A beautiful soul,
so lost in the haze.
Only ever gifted,
dirt,
grit,
and graves.
You fight for your passions,
and breath your beliefs.
Your voice is so boundless,
seemless,
unique!
The trials are endless, 
the outcome seems bleak.
Yet
you have something to hold onto,
and something you seek.
This challenge won't be the last,
but when it's complete.
There will not be a single foe,
you cannot defeat.
With this being said,
and fortunes being read.
I'll ask,
how do you feel?
And If you,
being here,
feeling,
breathing this air,
is even ******* real?
Then i have no questions,
and I need not answer.
And without any qualms,
we can't create cancer.
But without random deaths,
how can we live?
and with no sense of love,
why would one give?
Just find out
what made you,
the way that you are.
Then no one can tell you,
that you've gone too far.
To far from your goals,
to far from your dreams.
These "outlandish ideas"
aren't as far as they seem.
So keep it in close,
this love for your art.
And never stop feeding,
the beat in your heart.

letchor blood currdle like wild flowers melting in the mid day sun, let your fire dragon breath beneath the mess of leaves falling from a calm breeze.
Bring peace to a world where silence is comfort and passion is the tulip under the shade. Let the water trickle across your from and watch the skies turn from blue to grey.
The world is a heartache but a heart none the less, you needent suffer because suffering come from ones whose enlightenment leaves no mess.
Be a star in a sea of diamonds. croon for the howling of a dewwy morning.
Believe in a seed that can plant a whole world, never let the thoughts alter your disposition. Your true calling already exibits strength, quite lying to yourself, sleepless this and sinner with saints.
An enegmatic dissolusion of propriety and oath, formless and scouring we delve deeper into our shelf.
Cables and wires sing with praises of stables and liars, klu klux ****, peanut butter and jam, what a contravity of mystery and a hairless dogs epiphany. We told you once and we'll tell you again, your night stand secrets bar no weight in this land.

soldiers ships sail without a captian your ballroom gown looks like a tale unfathomed. please exsist in me as i believe in you. let your gaurd down and let me take the bow. please let my love pass through you like grasses ablaze, set my lingering sentient body free i have no more purple haze.

the morning will come and the night will shrink an exhaled body as yours dissapears in a blink. Together and forever a seemless reality, one blood runs through the oceans and cowers down the river stop breathe, you exist in moments like these

everybody sees you but no body nods, your a stupid little quip on someone elses radar. help yourself before you **** another be your best friend your mother your father your brother. let the ragsw turn to riches and the wine into the blind, let yourself ferment and **** the cat that explains your time. keep to yoursel fan dnever let them in, your a blind man with a stick and everyone else is screaming let me in. to each there own and to own a martyr is a shame, refrain from self obscurity and procrastinate your brain. Reach for the truth kept in a jar glass with the words mason like the illuminati keep in there car. your a vehicles for self enhilation a explosion of confusion, embrace this mess, it all you have to keep. like a safe bares a rope your only job is to escape..

brimming with hatred and filled up with angst your an emotional writer trying to die on the page.
**** yourself kindly and **** yourself well, your death will be celebrated like a child blowing out the candels at his birthday from hell. tears hit the icing and the presents all rott, something was a miss did his mother forget to love him not. the poor childs life went up in ruins the cycles of existance dug him into ruins bleeding and rotting a child life ion time be the future self that your chilhood friend can find. Be with your death like your beside your life. in the middle lies the truth betweent he lies of existing between pictures of books that no one took the time to read. death of a salesman the drowning of a rat, **** yourself with kindness eat your cake until your fat.

whats the problem with that? *******. you ****, you did it you ****! lol. :) ;) emote.

dying by numbers

illusions of granduer
life in a breath
**** the pitch man and take your breath

dont edit yourself absolve yourself

write for a feeling it is fleeting write for death and become alive

spelling backwards through time,
      stroke by blurry stroke
      a maiden's coal-black hair regales
      the flattery from her lips...  and so the doom
-- and boon of a crimson warrior's arm --
      was drawn from speech a flame,
      and kindled mind to burn away for lust,
one speaker fed and doubly fraught
by goddess's
      invention brought
to give away his name and trust,
for doppelgangers' games
                                 and beauty
                                         to consent~

that trollish abysm our aching selfhood
deems unworthy, war can celebrate:
iconic genius symbol may encourage,
it may remembrance windows of our history~
      but only breath, and inner sight so keen
      on solid strength of living fact
      can triumph in the plain!
some semblance of an older wisdom
strains to orate still, and lust itself afar,
      but brawn and tested fibrous body build
      must turn the page of time;
and this, to know the truth withstood
that vision
        of a perfect youth
                            forever,
one start and line without an end,
      a floating dance of pulling under waves
      that never waves as being surely does
like no ancient-honest country-prophet ever saw--
thus, remnants of the wisdom from a fallen mind;
and so he fell to her and had not her for long...
she had a wider window, immortal panes,
this temptress
       suppleness of limb to shock
and shake the bones of foolish learning,
that thinks itself imbued with everlasting fame.

it was a mossy light
                         of eyelash shine
                                           and sheen
                                                   to woo
                                                        the wisdom out,
electric sense to lure the hapless sap
into a brutish trap: to learn alone the
atheletes pathos, relearn the heart-race
from a chest of seemless vigour,
from lungs of endless winds
and legs of trunkish growth the
channels and the prism of an empty skull
instead of learned ships and foolish mimes of finer times--
                   he does the bidding of her will.











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[for Joe Cole's prompt]*
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Grain of sand?
I have no remembrance
of me being a grain of sand.

All I can tell you about
is this me you can see:

this glassy transparence,
a melted me,
metamorphosed
by fire.

