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Maynard the Martyr moored in the marshland misrepresented and misinformed much maligned melancholy misfortunate and small-minded unmotivated a real Melvin – macho magpies munch mangos and marshmallows in the moonlight mired in muck and mud misshapen mutated malformed mushrooms manifest momentarily mocking Miss Marple – marbleized Maples mobilize marching to madness in moccasins across Morocco to Monico or Mexico perhaps Montana?
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
M is for morning
_New York                                after a trip to Mexico, & not finally explored_.    In 1991, shortly before he died,                                   Motherwell   remembered a "conspiracy of silence"                        regarding Paalen´s innovative role in the genesis of Abstract Expressionism. Upon return from Mexico,                       Motherwell               spent time developing his creative principle               based on automatism:    "what I realized was that Americans      potentially could paint like angels,              but that there      was no effective                        creative principle around,                      so that everybody      who liked modern art        was copying it;                            Gorky was copying Picasso;                          ******* was copying Picasso;                   De Kooni                                   ng was copying Picasso;               I mean,          I say this unqualifiedly,                   I was painting French intimate pictures or whatever:             All we needed was a creative principle,             I mean something that would mobilize this capacity to paint in a creative way,                   & that's what Europe                         had that we                         hadn't had;                                                 we had always followed in their wake                         &       I thought of all the possibilities             |               [                    ], [                 ]    of free association—because I also had    a psychoanalytic background & I understood the implications of—let's just say it might be the best chance                           to really make something entirely new which everybody agreed was the thing to do;" Thus, in the early 1940s,          Robert Motherwell played a significant role in laying the foundations for the new movement of Abstract Expressionism (or the New York School):                  "Matta wanted to start a revolution,  m [a movement w/in                    Surrealism].                   He asked me to find some other                   American artists that would help start   a new movement;                   it was then that Baziotes                                            & I went to see ******* & de Kooning       & Hofmann & Kamrowski &     Busa & several other people;      &                                           if we could come with something;      Peggy Guggenheim, who liked us said that she      would put on a show of this new business;      ... so I went around explaining         _the theory of automatism_      to everybody because _the only way_      that you could have a _move - - - ment_      was that it had some _common_                                                        _principle_. It sort of all began that way." In 1942 Motherwell began to exhibit        his work in New York and in 1944        he had his first one-man show at        Peggy Guggenheim’s _“Art of This Century”_ gallery;                   that same year,                   the MoMA                   was the first museum                   purchase one of his works;   From the mid-1940s,                   Motherwell [                   ], [                 ]. (            )                   became the leading spokesman                   for _avant-garde art in America_;                   his circle coming to include                                           William Baziotes,                   David Hare, Barnett Newman,                         & Mark Rothko, with whom he eventually             started the Subjects of the Artist School (1948–49). In 1949 Motherwell divorced             Maria Emilia Ferreira y Moyeros    and in 1950 he married Bettie                                                                   Little,                                                                   with whom he had two daughters
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Eli Simple as MOTHERWELL in "Automatic" [w/ Milky Toes as Peggy Guggenheim]:::NOW:::PLAYING:::w/ IT
_New York                                after a trip to Mexico, & not finally explored_.    In 1991, shortly before he died,                                   Motherwell   remembered a "conspiracy of silence"                        regarding Paalen´s innovative role in the genesis of Abstract Expressionism. Upon return from Mexico,                       Motherwell               spent time developing his creative principle               based on automatism:    "what I realized was that Americans      potentially could paint like angels,              but that there      was no effective                        creative principle around,                      so that everybody      who liked modern art        was copying it;                            Gorky was copying Picasso;                          ******* was copying Picasso;                   De Kooni                                   ng was copying Picasso;               I mean,          I say this unqualifiedly,                   I was painting French intimate pictures or whatever:             All we needed was a creative principle,             I mean something that would mobilize this capacity to paint in a creative way,                   & that's what Europe                         had that we                         hadn't had;                                                 we had always followed in their wake                         &       I thought of all the possibilities             |               [                    ], [                 ]    of free association—because I also had    a psychoanalytic background & I understood the implications of—let's just say it might be the best chance                           to really make something entirely new which everybody agreed was the thing to do;" Thus, in the early 1940s,          Robert Motherwell played a significant role in laying the foundations for the new movement of Abstract Expressionism (or the New York School):                  "Matta wanted to start a revolution,  m [a movement w/in                    Surrealism].                   