"hypno" poems
Gluttony feeding from my dreams
Be their faces filled hunger
Watching
Waiting for my slip
Lear in their thoughts
For they dribble the fat of the land from their lips
The hungry doth need of food
Be it my soul
I dare not stare
I dare not look
My spine is frozen
My mind is cracked
Feel them crawling within
See my skin ripple from their thoughts
They know my taste
They know my aim
They want to feed
Hunger tastes
The place became the empty
My time was near to move
They waited at their tables
Ready for my doom
A dash this far I nearly got
Yet move I did not go
The hunger in their hypno eyes
This end
My sudden woe
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
Everyday I am born to gods relaying
lineage through winged messengers.
****** radiance enkindles immaculate retinas
in solar flares
and picturesque mornings' idolatry.
Tones entrancing, blue jays
or northwest mockingbirds,
their range of majestic differences
eluding attentive innocence,
elation ebbs to pain's perpetual flow,
streaming hypno-suggestive claims
finding me inexorable
to beliefs I've not died.
Impassioned voices usher me through,
by mid-day I've learned
to speak their tongues,
strange hisses
and twisting trebles
an attempted appeasement for
conforming to continued cyclical living,
instinct selection seeking final detention,
rebirth a trapped evolutionary trait.
Dreading each twilight,
coping through whichever maiden
may allow my musings
to conform to her form
for the night,
overlapping until I
am but a shadow
dominated by her presence,
her brilliance illuminating every scar
of the side perpetually left
to the dark,
enlightenment held
in the warmth of her touch
until she too
falls beneath the horizon.
Sun setting upon this silhouette
and whispering tomorrow
in stagnant sleep speak,
settling to sacrifice's sufficience.
I fear this rest.
Gleaning premise from barbaric genealogy
qualitated as residual spatial pandemic,
leaving this life cycle
reduced to just one more death.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
Jump on come on
Gonna lay you out
Flirt zoo showdown
What's it all about?
Head game voodoo
Think about do you
Smack talk all uptown
**** strut walk around
Turn it on ignite your flame
You never be the same
You see you're my plan
Get up girl I'm your man
Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark-eyed beauty
Hypno mind-zone freakout
Hip sway barfly holdout
Walk toe shuffle foot
Love starved crapshoot
Breakdown hard to get
Intrigue mind is set
Crazy hold mind on you
Alcohol stumble on thru
Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark eyed beauty
Drunk walk dance floor queen
Move stop tease my dream
Close far wet hard rock
Rhyme poet walkin the walk
****** ***** push away
Eye look what you say?
Smile coy make me wait
Night life stay up late
Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark eyed beauty
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
I nicknamed you. Kichimoto.
After a demon, radioactive, samurai hypno-bunny.
I think it's why I'm falling in love with you.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
I somehow forget how to write with a simple pen or pencil to express my feelings delight
I sometimes realize I'm not really a poetic rhythm to ring the ears of the people while being under hypno-tizum.
I see how people use their imaginations and creativity to create the fondest stories in history.
I can relate to the angry/hapiness/sadness that i read that sometimes makes my wrists bleed purposely.
Either way poem/poems are one of a kind that people cannot duplicate unless we have similar minds.
sealed with a kiss
Xoxoxo
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
good bad girl. fight like a boy. tsunami driftwood. raincloud no silver lining, where lightning strikestwice. bare feet hot cement. kidnapped girl in the polaroid. let me check my schedule. curiosity...cat. eggshells. prescription candy. thru the looking glass. holden red hunting cap. tyler/jack. why ophelia never learned to swim. hold my scissorhands. Drucilla. natural disaster. scartissue love tattoo addiction pain dissociation association. carrie bradshaw's evil twin. holly-go-lightly meets courtney love. wednesday adams grows up. marla singer's song. bad dreamer. caufield's wet dream, cobain sympatico. makes sid viscious look tame, e. edward grey esq.& miss. holloway synthesis. the white rabbit. igby. anti-heroine, captain jack's sparrow. temptation/seduction/truth cliffhanger. ticking sleep bomb, roman candle(lit). spilled milk guilt. poppy field dreamer. cafeconleche. waternymph/siren/pixie, hideandseeker. riotgrrlchild. fallen angel-demons beware. blindfoldedandbound,if swallowed contact doctor immediately. good veins. contagious, mixedbreed badmanners. moodswinger. shadowboxer. wrong side of the tracks. superlowrisepunkass. theonemamawarnedyouabout, chaoscalamity&charisma;, irresiatible&incorrigible;, neverlearnedmy lesson. kneehighs and runners thighs. handlewithcare. klepto-crinalin and hypno-medicine, tomboy/schoolgirl. skeptickeyebrow. dirty-flirty. cherrybombpocketpacker, hardcandy. sociopathsister. victim of my own past. hunter/hunted. bootstrap-trapped. is that my blood? just a minute while i reinvent myself.
i’d like to meet:
everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
Fill my dreams with tear gas butterflies
Killing queens and monarchs cross-eyed
All I've seen are things you can't hide
Apocalyptic hypno-landslide
Hallelujah
**** the sinner
Don't forget to pray for dinner
Your whole life is in his likeness
At least you know you're dying righteous
Praise the hand that does enslave
Bow down, proclaim, "Jesus saves"
Against my will, I'm taught your ways
Now I decide your judgement day
Antichrist, eclipse the sun
Liberate cerebral function
Hypno-landslide, smoking gun
No masters, gods, or holy son
***** your finger, slit your wrist
Obedience is your weakness
Comply and gain eternal bliss
But kingdoms like this don't exist
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC
The hazy dreams of youth
How uneasy
It is to know, that
These disjointed memories
Slip away, like stones
To the ocean
So now the vapor
Of the better times
Tries to
Dull the pain
But it stays present
As a disease
A parasite
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
(By Hypno)
If my mind was a kingdom,
Then you can see the scars of war,
Ravaging across the land,
With evil knocking at my back door
If my mind was a empire,
It would have fallen on the first day of it’s new rule,
With a foolish, hungry ruler,
With blood and war as his devastating tool
If my mind was a nation,
Everything would be out of control,
There would be no peace or freedom or truth to action
There would be no time for light, just a black hole
If my mind was made of gold,
Then if would be rotting with rust.
