
Flesh un flesh
Desire lines
And drives.

She’s in the backseat
Unervously
Takes doesn’t placates
Sharp left
She swerves
I swerve (swine)
Not to the right
Flashes, beams of light.

Piercesome lights
Flooding the nights
A Borealis got naught
On this blight.

Shadowed beasts collide.
Oh. Look. Crash.

At the wake.
Desire still breathes.
This time though
On her knees.
Sputter Outlaw Jan 2020
My submission to the cosmos today is this
that the minor perturbation atop my vast desire
should not admonish but allow this verse
to see the light in this form of lexical representation
as it issues from my head through my fingers
and under my breath.

That limpness and idleness be banished hereof
from these words that attempt and do not fully fail
to seize the illusive grail of
frank effability.

As such,

Take heed and fear not frail heart of mine that once was lost
for now not only are you found but you are bound
to witness on behalf of
the triumph of longing
in the dark places.
The fumbling, groping, feeling around
when hope eluded you.

Now hope has won and wins again and again.


Faith, Hope and Love.


The greatest of these is now in the fight.

The greatest of these has thrown their gloves into the ring, fit and ready to bring it.

The greatest of these has got your back.

The greatest of these lift you up.

The greatest of these is what you were made for.

The greatest of these is many and splendoured.

The greatest of these is that somebody.

The greatest of these reigns supreme.

The greatest of these is the eternal, number one champion.

The greatest of these is all you need.


                  *                

Belonging to a fold of yearners
As wide, as deep
as language itself.
Let my ambling
meta-critique
be as one more pebble
thrown
adding ripples
to the vistatic loch of contributions
on this theme
echoing, echoing
from the chaos afore time
to adjunct futures
within the Caves, Temples, Palaces
and 'Scrapers of Rhyme.
What a way to start the day
Sputter Outlaw Mar 2014
Oh, the truth lingers on

At the tip

Fresh off the tongue

Like a spice

tickles down

Leaves you flustered

Leaves a frown?



Some people can tolerate more

Others are more

Sensitive.



Relief is right there

Straight from the breast

Take a quick swiggle

It’ll soothen the test.



If you get flushed though

Don’t berate yourself much

Just means you need less,

Mon amie,

What a rush
Sputter Outlaw Nov 2019
My morning ritual complete.

Say a prayer.

Primed and ready to eat.

Slow down, chum

Else you feel down cast.

Slower. Slower.

Don't look so glum.

Or else breakfast

Will be consumed too fast.

And mireth the day

Yet not complete.
Sputter Outlaw Nov 2019
Tired.

All my life I am tired.

Tired of awaiting the call

tired to wait to be small

Next to another whose tall.

Tired of trying and waiting and doing all my life

in the thrall

of the wait

to challenge the looming debate

and crying my eyes

To sleep.

Too Late.

For time slows to a creep

and winds all my life.

I am tired

and waiting

all my life

to sleep.
Hard day, fearful of tomorrow's own hardship yet optimistic of the future and all it's waiting around. In the meantime I will do.
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
One day after walking one day
The middle of March
I spied a young lady
Who drew first a spark

Later that night
She held out a hand
(I held on tight)
She caressed my back (and said)
“It’ll all be alright,
“you’re still here now
“that’s all that counts.
Replied ‘yea but’
“Thas all that counts”

In the restless night I’ve known
The restless poet who has sown
His vagabondish sheet
From cradle to street

What a sight for sore eyes
The mail that cuts is own lies (eyes)
Lies lies lies lies lies (eyes)

He lies (lays)
But doesn’t sleep
The cuckoo bird, well,
Doeth cheep
Or nightingale
Or owl
Which bears a ***** scowl
‘in the forests of the night’
Blakenly defying

“It’ll all be alright”
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
I felt the kiss of a joint
She touched me
She still is

Yet she won’t last
Nothing ever does
Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role

She believed and she made a believer out of me
In the ganjoke.
“I must say i’m impressed with this stuff”
Is the old semimental fluff
You’d expect from a ****** elect.

I felt the kiss of the joint
And the cold air biting at my earlobe
I felt it.


I felt it man.
I didn’t just sense it.


So anyway she pulls away
My lips gainst hers
Then not again. For the thousandth time.
First time in ages.

She clung but did not lock
Her taste, i remembered well,
Sweet and unsavoury
Unique, repulsive

She got me convulsive
Submissive
Allowable to the point of
Control.

Now I don’t complain to be no great
Wordsmith of our time
But when the fates align
And forces combine
She was there.

