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Batchelor Apr 2020
Maybe, just maybe.
  In another life, another time.

We could come together,
  And embrace each other, innocent.
No intent
No malice

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I kneeled down
Picking off cigarettes
Reaching down
Picking up the bouquet


Born of maybes
I still recall her cold touch

Left with her smile
I struggled to my feet

A ballad of kisses
Warmth greater than silence that grew between us.

I set the pyre on fire
Now even in death,


She does not belong to me.
Ashes... to ashes.

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Her absence made the heart grow fonder
  But the abated breath
   And silent waiting
      Makes me feel like we're forever
Dancing
To the end of love.
"Get up on the floor
Dancin' all night long"

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
There was somebody for each scar we have on our skin ; a flesh canvas streaking raving stark mad.
Give me a minute to breathe you in.

December 2017.`
Batchelor Apr 2020
Theatres of sounds grating on my nerves

These tunes scrambling all thought

I hope my senses cover themselves tonight.
"I want more body, I want more soul
Flip the switch to automatic, I want control"

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
A minute to make some noise

A lifetime of tiny cracks

Buttered up, swallowed up stage fright

Bitter, sour sweet milk flowed into her.
Definitely not a SFW star.

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Let endless neon wash over pale powdered skin

Gyrating all over the hips go

Synchronized beating of the incessant drumming

It's her scent I know

Along with countless swaying bodies.
Blowout her back for me, would you?

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Who knew we were just two black holes spinning in a perpetual spin cycle, not even meeting the courtesy of becoming pulsars?
We, the supermassive black hole.

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
One day we'll find significance/We'll scour the Earth for meaning


I know it so because I've been here/The aching bones scream for rest



We just have to believe/Fire everywhere and none of it passion



Bid our time/The same old **** the same old lies the same everyday



Love conquers all/Bleeding time, wasting away in meaningless motions



The tides push & pull ever closer/Imperfect harmonies


Life, a pendulum.\Life, a dowsing.\Life, cosmic horror.\Life, a spark.



The cacophony upon several melodies shattering coherence, bleeding.


Bleeding, kicking, screaming, the feminine bloodsport, the masculine lullaby.
Black and white.

December 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I can't be quiet. I need to be constantly moving. I'm worried if the onyx eyes I have stop blinking, if I stop and fall silent, like the clockwork flesh golem I am, I'll fall over and never wake again.
Keep moving.

December 2017.
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