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Eridan Ampora Jul 2014
You spoke those words to me as you departed from my sight. My sorrow overflowed, nothing meant anything to me but your words. I never got over you, Chelsea. It took me a few years before saying that didn't hurt, a few more to get the courage to see your Facebook page, and yet I still have no courage to say anything to you. I don't want  to be pushed away again, the fear of falling has left me flightless.
Pedicabo ego vos, Latin for *******. Beautiful language disguised such nasty words
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
Separately the Holy Spirit moved a step
in the dance; **** public temple desert lover
Southern girls kissing skinny plastic man;
  That comes naturally to God, thank you,
Invisible to me in my garden, incorporating flame
                    when they knew the feelings of Glory
lay in the middle;     Jack standing to read the seal
to open up the vision; In the shadow of a woman
taking a ****;    The stranger in the street watching
The girls who are                       prostitutes of light
because they are more persistent than any other person;
              but     Salamanders,                 they cannot come to us from the fire;
  the Alitos sweaty foreigners,                         Jews called grams weight
          much greater than man;
          The motion is taken down,
                         speaking to a teenager, or a divine,
                    According to the letter of his garment,
            The boy twisted fate through the skin to return
   To the beginning of the use of the *****;
                             long and thin;
Then she turns to leave,            the Witch
**** warms up to the test; parts of course
lead to death;          But in the mountains;
The half naked happy games w/ bandages over the cuts go on;
                 Wings for all of the new city, I'll even **** Eve,
                    yeah, while holding the three Queens hostage;
in the deserts of Asia,    where first is the beach of the bar;
through the shining cloud the point may be seen,
so that whatever we do,
                                 u are one of the farthest to & from the utter destruction;
                                 You are beginning to dream
daniela Nov 2017
latin poet catullus was often called too personal by contemporaries,
he didn’t write about gods and monsters or heroes or epics,
he wrote about himself and that was terrifying.

catullus wore his heart on his sleeve
and his heart was ugly sometimes, this beating, ****** thing
that would never shut up,
chattering between the line breaks and skirting around the meter.

the opening line to his poem carminae XVI was
“pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo”
which translates pretty literally to
“i will ******* you and face-*******”  
my latin teacher called him “incredibly ******”
i call him “the realest ******* to ever live”  
catullus was the first person to ever write
an open letter to his senatores,
julius caesar burned at the stake of carminae LIV and LVII.
catullus wrote about his boyfriends and his married girlfriend lesbia,
who incidentally was not his beard
or one of sappho’s lovers.
catullus buried his brother in the shrine of carminae CI,
left offerings of wine and bread and coins over his closed eyes.
catullus always made the ugly sound beautiful, eloquent.
you could taste the blood in his mouth,
the pearls and gravel between his teeth.
when i translate his work, he’s the only classic poet
who feels like he’s still alive, laughing at me from his grave
and writing invective epigrams about my grammatical errors.  

catullus was a little bit of an *******, but maybe so i am sometimes,
and catullus was a honest *******.
that’s more than i can say, some days.
he never shied away from himself, not even
from all the ****** parts that are hard to make quiet.
he always wrote about himself because
he understood what ovid and vergil and horace were still learning:
you can’t write about anything if you can’t write about yourself,
if you can’t look at yourself in the mirror
and call your demons by their names.
catullus XVI is the world's ultimate diss track, if you don't know now you know
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
I.
Geo. Wash. monument
replaced by the Me Too
monument; tear down
that huge phallus & fill
in the hole; Gretchen
Carlson Memorial so u
can see under her giant
short skirt; Lady Liberty,
renamed Miss Liberty,
was originally designed
not to be shrouded in a
stola but naked in sandals;

restore Miss Liberty to
her original state would
place a sixty foot ****

green woman in New York
Harbor raising a lit torch
for all to see her ***** for
miles around & when u get
right underneath u can see
the fine detail that went into
casting the perfect snooch;

2.
women casually walking outside
naked, men daring not to say
a thing & suddenly conversations
become about serious things
spoken of in earnest b/c u dare
not ever mention the fact that
the women around u are ***-out
starkers; u just keep ur eyes
to urself, buddy, & we'll all get
along; guys go out naked or in
string thongs; little girls display

smooth li'l meat pockets, babies
get changed easier; **** smells,
***** & ****** everywhere;
******* is a bore; no one
even thinks about *** anymore;
genitals are liberated to tell their
own stories; taking on the qualitas
of individuals rather than mere
anonymous vital appendages;
penises run for office & vaginas
give speeches; the person is just
an attachment; it is the ******
that make life & therefore the laws;

3.
the Supreme Court is filled w/ penises
until the President ****** appoints
snooches & the old ***** shrivel up &
die of ED; girls pop those pink pills
& **** guys in the park w/ no names,
no people, no crime; two genitals meet