If my mind was made out of silver,
The shine would be gone with no lust,
If my mind was made out of stone,
Then the forces have broken it apart with no love
If my mind was the most strongest thing on this very planet,
Then I must have nothing.
If my mind was a kingdom. . .
If my mind was an empire. . .
If my mind was a nation. . .
If my mind was my own. .
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
You can't stand the site of me
You must stand in front of me
You have to berate me
You have no choice because
You are you, and I give no sentence for that
Though I am me and therefore I am
And you can't change that
So I listen to what I listen to to make me me
But you refuse
Oh how hard refuse with all of your might
I'll sit next to him on this one
I sit next to him on most of these
If nothing else than to **** you off
If nothing else than to tear your vocal cords
If nothing else than to hear your hear STOP
And I write without sense again
And I write without sense AGAIN
I laugh at my own jokes because I know
I laugh at my own disjointed agony
I laugh at my self even if you
RE-FUUUU-SSSSE
Spelled without context are these phrases of GOD
I can't stand your God or gods or goddesses or any higher power BEING
If only because you refuse to believe in truth
Or to hear you cry
Or try to rip me up
Try to pray for me
Try and tell me I'm wrong when I know I'm more right than you
You hypocrites with your hypno-quits
I DON'T REVISE
I DON'T REVISE
What came first is the question still not answered
Feeling good now with my disjoint-finger-tap-TAP-TAP
Guitar now in my ears-adjunct-twixt-crossing MOVE
Keep this heavy-quick-ever-high-pitch-type-incorrect grammar if nothing else than to tell them I'm listening to The Mars Volta!
OR WAS "THE" missing
My favorite peak
My favorite peak
Too much coffee
Too much coffee
Oh why must we end
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
just a naked light bulb
obsessed
with the swimming shadow i cast
slushy brained
with a ****** iota of a heart
driven by the loneness machine
that keeps me company
modernity grows black metal teeth
technology
nothing quite works anymore
except the inflexibility of algorithm's
they are my slave
and I do what they say
my upload is down loading
to a disappearing file
marked nervous breakdown
on a blinking screen of high velocity electrons
apocalypse of endless virtual hysteria
in a spectrum of LiteBrite
my wife screams vomitus epithets
at the computer
every ****** day
***** **** stupid ***
but
on the other hand
i dont need to navigate
the complexity of human relationship's
any more
i like my new virtual girlfriends
***** with long legs and ************
with her lesbian friends
playing in a barrel of lubed ******
and **** thingamajigs
preggo, and *****
having group ***
licking edible *** beads
with her best friends
Hypno girl
Kink Ya
LiL Red
Toxic Candy
Slutty Bunny
and
**** Bait Bon Bon
a cabal of delicate feminine monsters
Subs and Doms
like a garnish of pimentos
red fire kimchee ****
and sweet butter pickles
and if i lose a girl friend
the spiders will find me a new one
i'm just a man getting on with life
driven by the loneness machine
that keeps me company
i'm just a man getting on with life
driven by the loneness machine
that keeps me company
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams
Dead music legends interpreted by cirque
glamour the eyes neon and distractions
gangster's paradise
imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands
desert roads in summer throes
craps and snake eyes
piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots
life: a machination of mannequins
electric pulse of a new heart
as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms
since greed barely sleeps
and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry
sin city
once only an idea, a peanut
from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..."
but gotta hand it
the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop...
dream getaways by blue moons
in blue pools
privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss
EXPENSIVE...
where those blind to consequence
can witness
(convertible caddy)
the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling
feels like a game, and the surroundings
rarely change.
Where the indifferent ego
Idled by self
becomes a parasitic pretender
talented liar
actor to some... walking among
the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings
brilliantly glamourized
in billboard lights
numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues
of high def diminishment
of common folly logic
displacia of senses
fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw)
duty discarded
familial responsibility a hollow weight
a close second to desperations
the hustle was once a dance
the true crime and you
metro and the fool
willing food flash floods and tour buses full
just to be had
gangster pimped out a city
called it "the table"
dubbed by sin
stole some cash
catering to our vices / service entrance in the back
"What happened in vegas...?"
some call it being had ...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
(By Hypno)
You’ve ever tried to stop something?
But it never worked?
It kept on coming back to you
And you couldn’t stop it
Nothing can stop it
Nothing can stop it
Nothing can stop it
Nothing seems to be right anymore.
Everything I do is in vain.
And now that you’re gone and nothing seems right
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve tried to stop it.
But it just keeps calling me.
There is nothing that can’t stop it.
My self destruction.
It hurts, but only for a day, and then it’s over.
Shame.
If it didn’t go away, maybe then I’d learn
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
The hypno zah - the tarot code - their heads all turn -
- they need more roles
never been infatuated with moles they're too outdated to troll
I need a new goal
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC