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Obsessively stagnant
Wet ivory cheekbones
With  sunken hollows
Calm bones with painted patchwork
Dank ****** sobbing
In this filthy velet pain
Shattered ***** smothers
Ripped and ruthless I spin
Covered in night
With fear dancing in my spine
Bloodly swirls with the poisons I sip
Folded as I slowly shift
Losing minutes and my worth
Tangled in this stroke of the sea
As I weep and try to escape
Im a caged animal befor my set.
Get to close and you'll understand why a starved animal is the most vicious
animal there is.
It's not a release its a war a battle to the death between me and all.
I care little for thoose who've stood befor this is a a fight between me and them and
I have no desire to be nice.

Safe never belongs in any form of art.
The eye's the window i see all to clear and as always i only focuss on one
for theres such a seduction in the moment there laughter a drug and  as she laughs above the noise that sense of wrong at such crude logic she bite's her lip and togather we connect.

Moments we share will only be now as like a fire's glimmer what burns bright will all to fade.
And my job is to make you never forget.
It's the romance of the stage the nights illusion that is my true poisen and i drink with no regard's of tommorow.

If you pick apart why you''ll never grasp the now.
I thirst for life and never give thought to death.
It's only the people who worry who sink to the bottom.
Drown in thought and you'll embrace reget as a empty lover .
I preffer much warmer company myself.

From the light I wish only to embrace the dark.
I see the eye's and always view the one pair.
thoose that linger in laughter that have forgotten all but me.
Like some vampire in a black in white film I draw them moth to my ever jaded flame.

I force the laughter in that awkward moment fill the silence and make the night something more than it truley is.


***** the velet of passion give the friction of summers hot backseat
Take the moment ***** the wait!
For to hold back is to fail and failure sure doesnt feel
good as a after partys release for two.

Of the chatter and drink orders  I take that which i desire.
Why live in  reget when you can bask in release.
Have you ever truely tasted the freedom ive known?

Be herd now for  tommorows a promise is often changed to well intended  lie.
Command the crowd or the ocean will swallow you up as a lamb.
Anger ,Rage ,Happiness , I dont care as long as i get a reaction.

For in this game i never play it safe.

In the eye's of other's I read the reactions like a higways map it always tells me where the edge will be.
And I yern not only to take you there I'll push you over it going right with you laughter mocks the crash
as we understand  its all just for the hell of it care to come with me?

Strippers, Drugs,******,Hookers,You want apple pie and pickett fences
you've taken a a fatal wrong turn.
I'll burn the devils *** and embrace the flame only to smile  and vanish just as the night befor.

I would rather get a slap across the face than a gentle pat on the back.
It's not just a act it's just who i am.

And when it's over you'll either love me or hate me.
But one thing is for ******* sure you will never forget me.
For behind all the *******  when others  remove the mask you'll learn.

It's just who I am.

Anyone can joke  but few can make you truely
question what just happend?

A storm from afar is perfect chaos but nothing can compare to
riding it out in the choas.

Safe is not a word I'll ever be.
Muzaffer Feb 2019
Alta Gracia’da akşam oluyor
ve hala gitarımda bir telim eksik
Adabel’de kesti veresiyeyi
kapısına tekme attığım için
son paramla mama almıştım Lorenzo’ya
kafayı bulmadan önce azgın kedime
kim bilir nerde düzüşüyor bunak
bense pinekliyorum küf kokan pencerede
Mercedes geçse bir ıslık çalmam kafi
ama o’da geceleri çıkıyor işe
evi beş blok ötede gitsem
ama ya müşteri varsa içerde
Mercedes bir fahişe
aseksüel arkadaşız
yani ilişkimiz o minvalde
üfleyip püflüyorum son sigaramı
kafam karışık
bir G teli yüzünden
gitarı mı vursam
kolundan savurup duvara
küçük Miguel nerdesin velet
onun zulası vardır keman sepetinde
Miguel oniki yaşında benim öğrencim
Pado çalıyor beynimde her gece
oysa ben Blues üstü Jazz severim
çöküyorum olduğum yere
bir iki damla kalmış
dün geceki şişede
dikiyorum kafaya
ilk defa geç kalıyorum işe
Si’yi Sol’a
tak diyor temiz ruhlar
E’yi B’ye
üst perde’den çal
kleptoman şarkıları
sabahta vur tekmeyi kapısına
say eline mangırları...



Vaha
Leaning by the bell, arms open to the dominion of lights so bombastique
Harrowed by lawless but resolved in my self-legislation
I chew away my rose like a bovine
'Round the winding alley in the groovin' haze
Made of primeval memories and molecular scars; where
Snowflakes parachute geometrically under a heavenly maze

An orphan who lost himself in a shipwreck
Shied naught from his prayer, his crown
For the constitution of this authentic life
He stands alone in mystery
As calmly as a protester to romance
Like the nameless clock in a midnight plaza

As I rise over the velet dusk
A world under my winged talaria tells me
I am my own definition for all things untranslatable
Then I contemplate like a bewitched apostate
And march on ceaselessly to the light of day
For king is a poet who was forced to be a warrior

Leaning against the canal rails, I cover my cig afire
Displaced since birth
Disjointed through life
Dismantled after death
Black waves roll across the calamitous roars of night
As I drown majestically into the quietest void in me

An empire under my feet
A universe in my eyes
Whispers to gods I cast in dissolving chariots of smoke
For my name to outlive me to perpetuity
This rickety life, a rocketin' lie
A firework on the Fourth of July
I pray again like an Olympian in his temple

A breath, a moment, a glory

— The End —