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POSSIBLE Oct 2018
there’s a madness to the method
just like madness to the **** head
just like sadness when a pets dead
So shaman practice to ***** death

dream up palace for the friends beds
give up hours made to break bread
we’ve a table so we share meds
******* tired, mai oui bed spread

going line by line
with a fine tooth comb
this my time to shine
that’s a spine made moan
ecstatic just like ﻮ๏๔ up on the phone

syncretized to science
split the spine to find it
sip divine in silence

܁܁܁પﻭɦ܁܁܁
sift my mind is chalice
peep my mental palace
be love be never callous
self poison only malice

who’s next up ?
Phil my boy defining finding
fluid flows that’s kinda violent

quiet convos
with sigma shamans
hidden wicked prevented
predicted problems

consciously coming
to all three of the shy

๓ﻉ & ฝﻉ & ฝɦﻉก; ๓ค & ๓ﻉ & Շɦﻉ๓ร

I might get off my ult
while I sip off my colt
best slip off that coat
when you roll with me

Where were going...
its too hot for that ****.

Sometimes we the hero
Sometimes we the zero
Sometimes we the feeder
Sometimes we the carry
Sometimes we don carry
way too much up on our shoulders

heavy stacking rolling over boulders
etch away the borders
swaying over voters
reeving up the rotors
drinking with the smokers
hugging all the soldiers
all the loners

better freeze time
so we can compose
the pose for all the posers
oppose the poachers  
humans are people

Not supposed to be vultures
One vampire angel makes for many moments of pure awareness which at first we think of as distraction.
Billy Gray Jan 2014
Run ranting raving reeving breathing
                 Into the floor and unto the ceiling            
        Sanity dismissed like a rabid dog                    
   Put down with dreamlike toxins...                          

Ride the lobotomotive.
left over  a limp prodigy that is ****** half to death the cold marker is pulsing white and burning red on his skin bent down boring black antlers into a dichotomous spirit pulling out the entrails with a fanatic regret he laughs so hard when he is leaving and the other side shakes his head, where are you going ***** you are still the biggest part of this, other says the angel you are reeving barks when u pass through its hands  is that the message u want to send when you fall out of heaven are those the words that you would speak quietly floating past Cerberus just save your penny hell is empty just crawl into a ******* hole let your forever in dirt endure moonlight  and transform you into bones this forest is empty and pigment lures the ghosts broken headlights are the bobbing lanterns that your memories impose translucent ax lips biting on shoulders kept bleeding for more did you leave a mark on them too when you ****** out their souls? am i just a human fixture in the black hole of your home? would u miss me if i dissolved and left u my warmth?  
i dont trust the way that u wear your eyes holding everything i know is feeling behind what you claim to nevermind ur lying i know ur ******* lying every person breathing has something to hide u say u loveme and need me u said you’d never lie  u promised that u meant it when i told you I wanna die
i dont understand prosperity/functionality/practicality/
pragmatic asides
i dont understand what you could gain from absorbing a ***** preaching purity shaking hands with a convent of flies i ******* hate u preternaturally u are the unbirth of it all i never meant a word that i said i am empty rolling my eyes here waiting to watch u dissolve
oracle leave your windows open
out from my mind  
breathe into my heart
god went
widows vast sleep
black veil beneath the dirt
eyeless destitution
envy me a-wake
circumspect
swollen world beneath lids of glass
unable to stray  unwilling to relent
cold hands ofwind
reeving rain of maggots
wriggled warring past palms of dissonance
to feed them and to feed the earth that bore them
line fingers slip into pockets white glow,
bent backwards
through traps set in speaking walls
woven together wet red on lattice
ravagingthrough energy
paused
staring at a moon wolf dressed in drag
sputter out coughs in vain
when he hustled away some rain away
with bitter sentiments + cooling breezes
insects skitter blac the town  
human is old and slowly leaving
he rose like a god

light emanate grey and white below
blanket the stars in violet and warm
mass falls onto backs
ascending he smiled
light of a thousand suns
fill into the cracks
cobblestone and wood
heart cold and dead
lives beast again
1
cold hands ofwind
reeving rain of maggots
wriggled warring past palms of dissonance
to feed them and to feed the earth that bore them
line fingers slip into pockets white glow,
bent backwards
through traps set in speaking walls
woven together wet red on lattice
ravagingthrough energy paused
Frances Raeburn Jun 2021
I’m pulling up outside
our bags are packed
kids in the  back
I’m reeving the engine
lets go
don’t look back

— The End —