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rf jordan Apr 2016
when for what
have you
stare
in
to
eyes
that are
what for when
ewe took my hand along yore swollen perambulations into nights devoid of air
ewe have never swallowed a trace of light that ewe cannot reflect upon as dust
entombed in heavens disassembled from unleavened brethren
there was always
a core to yore
whimsical strut
as if an avenue
could hold yore
internals eternal
those mettling metals we unleash upon with our ****** toes
galavanting
pearls asunder thunder’s weeping reigns of unsubstantiated all

never there was
a timid breath
ewe did not urn
as if spells of broken gesticulations could volley
a scant clue of what it was to become nothing
that type that trite time follows as we sear
magic into our concrete organs
as if all concrete weren’t asphalt awaiting coal
i succumbed upon your neck
and caught sinewy glimpses of your entanglements as if driven into shock
ewe never stopped smiling
and
in
me
ewe
never
will
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
There!
Do you see it?
It's dust on the mantle
It has been building and building
Mettling and settling
It has worn out its welcome
Much like we have

Stop!
I can sense it
The dust on the mantle
It has been waiting and waiting
Haunting and taunting
It desires to be wiped away
Much like I do

Wait.
Don't touch that
The dust on the mantle
It has been nesting and nesting
Mending and tending
It is a memory I'll never recover from
Much like her smile
Seth Seaman Jul 1
Connections come from ones own perspective, eyes glued and reel on like projectors. The crowds glued on blood, ***, cult allure yeah you know mettling with the Devils and gore!

Pupils wide as black holes, natural impulses take hold, competing streams of serotonin, caffeine and adrenaline.
Breaking through what's rational, distorted fantasy, made up dreams and reality. Playing a part over and over through your head, over and over till your mind chokes then explodes again!

Putting matter back together, gather a gander at your pondering standards, disguised by some "nice guy" on the outside banners. Representing the accepted way to live today, authority organized crimes, businesses continuing the selling of lies and the government still taking our lives.
A piece in progress, growing in some ridiculous proportions of unaltered fantasy made you to believe in a distorted reality.

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