Staring through her orange glow
In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
This piece works in conjuntion with Hi! How are you sensing? TYPE 2. It contains explicit language and themes. Nuff said
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
I felt the kiss of a girl
She touched me
She still is

Yet she won’t last
Nothing ever does
Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role

She believed and she made a believer out of me
In the granjoke.
“I must say i’m impressed with this stuff”
Is the old semimental fluff
You’d expect from a saucepan elect.

I felt the kiss of the girl
And the cold air biting at my earlobe
I felt it.


I felt it man.
I didn’t just sense it.


So anyway she pulls away
My lips gainst hers
Then not again. For the thousandth time.
First time in ages.

She clung but did not lock
Her taste, i remembered well,
Sweet and unsavoury
Unique, repulsive

She got me convulsive
Submissive
Allowable to the point of
Control.

Now I don’t complain to be no great
Wordsmith of our time
But when the fates align
And forces combine
She was there.

Staring through her orange glow
In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
This piece works in conjunction with Hi! How are you sensing? TYPE1. It doesn't contain explicit language or themes. And definitely works best when performed.
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2019
like this.

Step 1.

Anticipate your audience. (Hi Pam)

Prove it with prudence

Unrelenting self-improvement.

Involuntary inducement (if it's slam)


Step 2.

Recite. Relapse. Reconvene. Review. Recommended.

Be always

obscenely you.


Step 3.


Edit you edict. Transform. Improve. Reprove.


Step 4.


Repeat.


Step 5.


Complete.


Step 6.


Submit.


Step 7.


Permit free interpretation.

Wait on high

see

what happens

upon the sea of words and waves of wisdom and rhythm.
Sputter Outlaw Jan 2020
Yonder pale sky

I ask you now why

you don't shed your skin

and show hid within

glory abundant?

Mine gaze redundant,

Hope make manifest

Renew interest

that I may see your

bright noontide splendour.
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2013
I’ve made a book
  in my bin.

Waste bag epic.
  Volumes? Three.

Utter nonsense
  But to me

My big bad book
  In My Bin
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2013
Asleep by a river

   In tidal eclipse.

Girl with straw hair

   And strawberry lips.


Placid.

   As the afternoon sun.

Her dreams are of scarlet

   And barely begun.


I do not know why

   She rests here on my bank.

Her time would be brief

   She told this me frank.


But here she lays bidden.

   Shut up with her eyes

Where mine look with longing

   To cacophonous skies.
Sputter Outlaw Mar 2014
Feverish to the state of unbeing.
My wish is to evince green natured sublimity.
My love waits for one moment between
A valley between peaks
Mt. Adore, Mt. Deplore
Where every pocket of my immediate surroundings
Pulses it’s rhythmic truth
Rattles my sensation
Rattles of co-corporalisation to the tips of my nerve
Till my chest sinks or swallows or something
Till I literally gasp before the miracle of the Air
Till I phase out.
Till next time.
The hum drums on
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2013
Behold bright symphonic Blast!
Halt the snail bite damage of youth.

There is none to resist the place and time of one who missed the equal avenue.
Dropping before your phantom, dispirited dew, before shadow portrait drops.

Swine with silver throats!
Corpse of embers preamble multi-various multi-vacuous semi-forte polar rhythms.
Sequencing selves in wood and wire. Pinions at drifted tempo, quavering for poly-syllabic idioms,
In sectioned hostels for their sense and glory restrung.
Sputter Outlaw Nov 2019
Oh Frail Heart! Where mine iniquity dwells.
Have you not reach for the sun?
Have you not strength to scale the moon?
My heart, have heart, and do not swoon.
Beelzebub has not cast such clouds yet
That should induce the cry:
Alack! Please take me soon.
Tube, 4 hrs sleep, inspiration/psychotic voice alive again. And nailed in verse.
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
Written here lies Death
Stolen from thorny bed
To ohcre hills supreme
Listen, Hark his corny scream.

Where ist thy rest
Thy nest
Thou bubonic plague
Thou quenchless drought
Thou fierant rage

Speaks silent midst of hill
Least silent under my windowsill

Aught but light takes this cheery gill
Not Death’s wide spread
Despite it’s fevered ill
In many minds doth overtake
In simple minds, an earthquake.
But gathered in our princely arms..
Big F You to these ailing qualms.
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2013
Echos, from deep hollow fly.
Beating wings,
Soaring high.

They blitz glory cross the sky.
Where you sleep,
Tremble I.

— The End —