& it's not a mystery; it's an open PDA;
******, ***** & novels; pasties for
treasured fun; vintage pin-ups treated
                                         like fine-art;
in the future women will rule & walk
naked in complete control at first flying
the re-appropriated ******* (reversed)
& then its precursor the three-legged
tryskelion; symbol of the Gorgon Race
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
They love to ****; Thou art mad, the waves,
the laughter of his mistress, bearing in dance to deal
w/ the weapons of the light;                         paradise
in the south of the desert,               where they felt they were most
motivated    by the laying on of the hands of St. Thomas Aquinas,
                the abstract leaping out of the fire upon being informed
of the glory of the corporate Monster's true feelings for the planet;
The hairy crown of them that walk on the sand,
I am a stranger to you;   watching over his wife
just as it was in the midst of the face of the ****           of the law;
the sight of man,                 standing by the way,
  the hint of change in the harlots received gifts,
     taking seconds to beat off that of which is in the light
of their own unique brands,     & the tongue of the sultry;
For example,              hot, & then they call on the unseen,
so that the new,                                   in which the people,
I will build for the elders an                Ark for the women
to speak Yiddish                            & take off their clothes,
taken prisoner                 they live to return to the floating
world weirdly
to the letter,       that to say on their knees
                                       &   they take charge
                                              of the *****          
         his wife rolling back the skin,
                                 the thin Witch
             of teenage greatness naked,
the rolling course of the stars,          leaving the goddesses
  we have named his wife Eve
    w/ the intervention of death,
Mistress of the parts of the blessed, indeed, to the contrary,
to the queen of the mountains,         Hey up there, bare-***
naked, her **** towards *****,
but w/ the knowledge                                              of the clasp at the middle
                               of the bra's filmy cups,   he held
                                onto the shoreline w/ a purpose;
motivated by the propaganda of an enlightened age;        to          the insane
                                                ones of Asia,  
there is no longer any spirit trapped in you,
                        for drugs,                       I will start dreaming of the kind feet
of my future wife;|                                                          Natural Light waves
 loving computers;
                        Killing crazy dancers,         thanks
                               to the           guns for bringing
the garden            to the desert where the abstract
ladies move southward                    & lay straight,
               feeling the heat of Jack's ghostly flames;
     the planet knowing the corporate monster
Gypsy's feelings; the hairy stranger watches
from the center,  looking like he was reading
her **** on sight in the shadows of mankind's
****** on the street,  where it takes seconds
         to   stand and beat off in a singular dawn w/
sweaty tongue torches;          Warm, calling from
the unseen as much as to the strange happenings;
older Jewish women speaking Yiddish caught
                           caught w/out their clothes on;      
                                    They lived to return,
weirdly moving to their knees                  & literally taking turns
w/ the *****; The teenage                            Witch thin, skin bare;
Rolling stars wide on the course of goddesses leaving Eve dying,
                      half leading to the happy mistress' party in the hills;
Bra by *****,    but otherwise bare-*** naked    
because by cutting the opposite, yeah, Queens,
                      hey, her knowledge of the beach is held by Midnight's
bar's bright point;    you mad Asian addicted to generic prescription  
                                                  ­           drugs, u start dreaming before
   you breathe any longer in the Crazy Lights              where Natural
                                                               computers **** dance waves;
loving thanks to the guns                 bringing the garden to the desert
                                         where the abstract ladies move lazily south
                                                   & straightly feel Jack's ghost flames;
                the planet Monster knowing the corporate gypsy's feelings;
the hairy stranger watching from the center looking
like he was reading her **** on sight in the shadows
of mankind's ****** on the street                    where it takes seconds
to stand & beat off a regular;                  its singular dawn
w/ sweaty tongue torches; warm, calling from the unseen
as much as any strange happenings, older Jewish women
         speaking Yiddish,       caught w/out their clothes on;
they lived to return,        weirdly moving their knees
   literally telling each other to take turns on the *****;
the witch is  a teenage,       thin w/ skin baring rolls of                    stars
wider than the course of goddesses leaving Eve dying,
half leading to the happy mistress' party in the hills;             .
Her bra by *****, bare-*** naked because by cutting loose |
           its opposite, yeah, u queens; her knowledge  
                     of the beach is held
by Midnight's bar's, bright point;               you mad Asian,    
     ordering drugs &
beginning to dream,                               you'll breathe longer;
                      Watching a stranger's hairy scalp in the middle
looking like it was the **** of the law;         the sight of man,
standing by the way,         in the hint of change in the harlots received gifts,
of which in the light of their own unique brands
            it takes seconds to beat off the sweaty, & his tongue; |  For example, is hot,  & then comes the call of the unseen,
          so that in the new,                                 in which the elders of the A's
ask for the women to speak;                    Yiddish & wearing men's clothes,
                  he is caught:            Asian & using an insane kind of pigments;
starting to dream no more of spirit
They love to ****, Thou art mad, the waves,
the daughter of his mistress,                                  bearing in dance to deal
        w/ the weapons of the light paradise in the south
        of the desert, where they feel they are motivated
                by the laying on of the hands of St. Thomas;
