Monday, July 31, 2017
Friday, July 28, 2017
I can believe that people get duped
Like it or not that's true
I see them move into dark rooms
Then stare at their navel
Stars turn into cosmic dust
Into the concept of love
Into a cloud of longing
Wishes to lick the entire body
Hanging onto an invisible dot
You would assume things true
Another day shakes the bed
Promises that won't be
Drunk laughter is sad
Stark raves in the box know.
Suddenly she puked..
It was complex yet stinky
Holding people back
Attacking their common sense
Suddenly she puked again
Then everybody ran!
Thursday, July 27, 2017
I go searching in the dark
The cave of wonders
Are there treasures within
From the broken statue
Breaking yet again
Then a flying severed head
That is what the clay had said
Deeper into mysteries and wonders
Shadows have bright colors
Loves pass through each other
Vanity sinks with water
It is going down stream
Nothing but something.
Madness is not the answer!
Things live after class
With giant claws that catch
Teeth like knifes
And eyes like coals
The sound of burning wood
The fingers that linger
Nothing seems
Comprehensible
Yet to thwart
A menacing anger.
Some girls just want to have fun
And life should be fun
Then girls want to be women
To form an army
Bashing not blushing
Rarely laughing.
Then there was her
She didn't even like me
Then she did
Then she didn't
So I can let her have it
She doesn't like me
She can cross me off
Throw me in the trash
Just throw me in the trash
I went over the rainbow anyhow
Where she will never find me
And her red lasers
Won't be burning any holes
I've found the best fox hole
Where I never was
That she has never been.
And life should be fun
Then girls want to be women
To form an army
Bashing not blushing
Rarely laughing.
Then there was her
She didn't even like me
Then she did
Then she didn't
So I can let her have it
She doesn't like me
She can cross me off
Throw me in the trash
Just throw me in the trash
I went over the rainbow anyhow
Where she will never find me
And her red lasers
Won't be burning any holes
I've found the best fox hole
Where I never was
That she has never been.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
It might be a hole
Or a pile of gold
It might be the place
You lose your soul
Looking out beyond the mirror
When that mirror
Breaks
And you don't even listen
Your feet move faster
Than your logic can protect you
And the pieces cut
Deeper than the speed
Of all the fools
Chasing foolish dreams
Break the chain
Calm the brain
And fight for what matters
Like life.
Lies to his face
She blissfully states
How can I conjure
Dazed looks by
Money shots to the eyes
Shes wasting her time
Been wasting with crap
It looks good
It looks good
But I know its not candy
Call me a visionary
Call me a saint
But blind
Not
Lying to peoples faces
Excuse me for knowing
People aren't stupid
Even if amused
They see reality
And the animal cracker
Zoo.
Monday, July 24, 2017
In all that was mine
I could never be
A fancy for a dream
Only a nightmare
A killer
A brutal women
Heartless thief
Would then be taken?
Into the greedy hands
Far fetched fantasy
Would touch me
Not aware
To catch me
If I fall
As she chases
In reality into circles
Her tail as a companion
To eventually bite upon!
So the moon dips
I can see the green
Dancing in the sky
The northern lights
And she's on her knees
Down in the swamp
As a swamp thing
I could feel some pity
If she was less threatening
Yet a spade will always be
And with luck she misbehaves
Luck would have it
She speaks with double mouth
Her words are for nobody
But herself
And that flaw is the fatal spot
In which love is thwarted
By a pool of fairy water.
Not the knife to steal a life
Your now a feeble wife
Shamed beyond the grave
That holds in his bare hands
After the war the fields
Blood rolls around
And there is nothing
No real love to be found
Feelings catch on the tree
Life pulled out of a careless
Dream of fooled kings
The place opens into
Vapors
Vapors
Twirling inside the empty
There is a mouse
Still there hiding
And pretending for nothing
Lies that fade
Spoken to the glass
Heard by the mirror
Her lips lose their color
And it is over.
Friday, July 21, 2017
There is no brain inside the moon
No poems can conceive
That pain that clutches inside
People try to find something
That pain reaches out to
Beyond the waves and tide
Feelings spin in the evening
Hearts seem to break
Nothing is better is never found
Soon the worms move
All is not lost as time rolls
Unfolding with plot turns
As if the illusion of love
Could haunt us all.
She falls from the stairs
Her eyes vexed
Nothing to hold onto
As nothing for a hand
Grasping for something
Within some fancy
Timeless illusion
Her plastic panties
Slap onto a cool rail
Her plastic skin
Oh so pale
And loitering
So sick her thoughts
Wander into
Sinking mud holes
There is just a humming
A violin breaks.
Her eyes vexed
Nothing to hold onto
As nothing for a hand
Grasping for something
Within some fancy
Timeless illusion
Her plastic panties
Slap onto a cool rail
Her plastic skin
Oh so pale
And loitering
So sick her thoughts
Wander into
Sinking mud holes
There is just a humming
A violin breaks.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
How to catch a bat
She says
That I am not
Is to be so clever
Fox like bat
Coming down with sap
Sticky with sensation
Dripping on your skin
Almost licking with
Puppy love
You will never get
Enough of me
As if swallowed by the
Sea and dream
In the clutches
Of a blood sucking demon
It is not just for
Nothing that she screams
And clutches with
Enormous suck.
She says
That I am not
Is to be so clever
Fox like bat
Coming down with sap
Sticky with sensation
Dripping on your skin
Almost licking with
Puppy love
You will never get
Enough of me
As if swallowed by the
Sea and dream
In the clutches
Of a blood sucking demon
It is not just for
Nothing that she screams
And clutches with
It is time to drink the fallen water
Mixed with all minerals
Love to touch the illusion of love
As sea suckers
All for the heart punch
To push into an abyss
So the knife goes in
The blood is a waterfall
Pure from the fire
Holy moonlight in windows
Fingers reaching for nothing
Now
Now
Only the screams of loss
Clothes missing in her room
Dust all around.
Mixed with all minerals
Love to touch the illusion of love
As sea suckers
All for the heart punch
To push into an abyss
So the knife goes in
The blood is a waterfall
Pure from the fire
Holy moonlight in windows
Fingers reaching for nothing
Now
Now
Only the screams of loss
Clothes missing in her room
Dust all around.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
It can be
This celebratory dream
Shall if the work prevails
Taken steps to the point
The sun is shining bright
Clocks get caught in
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Isn't that oh so nice
On a balcony
The fears are colliding
Fresh from the other night
Dreams are good
Not in fright
Movies play on the wall
With her faraway look
She is on the move
Rather suddenly
Everything is spinning.
This celebratory dream
Shall if the work prevails
Taken steps to the point
The sun is shining bright
Clocks get caught in
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Isn't that oh so nice
On a balcony
The fears are colliding
Fresh from the other night
Dreams are good
Not in fright
Movies play on the wall
With her faraway look
She is on the move
Rather suddenly
Everything is spinning.
I will fall through clouds
Past waiting arms that were
Lost in a fairy pond
Lonely is not
Fresh to touch by notes
Marking the minutes
For to slide into
Are lost in
The folding of space
Eyes catching fire
She silently enters
Grass begins growing
And bones break
Fortunes collapse without
A braid of truth.
Past waiting arms that were
Lost in a fairy pond
Lonely is not
Fresh to touch by notes
Marking the minutes
For to slide into
Are lost in
The folding of space
Eyes catching fire
She silently enters
Grass begins growing
And bones break
Fortunes collapse without
A braid of truth.
As too persist can be stupid
When there danger and that is it
The child wakes into a real world
A universe with other rules
And tears unfold and ripple
People all of them
Very much the same
Anger needs a cleaner
Or it becomes a fever
So say no to liquor
The winds take nothing
Birds turn
Keep on turning
With the world round
Spinning with hands
Grasping.
When there danger and that is it
The child wakes into a real world
A universe with other rules
And tears unfold and ripple
People all of them
Very much the same
Anger needs a cleaner
Or it becomes a fever
So say no to liquor
The winds take nothing
Birds turn
Keep on turning
With the world round
Spinning with hands
Grasping.
Data Giant!
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