Seemless frontier,
I can't but to split
daring to reach
the other side.

Grief, from this
sandy longing?

Yes, you may
say that's me.

Coiling round the telephone wire.
Seemless, where does one meet
The other's end?
Incessant ramblings into the answer machine.
Nothing, speaking with heavy eyes
Call me
If you get this?

They use their pretty faces everyday
And look with disapproval to the slightest display of  self expression
But there is always a seemless crack
Hidden by lyes of the past and false promises of the future
Flonting their pretty face in the presence of a king
Masquerading their rotting corpses by disguising it with an expensive coffin
As for all the pretentious souls, those pretty faces aren't so pretty, behind the closed doors of solitude

I would be amiss
Iffen I were to dismiss
What a seemless bliss


What a lie is this
To pretend that I don't miss
Our soft and gentle....


Silence on my lips
Though my heart's Gaurd lay remiss
A good man's premiss


My soul beckons, "Bis"
I guess what I'm saying is
Wonderful was our....

There are no blackouts for us
transitions; seemless
one waking daydreaming monologue to the next
no cut or redo
for me & you.

Deuterogenists.
Astrology and Escapology;
You dream and I disappear.
but it seems that we were casted together
This isn't stage fright- its fear.  

It's rude to say the extra's
weren't needed. But its true.
I guess the light always burned brighter,
when it was just us two.

Act I through to V
lasted our life
encore? no more.
I'll retire a gray fox and you my partner in crime.
Lets see what our final scene
has in store.

A seemless trail
plays to the audience
undressed could tomorrow
even wipe your brow ?

Good Bye Old Charms
Free Unto Another Star
Completion Ridicule
Released
For a Moon
That Ever Cares
Embrace of
Light and Dark
Seemless Beginnings
Reimagined Openings

Good Bye Old Charms
Free Unto Another Star
Completion Ridicule
Released
For a Moon
That Ever Cares
Embrace of
Light and Dark
Seemless Beginnings
Reimagined Openings

Do you like the sense of falling down
From up above the sky?
While running a music in your ears
and you are light as
you just puffed a cigarette
and put out your lighter back to
pocket.
I feel so
When you talk late night to me
sitting facing eachother
Murmuring untangled words,
why I love night and you
like watching circles of cigarettes
Hovering in room. Burning unintentionally.
I like that smell of you
Beautiful and seemless.
Crying of darkness outside
doesn't bother you anymore
We can understand it.
I love to keep falling.
Again and again.
Seeing ending with a beginning.
I love the sky and it never falls.
you fall
on my lap but it doesn't save you
from the thunder of the day
You don't sleep there.
You sob there.
My moon you always shine
and you speak madness.

Can you let me fall tonight,
with the music you played late
holding hands tighter
and fall asleep like kid?
We will burn our flowers next time.

A blade slices deftly through thin skin,
Not intentionally
Though then, it would have been much less surpising.
But caught unaware, now becoming all the more observant,
With the terrible dread of what's to come.
And, for a single, endless moment, there is no blood
Just a fleshy interruption
Of an otherwise unbroken landscape.
A seemless pattern of lines with almost imperceptible depth
Split by one harsh fissure.
By comparison, stretching deep into the world below.
Panic and wonder and excitement at the ****,
A new formation on the old plain
The possibility to make one different.
The skew of lines are unique,
But the marks formed by old pains
Have far more to say.
In another moment, the blood comes,
The brilliance passed
In the maroon tumult from the chasm.
Awe passes to action,
To stop the flow
Effort to restore the expanse to its uncut perfection,
Or better yet,
To skip straight to finding beauty again
In the resplendent scar.

Within the darkness of the room. All I see is blank space. Or rather filled with the foulness of humanities evil and corruption. But deep inside that room. Within all the corruption, there is a light. A hope. A soul so pure and refined that it seems as though it would blind me with lust and impurity. But in fact it would cause all the darkness and dread in my life to vanish. Nothing remaining of them except distant memories. Just memories. No more could they hold me back. Make me want to hide myself from the world, lest I lose control and surrender to the impotent thoughts. And I see you now. And I know there is a way. A path. A hope. To escape the never ending pain and sorrow. All it takes is looking upon your seemless eyes. So beautiful and luminous that from miles away you could still see every tiny detail on them. I could gaze into your gorgeous pupils, that seem to be a never ending hole. But yet it's not a hole. Rather a way to your heart. The hope. Then there is your bright and shining hair. That flows like water in the breeze. It projects the light miles away to destroy the evil in this world. And then your smile... Which even these words defile how spectacular a sight it is. How they glow in the shade of the corruption. Breaking through them like a hammer on glass. Nothing can stop your smile from making any day special. And even with all these things. I don't need them to be happy and free from the corruption. All I need. Is the mere thought of you. And everything else disappears.

For just that, I opened my eyes to watch the seagulls
Circle the cliff face, swooping and diving,
Black and white above viridian tides.
On top deck of those cream and green country buses
That bumbled along, taking the dips and hollows
As though a 'Big Dipper' at Margate.
There was such little stopping the journey
Seemed seemless as the sky.
And we,
Hanging out the window to catch the wind.

Love Mary x

Wanting
To feel you in my arms
Taken away to early
Not a chance at life
Parentless
So our love went
Seemless as a cloud passing  
Only tears shared for the moment
But not for the night

On that special day
In a blissfull atmosphere
I made out passionately
With my obssession
It was an intense session
Because it lacked supervision
After the seemless transfusion
Done with professional precision
With all the apprehension
Before the mating session
Now I have an undying ambition
With a very crazy compassion
With all the tension
To take you to the session
That will call for a love procession
To declare my obsession
And my conjugal mission
And that is my conclusion