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the hungry moon possesses a mysterious silver blowtorch
we burn in the neon deliverance of
reflected light

a baffling massacre of comprehension
this universe
that moon

a barbaric balloon billowing, bobbling
suspended, aching above city skylights
an orb filled with the cinders of everyone's
feverish dreams

this night has eaten our sun
in a sauce of stars and churning  
cosmic milk

narcotic planetary stallions
galloping across the black vast
marbled table
of space

my bed a casket, my head an airpot
of dangerous fradulent circuitry and
rusted ginger
Tal Haynes May 2016
You are fradulent
You explointed  me
I thought I was liking you but now I’m far from it
Were something else...
Were divergent and dissimilar
You talk behind my back
Your shady and fake almost that of a plastic tree
50 cents for three or maybe even free
Your not worth it !
Your two faced and I don’t like both parts of you
Its sad because I let you see all parts of me
I guess you didn’t like what you saw
Was there a flaw ?



By: Tal Haynes A.K.A Tummycakes555
Mercy B Apr 2013
Right Behind ,
                those distant eyes lies a person begging to be understood, a person too scared to admit she needs you.

Far  Behind,
                 this wall made up of all the let down and the desolation in her life is the need to find something new.

   Always  Behind ,
                the brave front put up to keep her safe fear grips ,with a buring hot intensity, down to her very core.

   Still Behind,
                her fradulent smile devastation engulfs her spirit, saddness that she is bound to hide forevermore.

Mixed in  Behind ,
                 her diluted sense of reality, inlies what she precieves as fantasy, but alas it is undeniably what is going on now.

You'll see Behind ,
        a vicious web of self doubt that would consume her, desperately she fights to free herself the only question left is how
jeffrey robin Apr 2015
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the sum total of all our poems is :

I WOULD RATHER SUFFER , EVEN DIE

PRETENDING TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

SEEKING THE CULTURALLY INDUCED

FALSE AND CONTRIVED LOVE

MY PEERS HAVE CHOSEN TO ADOPT

AS REALITY

THAN TO STEP BACK

AS AN INDEPENDANT AND FREE PERSON

AND TRULY COME TO UNDERSTAND LOVE

AND ITS PEROGATIVES AND RESPONSIBILITIES

IN THE HERD IS PEACE

IN THE TRULY HUMAN THERE IS

A FEAR OF SOMETHING THAT IS GREATER

THAN EVEN THE INEVITABILITY

OF A WASTED LIFE OF FRADULENT

EMOTIONS AND PURE SHAME

AND THAT IS TO KNOW ONESELF AS

A TRUE PARTICIPANT IN LIFE ITSELF

A PARTNER OF GOD

A CREATIVE HUMAN BEING

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this we state

Over and over and over again

As we pretend to be unknowing

And unknowable

And that falsity is our only defense

Because the truth does not set one free

But rather

Truth enslaves

— The End —