                abstract & out of the fire on being informed
                of the glory of the corporate Monster's feelings
                                                                ­      for the planet;
The hairy crown of them that walk on the sand at 1 a.m.;
a woman lingering on the john after taking a poo
to breathe in the musty aroma of her own ***,
***** w/ clingy bits, waiting for another movement;
her skull drinking in the scent fills w/ the aroma
of unseen worlds w/in worlds up her *** & crossing
the Perineum strait to the precious Holy Snooch;
unseen & peeing; she inhales deeply
                 listening to the aural tune
                  from her urethra's orifice
& that of a stranger in the next stall at the next bowl
unseen hissing like a basket of serpents; O Holy ****
           from the paired Goddesses succulent bladders
& pate-worthy livers;                  your watch over his wife just as it was in the midst
of the ****-faces of the law;  the sight of the man standing in the doorway
                           the hint of change in the harlots received gifts,
& take a few seconds to get off,    the beat of which is in the light
of their own unique brands, the tongue of the sultry; For example,
hot & then they call to the unseen,                        so that all new *****
                                        from which the people,
                  & the Elder Ones will build
                  for the elders of the Astral Plane
                                       women of clay speaking
                                       Yiddish stripped of their
                   clothes,
   & taken prisoner;                they lived to return
                                               to floating  weirdly
                                             to the letter they say;
                                   or on the knees
          the changeling   |
          of the ***** is cut to the skin,
the blood spilling over his wife's
        surgically enhanced *******,                              
                          ­           |       the thin witch;
                  of the teenager's greater nakedness,
     the rolling course of the stars leaves the goddesses
   we have named after his wife Eve in the intervention            [of   death],
Mistress of the part of the blessed, indeed, to the contrary,
to the queen of the mountains,  |            
                        Hey Hollywood, shove this up ur bare-***,         |        naked,
then cut towards *****,      |    but the knowledge of the middle of the bra
is held on the shore;|        the purpose of propaganda in an enlightened age;
of the insane ones of Asia,
|                                             |                         ||  |      | |       |         |  |         ||    |
               |                                there is no longer any spirit in a trap to you,
               but for drugs, I will start dreaming
               of the kind feet of my wife;
they love & they **** us,        thou art mad;
raging waves, & the daughter of his mistress,
bearing in mind the company of friends,
to treat w/ the weapons of the light from
the garden at the right hand of the desert
&    there he became aware
       of them as they moved,   are performed by
the laying on of St. Thomas has been withdrawn
from the Fire of the glory of their ascertained sentiments,
                     the monster w/ the body of the earth;
the hairy crown of them that walk on in the sand;
 Already?   A stranger from the sand of the watch,
and of his wife because he was righteous
In the midst of her **** out,  | of respect for the persons
 In the law of the sight of man      |   standing in the way
when we are changing, our being warned of the Harlots;
they are given a reward,        & take seconds off as heat,
                         which is their own unique brand of light;
and that which is the sultry, for example,    hot
and that the call could not see,           so that a new,
1 where people and rebuild the old and the women
to speak in Yiddish,         in his clothes & captured;
he lived on revenue   weirdly engaged to the letter,
to say to the knees, the changes. of the ***** is in the skin,
about his wife, thin, ugly witch, a teenage greater nakedness,
Rolling w/ the course of the stars,    leaving us the goddesses
we have named for his wife Eve at the intervention of death;
lady to be happy in that contrary to the queen
of the mountains of Bela,  the bare-*** naked;
the suits, propaganda enlightened by the knowledge
        of the middle band of the shore toward *****,
 but the mad ones of Asia are bound to receive this;
 as there is no spirit at the feet of a kind of medicine
is over for a prey, to you & I have; I will start dreaming about his wife;
you say they will **** us that love us; surely,
you are mad; raging waves, and the daughter
  bearing in mind the company of his mistress
of friends, to treat them with the weapon
of light from the garden at the right hand
of the Desert; and there he became aware of them
as they are moved; miracles performed by the laying
on of the hands of St. Thomas has been withdrawn
from the fire of the glory of their ascertained
sentiments; the monster with the body of the Earth
and the hairy crowns of them that walk on in the sand;
Already? A stranger from the sand of the watch,
             at his side his wife because he was righteous;
     In the midst of her **** was the respect for persons;
                In the law of the sight of a man standing
in the doorway when we are changing, our being
n nn warned of the Harlots that are given a reward
                    In the seconds it takes to give off heat,
                    which is their own unique brand of light;
                    that is the sultry example,              hot, &
the caller would not say;            so that a new 1 starts
where people rebuild the old 1    & the women
Pleasingly speak into his clothes,         he lived on the
Avenue captured &         engaged weirdly to the letter,
which to say on his knees    of the changes to the skin;
            & of the ***** of his wife;       thin, ugly witch,
a teenager's greater nakedness;               Rolling witch
the course of the stars            leaving us the goddesses
we have named for his wife Eve,                 but by the intervention
of death,               a lady is to be happy, in that contrary
to the Queen of the mountains of Bela,   the bare-assed
naked; birthday-suited,   propagandized & enlightened
by the knowledge of the middle band of the shore,
      the mad one of Asia is bound toward *****
to receive this;   there is no spirit at the feet of the kind
of medicine used to cover the prey,         to you & the 1,
   I have 1 too  & I start dreaming about you, | | his wife

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