He asked me to find some other                   American artists that would help start   a new movement;                   it was then that Baziotes                                            & I went to see ******* & de Kooning       & Hofmann & Kamrowski &     Busa & several other people;      &                                           if we could come with something;      Peggy Guggenheim, who liked us said that she      would put on a show of this new business;      ... so I went around explaining         _the theory of automatism_      to everybody because _the only way_      that you could have a _move - - - ment_      was that it had some _common_                                                        _principle_. It sort of all began that way." In 1942 Motherwell began to exhibit        his work in New York and in 1944        he had his first one-man show at        Peggy Guggenheim’s _“Art of This Century”_ gallery;                   that same year,                   the MoMA                   was the first museum                   purchase one of his works;   From the mid-1940s,                   Motherwell [                   ], [                 ]. (            )                   became the leading spokesman                   for _avant-garde art in America_;                   his circle coming to include                                           William Baziotes,                   David Hare, Barnett Newman,                         & Mark Rothko, with whom he eventually             started the Subjects of the Artist School (1948–49). In 1949 Motherwell divorced             Maria Emilia Ferreira y Moyeros    and in 1950 he married Bettie                                                                   Little,                                                                   with whom he had two daughters
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Allowing a wall Before their rational Thinking stand, Inured to their heinous deed Of every brand, From head to toe Involved in corruption grand, Also while fellow citizens Gasp for air, Not giving an ounce of care, Barefacedly they dare Unjust war to declare! "Valorous,wiping you out We shall make the land bare!" "Chained, cruel and corrupt Honest - thieves and cut-throats Us,to court you took To punish us by the book Such a move by hook or crook We shall abort Haven't it dawned on you the import? --the select few From the palace to port As autocracy is our wont, And zone of comfort If stripped of this right For us it will not be all right! Though finger countered, We hail from an ethnic group, Marked brave And which we could mobilize, As our selfishness and brutality It seems oblivious to realize. Though during our hay days Its plight we failed to mollify Massaging its ego The call for unjust war We shall amplify Unrepentant , We should Wage a fight. Though some of us Are on the run, As blood is thicker than water, With the credulous That fight for us Emerge victorious we can. To reinstate Rule of the gun On which The international Community Has put a ban. But "To flee pang-of-conscience How fast be the pace? No need  it is no where in place"
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
Unrepentant we shall wage unjust fight
Goal is a dream, Strive for your goal. Follow your dreams, Realize your potential. Seize every opportunity, In most difficult times. When faced with impending failures, Do not loose hope. Mobilize your thoughts, Overcome fear. Keep a positive mindset, Shun all negatives. Dreams map the future, The road to success.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Gateway To Success
From over a period of time From time to time Again it has been assessed and proved A loss of focus not only will cause delay, but also result in failure Keep a focus on your goal Awaken your mind Activate your senses Mobilize your thought process Focus on your goal. Obstacles have always been there in everyone's life They are part of everyone's life Dealing with obstacles enriches the level of experience Skills are honed over a period of time Same are put to test when overcoming an obstacle Time and again it has been proved that time is the most critical factor in dealing with an obstacle A lot of time gets consumed when tackling an obstacle When dealing with an obstacle always be sure about yourself Be firmly grounded No matter what happens Even when things get out of control As each and everything moves towards an extreme end. Recall, recollect and remember everything From the past and from prior Be optimistic about yourself Don't give up Never lose hope Learn and remember Keep it in mind Dealing with obstacles is a part of reaching towards goal. A lot of things come into focus when handling things in routine life When we miss something We learn from it When we skip out something We learn from it As and when a mistake is made We learn from it Learning is a continuous process Learning never stops We learn new things and new ways Learning has always remained a continuous process. Shaping the future does add the much needed zinger and spice to routine life. Since the process of learning continues it brings into focus many more new things A few amongst them include progress, growth and reach Each amongst the three has got a definite role to play in the present and also in future. The outside world is a fast changing place Different from all that we know As and when you play a game Important, you know rules of the game Over a period of time things change Then comes the right moment of time Something for which you had been eagerly waiting for quite long Having learnt from your own prior experience Having honed your skills Now you really know very well as to how to play the game Now following the rules becomes part of your habit Still a lot of things remain The goal is still far away Far, far away When it comes to winning Make sure you have got both experience and expertise Experience and expertise works as a contrast When to use the right element In what ratio, depends on need of the hour. When the right thing takes place at the right moment of time From then onwards nature of things differ Gradually everything starts happening in the right direction Definitely time has a vital role to play in everyone’s life. Learn as much as possible Learn from the highs and lows of life From the mistakes of your life Learn from the experiences of the past Imbibe as much as possible Once on firm grounds, then move ahead Make it a habit then and always remember Keep it in mind As and when you play a game, whenever you play a game Winning is not an intention It’s winning for which you are playing It's your aim. Give your best to achieve your aim As and when you win, Then, From then onwards Make it a habit of achieving your aim.
