wait until next year

Walking in the morning fog,
icy patches, watch those missteps,
the mist it hovers, street lights
get glowing eyes, squinting, sizing
up their appetite, as you are devoured
going forward.

Then out of the soup that tastes like
every asthmatics worst nighmare,
comes a howl and a growl,
we will call him greybeard, and
it was weird how a grown man,
growled and howled while he
sat on frozen wood, at five fifty-six AM
and growled and howled at the
glowing eye above him as there was
no moon.

He never saw us as we moved past,
picking up the pace we moved fast,
he must have ice in his veins,
ice on the road, and sidewalk,
veins of light and in his body,
must have been the hand sanitizer,
coursing through his veins,
having a howling goodtime,
with the cold empties lined up behind.


DWE012014

Was that a dream
Or a nighmare ?

I saw her in a classroom
She was hot like fire
Her eyes calling me
What is that desire?

I came closer
It was getting warmer
What is that heat ?
Is it gonna killing me ?

She open her hand
I open my heart
I want to branch my hand with hers
But she pulls her hand away

She say don´t try it
Your love for  me
Is going to stop your heartbeat

She was the fire
When I get closer to her
Her flames will **** me.

Nightmare creatures don't just live inside our dreams, where they like to feed upon our silent screams.
Nightmare creatures don't just feed upon our silent screams, they continue to form teams, to float boats on the streams of our tears. They waft gently upon our fears and slake their desire upon the funeral pyre of our fantasies. Then break us down with fallacies that families are ecstasy when only should we feel pity. Nightmare creatures that inhabit our dreams scream ecstasy when we deny family but only in a dream, it seems, our nighmare creatures can only get the best of us when we choose to stage a scene.

ask me the part where marxism doesn't make more sense than darwinism, or when marxism ≠ darwinism... in england? ≠ = a train network, you ******* mcmuffin! the whole point of a "social" darwinism is that, unlike marx's "effort": we're anti-socially biased, competing... but that's not the point... what's with the desire for rekindling a community equivalent to having a village to grit root? extracting an individual from the horde is one thing, but having to craft a horde from an individual abstractrum ego, is another! add to that the whole pronoun "affair" and you have, what some poets claim: wasn't journalism the shitpile some preferred a j.r.r. tolkien to become? the presuposition of self, hyphen, well, with that, what's there to be collectivist about? what's there to actually gain from working? a ******* poststage stamp collection? there's no point to adhere to a cohesion that lacks an adhesive argument... bust-stop or bus-stop? i'm at the stage of faking a demand to watch the olympics... you know the one lesson poles were taught in school? cheating in a school ergonomic is one thing... cheating in a reality of owning the uniform of responsibility is another.*

most people has conceive
both "fat shaming" -
   without a fat - philia -
as most can gag out
a cat walk with an anorexic
model...
                doctors can
be manhndled socially as
autistic...
       while the rest of us...
hide...
              and to have made
an appearance,
  to have gratified
   human existence via cameo...
this...
             an ideologue?
             a charging bull...
if red's it's honing device?
                  this juggling act
of norma-marxism without
a normy-darwinism?
when, did it ever occur
to not compare Marx with Darwin?
when was colonel gaddafi
  the one:
                 with a mortgage
but not a burial rite?
a maxim, but no epitaph?
   i guess, compared to Marx,
Darwin *******
  the proclivity of looking
at an ape...
       unlike Marx:
    condensing it to a poor man...
but sure...
            you can have
Crimean "revision"...
   you *******
              ... wait... what tree did
we climb off?
        you call them what,
pine chimps and birch gutans?
i said: come what may,
an African phallus will
   become a mongol ***** **** will;
imagine having to be
drunk in order to say it,
without being savvy...
    just, plain, dumb, Bristol... aware;
but **** me did i enjoy
                                    it.

     oh i am responsible...
for the notion that there's a void,
that needs to be occupied
  by mere thought,
      or finger cracking akin
to the sound
of deep frying chicken...
                   fizzes,
    and fizzes,
        and then becomes a
                        Mormon nighmare...
finger, *******, licking, good.
     o.k. o.k.: sizzles...
           pouts bubbles
   but certainly doesn't fry...

   church hostile gorillas that climbed
off an oak!

     makes sense...
         but darwin is the antithesis
of marx, whether you like it,
                                            or not.

thank you for asking and the answer

would be quicker if I had cut my nails

to bounce the keyboard here

 

funny you should ask as i was thinking

over this yesterday while walking

 

how

 

it felt unfair that after all those years

of housekeeping

keeping his house clean

tidy, fitting in with all his

timetables and breathing

 

not breathing

 

that

 

she had to  go to the home quietly

where she remained quietly

 

her daughter also went later

and remain quiet

 

i lived in a home in milton road

milton house, place of nighmare

for us kids

 

wettened beds

stinking laundry

 

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so I stayed quiet

 

so thank you so much for asking

and being so thoughtful yet  I tell

 

you clearly

that I do not want a care situation ever

for all the good it will do, so i won’t stay

 

quiet now

forgive me

 

I hope your dad had green in his view

 

other colours too