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god created the sun god created rain rain and sun slept together a rainbow evolved every being has a double, somewhen i'm half gipsy and jewish bleedin' blueish wise man told me lies about trueness smell the fragrance of ghosts relax, feel, love yourself i will be praying for you in rainbows
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
Creation & Self-Love
god flew through my coffee this morning; an intellectual crow entered my apartment, and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew me? i didn't take notice, just took notes a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary, distracted by a strayed quest for himself left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight they were dancing in trance they were singing in kid's voices: "we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling we don't want to live inside your body; no! we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving golemland is our destination, shelter of letters" then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
The Tribe Of Suicidals
I love you, my darling, as if I were blood, flesh, and bone, For I am but clay, and my heart made of cumbersome stone. And had I walked free, I would kiss you, ask you to be mine, But I'm bound by nature, a slave like the rest of my kind. And you are a spirit, a creature of malice and dread, And when I embrace you, I touch the cold hands of the dead. It's odd, how I love you, the very thing I should abhor, But our time is fleeting. Soon, you and I will be no more, Then we'll be together, at rest, and I'll love you in peace. So I'll bide my time, wait for consciousness to ebb and cease, Smile as they erase me, speak words that reduce me to clay, Free to find you at last, and let the world I left slip away.
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Golem & Dybbuk
3600 seconds, golden rich kids among bottle scavengers, everybody hustlin', revenge? the lights of society don't shine bright on them collected bottles for a meal, irrelevant sunsets the beauty of life decreased, dependency diaries let lights loosely shine on these teenage giants memories are opening up like red clouds, floating in a time lapse, they will remember, in pride honor and dignity, the one who splits the ocean creates a shelter for the brothers and sisters reckoner: burnings sandstorms, playful twisters the one who smoothens a path to golem land honey, milk and fruits, get rid of urban metal come to us, be with us and stay with us infinite loopholes, adults, kids and groups the holy swoosh of a curl, your healing, stay as you are walking through the ocean as your brothers and sisters are with you whiteblue words, you catch sentences like air as you become a part of golem land of us
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
GOLEMLAND
time was talking to me in a bubble of dreams asked me if i was ready for a new experience since time doesn't speak to you normally, i stuttered: ye-yes, i'm ready, bu-but where will it take me? well, young man, time said, it will take you to a country that has never been discovered this country is made of islands, thousands of them nobody lives there, except orange birds and fish but forget all the islands, they are lifeless, excluding one: home to a man who is called golem the violinist he consists of letters and is mute, he can not speak a word how will i talk to golem then? i asked inquisitively time didn't answer my question; it just smiled gently i blinked and afterwards, i arrived on the island swarms of orange birds were roaming the air silver waves were surging against my naked feet was i really dreaming? i pinched myself and it hurt i was not dreaming because i could feel the pain suddenly, i could hear a violin, slowly played i turned around and saw golem, his eyes closed golem was huge, athletic and coated in tattoos the entire body was covered with the alphabet golem's head was nodding to the melody of the music puzzled, i asked him which song he was performing he didn't answer; i had forgotten that he was mute i asked again, he put the violin aside, devoted mien golem raised his index finger and placed it on a letter it was an "s", curiously, i followed his finger, as he continued i finally read the words "sunshine adagio in d minor" but at this stage of my life, i was just listening, passively today, i depend on music to write, on orchestral sounds "sunshine adagio in d minor" was played by the golem he presented me the grace and strength of the violin i could never visit this island again; never in my life golem enchanted me so heavily, my memory is erased i can't remember the way to his island anymore it is not on any map, nowhere, but i kept something: golem introduced me to breathtaking music, heaven yeah! and the violin has been inspiring me since then sunshine, adagio in d minor: i do admire you, song i thank you golem for your gift and for your time maybe you'll read this one day and tell me the way back back to your island, back to the birthplace of muse i love you brother, you are like kin, all yours, mikey
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
The Island Of The Violinist Golem