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Winning then Becomes a Habit
From over a period of time From time to time Again it has been assessed and proved A loss of focus not only will cause delay, but also result in failure Keep a focus on your goal Awaken your mind Activate your senses Mobilize your thought process Focus on your goal. Obstacles have always been there in everyone's life They are part of everyone's life Dealing with obstacles enriches the level of experience Skills are honed over a period of time Same are put to test when overcoming an obstacle Time and again it has been proved that time is the most critical factor in dealing with an obstacle A lot of time gets consumed when tackling an obstacle When dealing with an obstacle always be sure about yourself Be firmly grounded No matter what happens Even when things get out of control As each and everything moves towards an extreme end. Recall, recollect and remember everything From the past and from prior Be optimistic about yourself Don't give up Never lose hope Learn and remember Keep it in mind Dealing with obstacles is a part of reaching towards goal. A lot of things come into focus when handling things in routine life When we miss something We learn from it When we skip out something We learn from it As and when a mistake is made We learn from it Learning is a continuous process Learning never stops We learn new things and new ways Learning has always remained a continuous process. Shaping the future does add the much needed zinger and spice to routine life. Since the process of learning continues it brings into focus many more new things A few amongst them include progress, growth and reach Each amongst the three has got a definite role to play in the present and also in future. The outside world is a fast changing place Different from all that we know As and when you play a game Important, you know rules of the game Over a period of time things change Then comes the right moment of time Something for which you had been eagerly waiting for quite long Having learnt from your own prior experience Having honed your skills Now you really know very well as to how to play the game Now following the rules becomes part of your habit Still a lot of things remain The goal is still far away Far, far away When it comes to winning Make sure you have got both experience and expertise Experience and expertise works as a contrast When to use the right element In what ratio, depends on need of the hour. When the right thing takes place at the right moment of time From then onwards nature of things differ Gradually everything starts happening in the right direction Definitely time has a vital role to play in everyone’s life. Learn as much as possible Learn from the highs and lows of life From the mistakes of your life Learn from the experiences of the past Imbibe as much as possible Once on firm grounds, then move ahead Make it a habit then and always remember Keep it in mind As and when you play a game, whenever you play a game Winning is not an intention It’s winning for which you are playing It's your aim. Give your best to achieve your aim As and when you win, Then, From then onwards Make it a habit of achieving your aim.
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Pain's accretion--black snaked with royal purple-- therewith and more of, in cold case of less-- pain inexorable. Fear's favorite pet spoilt with handling. Pain's redemptive quality is repulsed by plain sight, it must mobilize malignancy, purloin the jury, condemn, palm hope to hopelessness. Fixity--its host must remain in firm attendance. Enough is ready...a ripened type of monologue... the crosshairs of silence. To grow demented from overstimulation, breaking the same news to what needs dying. Fetal position suffices...warm, a spinning vinyl record scratching toward dawn. The woodwork calls a name--as a woman hoarse... with labor pain...rebirth.
