“Always remember that you matter, if only as a personalized scream into the chasm of existence”

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They’re all quite terribly polite, these places that carry the impeccable secrecy of your friends in a crowd

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“I watched those rodents grow maturely anthropomorphic and all I learned was that telephones have data plans”

My head is going to explode,
too many things to do.
And technology has vip access to each event.
What happens when it crashes?
Does you life crash along with it?

come closer, boy
taste yourself in my veins
come closer, boy
to the edge, hold my reins
hold my throat
in your fist
a damaged soul
colouring those lips i kissed

come closer, boy
close your eyes close your eyes close those
******* eyes
you can only see me in the half light
come closer, boy
only when you're lonely at night
i'll take it upon myself to leave you

gasping for breath
weak, and undressed
until you call me closer
closer and closer still
with your blue eyes
those ******* eyes
and you read me
your writing

so perfect,
come closer you say
to whisper the prose in my ear
i have to come closer still
to hear the murmurs
of your poetry
while you stroke my thigh and
call me pretty
come closer, boy
and then its me that's weak

How can I write poetry about you,
when you've never compared
my eyes to
the sea during a storm.
or told me I have galaxies inside me?

you can be that tortured soul as much as you wish
dreaming of her and passing the cigarette to me
she can be your lover, your midnight dreams
she could be your everything, she could be your queen
but she's not here
it's just me
right by your side
boneless with fear

proscribed extra-curious carnality be gone, begin, become the
exigent immersion of a prescribed insertion, deep genetics
within this drowning pool, drooled and tooled. now cruel
jewel, for this dowsing fool, offer up a different inheritance,
draw wider tracks of innate capture, let mortal culpability
sail white whaled, high tailed, to a communal land of
neutral precept not constrained by dictate neuter. one click,
**** temptation, flavoured Russian,  *** Asian. first though
herbal, fruitful,  extension. such friendship investment, one
****-k sensation, new phone, who phone, ***** moan,
iFone©, fear & gear. solutions are here, hear? with 1 or
more I full, sim-pull, sinful maybe? snout deep, cracked
badger’s honey kink, snake in ‘n’ baking ‘n’ shaken sac,
quick, whip crack a flay, today? the way you wear those
ankles so well that far back, a la mode, cherry high pie
and cream, no sweet reluctance of bristling itch, searching
eye ******* incontinent twitch from mondo trespassed
hush-pushed niche.

1
Modern love is that which comes much
To those who do not wish to feel
The shocking nature of its touch
Upon which it does not seem real.
2
Those who find despair in the dark
Will never taste another’s love
Until they find and hear the lark
As he sings his praise to the dove.
3
It arrives quicker than you think
But it can leave you just as fast.
Fate lives and dies swift like a wink;
Like a crowded room, it won’t last.
4
She knows that true love is a storm.
Two perfect souls do rarely meet
Before the world makes them conform
And their connection takes its fleet.
5
It takes too much to join two parts,
So love lives in a middle state,
(Still, Love depends on our two hearts)
And if it passes, all will wait.
6
But when the giddy heaven wins
Against the torn down Earthly smoke,
Two become one and so begins
A bond like the earth to Oak.
7
When paths so destined do both meet,
And Fate takes this round’s victory,
That love will flourish as concrete
In all the world’s supremacy.
8
Therefore Love which holds them near
And defies the odds of poor Fate,
Is rare as when the night is clear
And will for none a lifetime wait.

Lions are majestic
Or, I was told so
Once they were majestic
Rampant beasts in far-flung savannas
Mythic lords of the dark continent

I didn't hear the lion roar, not even once
Everyone was disappointed
Even our pet cat wasn't so lazy

What a joke the lion is!
Sleepy from doing nothing
Growing fat behind it's bars

A million fingers pointing at it
Waiting for the lion's pride
They all laugh, and the lion waits for dinner