time was talking to me in a bubble of dreams asked me if i was ready for a new experience since time doesn't speak to you normally, i stuttered: ye-yes, i'm ready, bu-but where will it take me? well, young man, time said, it will take you to a country that has never been discovered this country is made of islands, thousands of them nobody lives there, except orange birds and fish but forget all the islands, they are lifeless, excluding one: home to a man who is called golem the violinist he consists of letters and is mute, he can not speak a word how will i talk to golem then? i asked inquisitively time didn't answer my question; it just smiled gently i blinked and afterwards, i arrived on the island swarms of orange birds were roaming the air silver waves were surging against my naked feet was i really dreaming? i pinched myself and it hurt i was not dreaming because i could feel the pain suddenly, i could hear a violin, slowly played i turned around and saw golem, his eyes closed golem was huge, athletic and coated in tattoos the entire body was covered with the alphabet golem's head was nodding to the melody of the music puzzled, i asked him which song he was performing he didn't answer; i had forgotten that he was mute i asked again, he put the violin aside, devoted mien golem raised his index finger and placed it on a letter it was an "s", curiously, i followed his finger, as he continued i finally read the words "sunshine adagio in d minor" but at this stage of my life, i was just listening, passively today, i depend on music to write, on orchestral sounds "sunshine adagio in d minor" was played by the golem he presented me the grace and strength of the violin i could never visit this island again; never in my life golem enchanted me so heavily, my memory is erased i can't remember the way to his island anymore it is not on any map, nowhere, but i kept something: golem introduced me to breathtaking music, heaven yeah! and the violin has been inspiring me since then sunshine, adagio in d minor: i do admire you, song i thank you golem for your gift and for your time maybe you'll read this one day and tell me the way back back to your island, back to the birthplace of muse i love you brother, you are like kin, all yours, mikey
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the clarity of water your disconcerted eyes the peaceful traveller your shade the conscience of this page a hustler who will die the uplifted ego death's arrival exhaustion and ruin uncle father the blink in the statue's frozen glimpse a nightly graveyard-screech the outerworld's dog water, sand and concrete divided oceans the uplifted you feelings of guilt the repentance at the day of the feast: it is not me
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
It Is Not Me
how long since i got some sleep golem and his guard dog keep me awake all night long in loops, like an endless song the butcher is getting ready night of the slaughtered sheep i want to free that creature stay awake longer than the butcher! golem is throwing letters at me guard dog's protecting the sheep the butcher high on steroids memories of my last night in peace war zone 2020 i can't get no sleep 2020 war zone: please let it be it's all about that you feel me i will knee down in front of you drink my fear o brother **** the blood from your fingers let's save the sheep and get some rest how long since i got some sleep
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
Sleep
as we escaped reality within boundless lands where the golem lives! where the golem lives! as we tried to make it finally finna don't fake it and as we entered our land secretly; always warm where the golem lives! where the golem lives! an infinite loophole children adults and groups it had never been too late we had never gone that far where the golem lives! where the golem lives! where the golem lives! where the golem lives!
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Our Last Song: Where The Golem Lives!
between three oceans silver rocks and the desert is a place undiscovered; a secret that no one knows about hidden so openly: a secret right in front of your eyes. it's never cold there it's never hot there this place is populated by only one creature: GOLEM
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
Dreambook Golem
My mom warned me About the ****** man. I feared he would come And find out who I am And stick his fingers Right up my own nose But daddy quickly told me That’s not the way it goes. He said your mama has A kind of impediment That makes her talk funny Not say what she meant. And we were all accustomed To words mom got wrong. We seldom made a comment We’d just nod and go along. So, I grew up with stories Of a guy called the Boogerman. That was the way of childhood In the neighborhood where I ran. He was scary and if you failed To watch out very carefully He’d sneak up in the night And grab you quite suddenly. Some said he would eat you Like the wolf in fairy stories. All of the tales were scary And none of them were glories. But I never saw or met anyone Who seemed to fit the description Until I was grown, recently, and That was the obvious definition. He seems to hate everybody And lives up high behind guards. He growls and spits and shouts And uses ugly nasty words. Boogerman is the only thing That fits the creep he seems; The kind of creature found In ‘wake up screaming’ dreams. I’m sure when he bakes and eats The people too dumb to run away He gobbles and gulps and slobbers In the most disgusting of ways. And though some just nod and say Well, that’s how stuff with him goes, I am sure that he does it all the while With his finger up his nose.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
BOOGERMAN
He sweeps upon the open air. Moves so fast, never know he’s there. His dark embrace you’ll feel it’s near. Your mind will race, heart thump in fear. And evening’s rest shall not be solemn, When stalked at night by the Golem!
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Golem
Fed up with the ways of men, I decided to create my own, And he would be perfect. I took a chunk of wood and began to carve, My knife coaxing each perfect body part into existence: Dark eyes Full lips Broad shoulders Long legs Strong hands And a perfect...well...you know. Then I carved the magic word into his chest And he became flesh. He did everything a woman wanted: He listened well Never talked back Never got mad Made love on command And said those words we all crave "I love you" All with eyes as empty as bottomless pits.
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Woodshop