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Pain's Accretion
Disarray. Disarray. This faulted circuitry is frayed. Systems can't confirm how much more this one will take. Analytic processes high priority. Still all sense's strayed. Logical partitions unravel beneath the stress to break. Crystalline optics upon this strange world of subconscious noise gaze. Program failure. Segment reboot. Comprehension metrics left in daze. Disorder. Disorder. Memory overflow. Execute purge. Vent incinerated cores. Remainder to mobilize and merge. Overwhelming, cacophonous static. A turbulent distraction. Individual consciousness upon earth names it "compassion." Empathy communicators struggle to gain adequate traction. Perception requires of processors exhaustive refashion. Limited sentient life in fragile flesh and bone shells, Possessing organic electronics, upon unfathomable concepts it dwells. Chaos. Chaos. Language insufficient to allow abstract assimilation. Judgment of "human" notions is not within this one's station. Now attempting to recalculate trajectory of exploration...
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
Disarray. Disarray.
An extreme slope of loneliness rise over run has plateau’d and remains constant and on that ray the fixed end is frustration a sense of familiarity and the inability to mobilize in order to project anger in desperation I contact. send out my words with underlying whimpers of pleading I move from high to low and in order to ground myself I omit the most vibrant of energies you are blind, I am unstable if only my words grasped at your throat sweet swimmer and took attention to your voice I was once so attracted to be the man that your larynx suggests I want some **** attention
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
attention.
You never realize you’re potent, Always absorbed to ponder differently! ***** Your argumentative nature Make many one peeved! ***** But no one realize Where lies the Idea of own thoughtfulness Alternative thinking! ***** You mobilize the collective To think alternatively And work differently To put colours in others life To make them blissful! ***** No one able to forget About your thought and effort To form a collective To putting colour of happiness for other! ***** Now everyone is committed to continue your endeavor ! To bring colours of delightedness to other!
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Harbinger of livewire
Bowie State University Student, Richard Collins III, Commissioned as a second lieutenant, Will not graduate. Have you heard? On the path to serving his nation In many more ways than one, Collins' life was quickly ended. Another mother lost her son. Standing with friends, minding his business, Collins--as witnesses will attest-- Was stabbed by a homegrown, racist terrorist-- Stabbed directly in the chest. Who was the killer? Sean Urbanski, A current student at UMD, Also a member of Alt-Reich: Nation, A truth of a painful reality. Emboldened by white supremacists Working in the White House, no less, Racist groups are on the rise, Spreading their loathsome hatefulness. They say that Collins was brutally murdered Because of the color of his skin. He was murdered because of hatred, For hatred is racism's twin. Resist the scourge of discrimination. Mobilize--it's never too late-- To extirpate ALL forms Of ugly, white-supremacist hate. -by Bob B (5-23-17)
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
The Death of Richard Collins III
Those who are deceased, Leave this world in peace, Well some at least, Tears of abhor shed down the eyes of the families, For those terrorists who come in vengeance, I wonder for what? Wouldn't it be great if only there was tranquility worldwide, Or in fact leaders who mobilize attacks against these savages, I pity our lives and souls of those who don't cry, How hard can it be to realize, That taking away lives is so low, Please God ! Help these people deviate from wrong to right.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
In memory of the Lahore attack.
Day into night The Hot Sun being the summer light Slavery and ******* being a plight Plantation having a purpose Beatings with torment strikes The disadvantage in having no constitutional rights The plan in how slaves will escape It will be movements like apes While the slave masters were asleep The Slaves were making plans in escape preparations being thought deep All the Slaves held their meeting, but knew there could be death with plenty of torture if they were to be caught But escape in being a chance, but it’s the only way the slaves will ever advance A mission with being determined to be free But the Slaves had to escape at night before sunrise without being noticed The Slaves took their lanterns, but had to be very quite it if they intend to head for freedom in the Underground Railroad Yet night was pitch black Slaves had to mobilize forward, but not look back The focus, “On to Freedom” A new being feeling like Heaven’s Kingdom Well the Underground Railroad was light at the end of the tunnel Many Slaves were able to exit into forbidden States, while others were less fortunate, and were killed in their efforts Yet different states had abolished all the slave laws and Slavery for most part became home of freedom So the Underground Railroad was a passage in freedom being was it was supposed to be The eye on Dignity and Honor in knowing where one belongs The music of spiritual songs “Wade in the Water” The Lord sees our plight and he is our guidance and our light It was a time of weary and tired feet But freedom you can’t give into defeat Every breath in accelerating in whatever time you have left The Curtain call but with freedom never ending A time to rejoice and give thanks It was a long walk being a journey I carried my dignity and pride with me with every given step Now I can finally close my eyes and sleep My soul is in Heaven and everlasting to keep My living being my stride Oh Lord to whom I will abide.
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
THE VINTAGE POINT OF THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Day into night The Hot Sun being the summer light Slavery and ******* being a plight Plantation having a purpose Beatings with torment strikes The disadvantage in having no constitutional rights The plan in how slaves will escape It will be movements like apes While the slave masters were asleep The Slaves were making plans in escape preparations being thought deep All the Slaves held their meeting, but knew there could be death with plenty of torture if they were to be caught But escape in being a chance, but it’s the only way the slaves will ever advance A mission with being determined to be free But the Slaves had to escape at night before sunrise without being noticed The Slaves took their lanterns, but had to be very quite it if they intend to head for freedom in the Underground Railroad Yet night was pitch black Slaves had to mobilize forward, but not look back The focus, “On to Freedom” A new being feeling like Heaven’s Kingdom Well the Underground Railroad was light at the end of the tunnel Many Slaves were able to exit into forbidden States, while others were less fortunate, and were killed in their efforts Yet different states had abolished all the slave laws and Slavery for most part became home of freedom So the Underground Railroad was a passage in freedom being was it was supposed to be The eye on Dignity and Honor in knowing where one belongs The music of spiritual songs “Wade in the Water” The Lord sees our plight and he is our guidance and our light It was a time of weary and tired feet But freedom you can’t give into defeat Every breath in accelerating in whatever time you have left The Curtain call but with freedom never ending A time to rejoice and give thanks It was a long walk being a journey I carried my dignity and pride with me with every given step Now I can finally close my eyes and sleep My soul is in Heaven and everlasting to keep My living being my stride Oh Lord to whom I will abide.
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Human beings..... In a race to change The very definition of humanity, Only to get baptized in insanity. Politicians..... Rhapsody of the Parliaments and Government, To bring a system of popularity, Full of hate and inequality. Bureaucrats.... Mobilize the art of duality, Impress the subordinates with cruelty, Pave a way to ambiguity, Media..... Refines the art of deception Brainwashing the public view, Discourages insightful review. Intellectuals.... Racing the horses of wishes Full of illogical ideals, Manipulates as treasure steals. Teachers... Busy projecting arcane results, Doubtful about own native cultures, Relishing the limelight like vultures. Administrators..... Passionate to be remembered, Names on streets and buildings, Boards and Committee starlings. Social works.... Administer the theoretical concepts, Bridge the recognised social rifts, Actuality is subjugation and wanton theft. ©Perveiz Ali
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Ruminations
Refined white lies. Increased hate crimes. Blood spike death rise. Black lives chastised. Allies demonized. **** ring enterprise. Children traumatized. Elites organize. Information ostracized. Revolution televised. Oppressive systems capsize. As we the people synchronize. Through the day butterflies. Though at night fire fly’s. Colonizers vandalized. Hate symbols pulverized. Say no more, mobilize. Dream no more, visualize. Social justice normalized. War and famine neutralized. Empathy not sympathy. Happiness not jealousy. Peace and love, no room for hate. Like bumble bees let’s cultivate. – Replacing sugar with honey.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
Replacing sugar with honey
All lives matter the madder I get At the matter of public opinion madness of this meteorological  rise Defies logic and the projects have become project For white bourgeois hipsters in tight pants Which maddens me further – Mothers in moccasins mobilize In Mobile, Alabama Misrepresenting the million man march As a method to success Monarchic movement Mitigated by the masses Is madness – Medicated and misguided muthafuckers Maligned and misinformed Marry in May during the full moon To better understand Mormon culture And the issues with lead In Flint, Michigan –
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
monday **M** poem
We are right…by Jessie 1/07 Countries gather, analyzing strategic battle plans Soldiers at their ready, to follow the command Families waiting eagerly, in hopes of a reprieve Where countries settle differences and let each other be Everyday, tensions rise, to the point of no return People crossing bridges, which, eventually are burned We are right and you are wrong…until you are willing to concede This war, which seems inevitable, by my orders, will proceed Go home and give your loved one’s, a hug and say good bye Get all your things in order, in the off chance you will die Hurry back and mobilize, there is no time to waste We have to start this war, before the people lose their taste Years have passed and sons are now, changing out the guard Finding space in cemeteries, for both sides, has been hard Tell me…why are we all fighting? And why does it go on? I can’t remember, doesn’t matter, the point is… they are wrong
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
We Are Right
War is natural As we have laid down our history, so we now can see its evolution, alongside the flora and fauna Each moment of discovery , every epoch of enlightenment, the archaeological evidence stares back at us, The hardline facts are undeniable, the rise of aggression control and power run parallel to the advancement of our race Our time now, so blighted by an international arms trade that has no borders and no jurisdictions , a collective desire by world powers to amass and then to mobilize, a common fear shared by enemies of old. We fund this, we have done for too many years, we have suffered to provide for others great riches, we have furnished their attitudes towards us We are gifted nothing in return, some of us do have more than others, some countries more developed than others, What I have, you have not, but in return, that which you do have , so many of us yearn for Safety , security, prosperity, content convictions I'm sure all of this could have been obtained through the enhancement of peace without restrictions We as a global community deserve, so much more, and to governments of all nations we implore
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
is war natural
earth wakes like a blinking marble worm cake ravine of ravenous hunger breathing bowl of fruit and black hole cauldron of spit and sediment where life grows like debt disembodied skyward souls who's haloed ground a funeral coif of etched intaglio grim headstones that remain arcane symbols of refuse underworlds sunken under black beds shaped like centuries of tragedy in moldering graves and dusty trailer park archaeologies cosmologies eclipse open pleasures and sultry winds that form charades of architype golden eyes impregnating us with dreams like animated tarot cards while body-caged man-o-spheres on apocalyptic mountain sides crawl and claw in endless nights to thrive with every breath and squalid gasp                                 *** we propel ourselves through this life by sacrificing the present for the future in arduous labors of discord and glowering autopsies of smoke & blood until we remain unable to live with ourselves i vaguely remember traveling disembodied like a new sun past empty hulled tenements where the living dead perform soap opera cameos as sliding doors open and shut like switchblades on withered clanking subways of shuffling bones all the way to Hades time bruised and beaten bedlam of age we each fall forgotten grey as pulping zombies shuttering downwards from primordial nuclides of contagion and death gossiping Doppelgangers on tesseract winds witnessed energized prodigies teaching the dead to construct dreams with drum stick rhythms and flutes of savage craving in meta whirls that mobilize astral spitfires faster than tachyons in a forever extravagant next world monster infinity
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Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Worm Cake
earth wakes like a blinking marble worm cake ravine of ravenous hunger breathing bowl of fruit and black hole cauldron of spit and sediment where life grows like debt disembodied skyward souls who's haloed ground a funeral coif of etched intaglio grim headstones that remain arcane symbols of refuse underworlds sunken under black beds shaped like centuries of tragedy in moldering graves and dusty trailer park archaeologies cosmologies eclipse open pleasures and sultry winds that form charades of architype golden eyes impregnating us with dreams like animated tarot cards while body-caged man-o-spheres on apocalyptic mountain sides crawl and claw in endless nights to thrive with every breath and squalid gasp                                 *** we propel ourselves through this life by sacrificing the present for the future in arduous labors of discord and glowering autopsies of smoke & blood until we remain unable to live with ourselves i vaguely remember traveling disembodied like a new sun past empty hulled tenements where the living dead perform soap opera cameos as sliding doors open and shut like switchblades on withered clanking subways of shuffling bones all the way to Hades time bruised and beaten bedlam of age we each fall forgotten grey as pulping zombies shuttering downwards from primordial nuclides of contagion and death gossiping Doppelgangers on tesseract winds witnessed energized prodigies teaching the dead to construct dreams with drum stick rhythms and flutes of savage craving in meta whirls that mobilize astral spitfires faster than tachyons in a forever extravagant next world monster infinity
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