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J Colin Jan 2011
Spicy food
golden pieces
herbal treatment
space between us

Salty air
silver beams
build a city
that washes away

Sweet sounds
of restless souls
murmor to and fro
A long of belonging
to something so substantial

Sour lemons,
sweetened by the sun,
grow tall and wide on
trees these lemons sprout from

Bitter aftertaste
scoured wrinkled face
nothing to satisfy
the craving underneath
Kvothe Apr 2020
An eldritch aura permeates
a palace, long forgotten.
I fell. Which may illuminate
my place amongst the rotten.

How long these ruins slept, I fear's
a desert measured aeon,
for sand has creep'd and crept in here,
a structure so protean.

This place it whispers death and dust,
a sister to the barrow.
I must escape this depth. I must!
These halls are much too narrow.

The stench of age, it fills the air,
with hints of green and purple.
Appendages, they slither there,
My thoughts they now encircle.

A mutter on the wind calls me,
it sends my digits lame.
Fluttered eyes. Where two should be,
five globules cry my name.

That fickle murmor, foe at first,
but now I know my error.
He tickles thoughts and quenches thirst.
Come, how could it sow terror?

All is well, I've found a friend,
His hug is warm and tight.
His many arms they do not end,
but wriggle, kiss, and bite.
Lovecraft inspired. I'm not sure how clear the story is. Guy gets lost in ruins. Meets some ancient creature. Creature takes over his mind, setting him at ease, only to eat him.
Michael Parish Aug 2014
I'm here everyone
And I'm mite
Be able to
Give you
The reason
For this mans funeral.
The truth
We'll
The truth
Is five of years
Of blow
And iced ****
Probably
Made us
Murmor
To ourselves
No ****!
However
We mustn't leave
Behind respect and dignity
Because we're all
Or some of us might end up
The same person
With out any caution
Like the poor dog
Who's lepton asphalt
We'll
I'm just as blunt as
What we were all thinking.  
Yes
Even the priest heard or
Considered
The human heart of tragedy.  
Even our boys
And girls
Loose the scopes of piety.  
I just want one more
Truth
Because I'm aching like
Some one else's deed body.
gnostic atheism: a puritanical sect of men
who finished their literary
education upon intending their teeth
to give enough scrub and backgammon
with the opposite ***...
being sleep walking
dream talking:
******* maidens
have a liver for a second mouth
and a Pacreas as Czcheslovakia:
England really didn't have
to declare war on Germany...
but to invest in Polish: *****...
one had to invade or pretend to: against
the invading parties..
silence: over-lude... allure: overlude...
allure:
the man and his god and the driving
spirit
the oomph that gave us Israel born
form the Ashes of the Holocaust:
like a murmor concering
how we get locomotion
and the black ***** juice of the dinosaurs
but the Arabs still call
it black gold:
black ***** juice of the dinosaurs:
you *******, pervert!
and like now:
Europe yoyo-rope:
another...
suicide used to be a serious question
a philosophical question...
now? enough times it has happened
without a Moloch to guide the fire to more blaze...
suicide became:
self-deletion...         a self-error waz wads born:
ergo: self-deletion!
some self-error: some computer monkey played
the lottery...
and won a jigsaw
instead of a beyond: a beyond: beyond
the one arm bandit:
Candy Crush Saga! boo'yah m'ah hombies!
my **** RUV's...

beetlejuice beetlejuice... one more:
******* time!
say it! say it! say it!
say it one, more, *******, time!
say it!

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