"dirigible" poems
between the umbilicus of limbo,
and the theater of cruelty
the rational world remains a derelict
void
welcome are hallucinations
abolishing reason
that give meaning
to blood shot
gazing walls
beyond the limits
of sanity
where madness can not be opposed
in a world
of tug a war aberrations
a lyric breathed voice
shoots through
nerve membranes
while marching
an infantry of
squat shadows
and false memories
that move like flames
in a vacant lot
of burning violets
she goes hungry
a snake head
eats its tail
in graves
scattered voice
and speechless tongues
arteries pulse vermillion
naked and wanton
waiting to be pierced
for schitzo's release
in a lyric of dreads desire
a tidal force
lifts a dirigible of hell
in a fountain of blood
while Jesus has a cheeseburger
moonstruck in torn *******
a spreading bride
dissolves hoop-armed
around a formless shadow
hallucinating
her beloved killer
foot stones kiss
….
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
My compass pointing towards my dreams
is broken
my polished brass imaginator
is lost
My gyroscopes spin lazily
now useless
My log contains but disconnected letters
the few remaining sentences
contradict
its stacked and leatherbound brothers
I chained my silver dream kaleidoscope
away
above my head
it's diamond sapphires and amethyst pearls
are out of reach
I said I would sail this way
and I have
forgotten
how to turn this dirigible
around
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
This was it:
The broken seat,
the precipitous stairs,
the heads of sleepy metal beasts mounted on the wall
places that felt full but were empty.
We mingled brain stems, exchanged heads.
I traded my hypothalamus for your frontal lobe.
Moths un-attracted to light,
we flickered in the dark,
weightless yet burdened-
this dirigible in my chest
Alone in a crowd you whisper
What if?
What if….
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
Una vívida y terrorífica alucinación
me repito, tiritando de miedo
desde el centro de la sala
atravesado por el gélido
arpón de la gravedad.
Vamos flotando, por encima de
los campos de verdes acres
contemplado la geometría perfecta
de la pitagórica ciudad vegetal
Sobre una inmaculada orbe de papel
nos precipitamos hacia el vacío,
las formas y contornos del mundo
quedan grabadas en la difusa
calma oceánica de nuestras retinas
Y una multitud,
de acerbos rostros flemáticos
nos da la bienvenida.
Cual diminutas ánimas secretas,
se agrupan en curiosos adarmes,
la sombra que cruza el Atlántico
ofusca sus vidas entre cenizas
Ahogados bajo las llamas
elevan ampollas de fuego
en cada nota y en cada suspiro,
oímos sirenas cantar
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
*I am no more dirigible, no more bound.
I am the hawk, I am the hound.
I am beyond anyone's touch.
My ideas go beyond the stretch.
I savvied the rules of world -a pitfall.
Now i aspire to break them all.
Now i wander, with no guilt to ponder.
My soul is sated with peace, that's what i will squander.
The temporal rules i bend with ease.
Cuz i am sceptred with
THE DREAMER'S DISEASE*.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Spit on the ground,
And raise your middle finger in the air.
Those things they have
Told you not to do
Out of respect.
Respect, the base too is self-evident;
But men let it rise up in their heads
To control every thought and emotion.
If they do not respect others,
If their values are in balloons
Leaking hot air,
Beliefs in the wind
Those who are not attached, but not free.
Let no man change any other,
Who himself refuses change.
Those that cannot admit wrongs,
Learn from nothing.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC
while being a man eater
she preferred
to be eaten
like a ***** bride for a vampyre
cleanse us from all unrighteousness
she liked her ****
bruised as beaten apples
with scorched *******
perforated with the needles
still glimmering in her areolas
oozing small rivulets of blood
as if alters to a weird mythic Jesus
do unto others
she spread her haunches wide
and knelt in supplication
her **** and glistening **** presented
for the scythe and whipping slick ******
let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace
she imagined
her body like a dirigible
exploding in mid air
her hands caressed her lush *****
with rabid fingers
like a woodpecker on amphetamines
girding an unlocked cage
of wet smeared lips
for this is my blood of the covenant
her **** drooled
as if a thousand baby tongues
dripped for a teasing tickling blade
knotty hung ***** and sagging *****
on the way to a glorious ascension
hard is the path to God
her life more dissolute
than *** **** videos
a rich lady languishing
with a growling animal inside her
and gold enough for life
but not too rich to bleed
extravagant tears of flaming petals
while licking devils *****
and being eaten and ******
from **** hole to gut
in a bottomless rusty bathtub
by a pantheon of fiends
*come now, let us reason together, shes a horney *****
in her own rem noir dark city
of obsidian dreams
she woke up happy as a jitterbug
and full of grace
her cunty fingers tasted extra ******
and slippery as melted butter
beware
watch out for the boiling red eye
and the hillbilly keep out sign
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC