Wisdom Tainted

Thus it holds true; a steady course nautilus man-made percussion of actions manipulate dense framework as starving bird stares through the window educational tour of laughing matter Would like to return home wherever it may be, the road is long and hard so whisper to me feel this sorrow I wish I knew how to grieve without a need to borrow we decay anyway soulful approaches whimper in fear to drums what is loved most? what is hated least? sensing a sensational sensation, I ask am I making any sense? We watch children prey with handgun heartbeats even the devil … Continue reading Wisdom Tainted

distemper

distemper roses are too red superfluous violets are too blue a carnivore magnetism and horse’s breath the ravens fled as well as doves the remnant frighten hold loose tongue powder discharge written in smoke end of all conversation ashes of 1861 painted into halls of decadence puling and simpering, this haggard old woman where doth her pride and honor go? into the mouths of vultures chunks of bloody meat regurgitated for the young eat of poison knowledge tainted   image courtesy of Pinterest             Continue reading distemper

make me monster

make me monster, riveted. elliptical seances pull us towards muster all your worth less becomes more at times, we live lower in the highest places, we beseech you come and hold candles wind, winding down this rain will never stop being, cold cadaverous, your word has withered sun-drenched promise little sustenance, on poison substance we beg mercy does not know me hopeless and drenched make me monster I find terror when alone, I feign mercy. Just the same, I feel without…. it’s all fire, anger, fear make me, monster. ravenous in sundown. Lest, you should hope, less. we will find … Continue reading make me monster

OP TSotD-The Kills

  Pull a U-The Kills Pull a u in a sexy car Got your black magic And your two dollar Pull a u in ya dust dusty car Got your black magic And your two dollar love Pull a u with your sexy (?) Got your black magic And your two dollar love Pull a u honey, and get me too I’m your black magic And your two dollar, go right I’m not trying to wake you up I’m not trying to wake you up Don’t clean it up Don’t lean it back Get on the hood Ain’t nothing to … Continue reading OP TSotD-The Kills

ire or indifference?

is it ire or indifference.  we cannot speak in this manner to find out, dragging far too often this palaver of emptiness.  harried, spear-tip tongues will lash with effort.  i may fail again but a smile finds my face.  a caustic dark, concurrent with a river of shit bleeding profundity.  my bones have melted into forms unfamiliar and God has turned my ankles, so i limp as a foe opened upon foreign shores.  stoned in bat country, my vampyre is a sulking bitch, chewing the fat on my shoulder. makes everything blurry.  understanding is a slow death, change is gonna … Continue reading ire or indifference?

Lamron Efil

dismember the concepts in valleys of unrest set norm of forgotten line of sight vision sights are surreal in abstract light sound of soiled years in confusion elapsed time cherry wood-worked mind maturing sin, a disease of nation application hardware stand still destruction Tuesday afternoon appointment Hating the looks of genetic makeup casual violence deed done relapse synapse studio apartment penthouse playhouse yuppie bimbo make-believe with perfect score SAT Brexit, stage left… must you leave so soon? In a rush Irish? morning traffic Russian ants on paved trail army of disembodied disciples voyeur Templars of diamond age destiny wholly opinionated … Continue reading Lamron Efil

cloven hoof dandies

I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading cloven hoof dandies