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Freedom is VanityHey everyone, look at me!
So independant, fun loving, free.
I do what I want and I'll hurt who I will.
You're only alive if your willing to
Who's love stands in your way
Wont accept you because
Are far to immature... So fuck 'em.
It's not like I try to be vain
Ugly people just hurt my brain.
So what if the mirror is my only friend?
How can you expect me to
Who's love stands in my way
Wont accept me because
Are far too insecure... so Fuck 'em.
So fuck 'em I say.
Aspiration of an Oceanic TrunkTwisters in an oceanic trunk
Crinkle a tapestry of pores
By five digits aspiring
To consume as ten-thousand.
Running heeds unwilling tremble
By siege of counted counterparts
Bloom inverted lip filled sails
Arched intrepid axal spine.
Opals crossed by snakes of hair,
Jaw tight with slacked position ,
Here accelerates spindled toes
curled against intoxication.
Hole Spackled Toxic TorsoSliding bars and simple stalks
Grind across a metal floor
Where crates filled with broken glass
Incinerate a static mesh,
All this atop an oil freighter
Is poured down my strip strep throat
While I beg to cure and cater
To keep indebted psych afloat.
Jar of pickled relative past
Fouls spring-loaded rusting horse
Stamp it through a cerebral shell
force hole spackled toxic torso.
Incarcerating first note
Stave menial inquisition
No textbook bypass wrote.
Melodramatic CataclysmSwallowed to the hilt
Of melodramatic cataclysm
Embalming feral tapestry.
Trepedate with non-admittance
for failure to adhere
To a bruised digested fruit.
Hunger to a paste.
Foreclose the wailing ignorant.
Soapbox muffling delirious
Nourishing template of suffix fuse
Grappling elder swallows
You bruise the bound to shackled one
Find the ominously misplaced
Relocated a trampled pause
Asphyxiate viral nuisance
For non-existent future cause.
Taint all that I am, I beg you.
Turn me inside out until I have
Nothing left to offer.
Convert these boyish missgivings.
Entangle me in your web of
Splendor and Disaray.
I long for my brokeness
Sevor my resolve.
I demand my emptiness
Shatter my everything.
You come as beautiful as the wind
Then pelt me with your hail,
And though I know to cast you out
I submit and let you bruise my flesh.
You can have me
Break me as you will
Abuse me as you see fit.
You can't have me
Take your hand from me
You're worth less then spit.
Sex in a CanMy pants want off!
My hips want free!
Only then may I,
Proclame my love to thee!
I'm bursting with love
Of the purest kind.
So what if love
Wishes to grind?
I be a "he"
And thou art a "she"
It was written in the stars.
It was meant to be.
I knew when I first
Set eyes on your face
Which is above your breasts
And your dangerous place.
It was love at first sight
Or so it would seem
By the way my shorts
Are soiled with cream
For what is this "love"
But a pelvic glee?
If achieved at first sight
How deep can it be?
Man chases woman
Woman chases man
The world needs a life
and sex in a can.
Parasitic MemoryPurest phantom from a thousand yesternights
Send me to your alter so that I may pray
And give penance to the savior of my desire.
One more breath to satisfy
This parasitic memory.
Overcome my will,
One more touch to clarify
Your bitter deliverance.
Crashing self denial
Grows beneath a crooked whim.
But ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
And ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
Wicked CrutchI must
Attempt to consume and devour.
Alleviate this weakness
That leaves me shattered disorient.
Destroy and break free from the
Consuming flames of my
Wicked crutch, my
That wish to drag me
Down into this relentless hollow,
Down into this bitter winter
Of your gravity that's consuming me.
Sweet intoxication, bleed not
The anger of my guilt, of my greed
Of my faithless desire for your
DoorsThere is a scratching, rapping... a gentle tapping on the doors. My heart jumps, my pulse
quickens. I can feel the energy surging through my veins as I lay my head and close my eyes. I'm
running through the coradors of my psyche, hoping desperately not to lose that seducing glow.
Dashing in and out, out and in. I see a line, a second, a third. Now a face is etched into my
mind, lines exagerating a bold jaw line, face twisted and contorted. The feelings well up within
me and burn into my hands until I can no longer help but take up my pencil. First the eyes, deep
and dark... then the arms, twisted, bound. I cannot Hear the words spoken around me, nor see the
people passing by, for my entire consciousness is consumed by this precious object before me. The
presence beyond the door that once gave me its gentle beckoning now demands my answer with a
resounding boom echoing each sparatic beat of my heart. Biting my lip, I tap into the bitter
sweet feeling that longs to connect me. The door b
To an Internet AdmirerI can't love someone I've never met.
My heart just doesn't work that way.
You tell me that you won't forget.
Well this is what I have to say:
You don't know my face,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my name,
We're too far apart.
I know I seem cold,
But I cannot lie.
It would be unfair
For me to comply.
I can’t love a dream.
I need someone real.
I need true passion.
I need to feel.
I’m flattered by your compliments
That’s all my feelings consist of.
How can I love a dream
When I can’t even find real love?
StormThe perfect storm approaches,
pulls the strings, my strings.
I walk a path, light torches.
The storm is what love brings.
A thunder deafens birds momentously,
erases songs, all sounds at all.
It hits, then burns tremendously
and all that stands shall fall.
There is the cyclone, spins around.
Scatters wits with none of force.
All matter crumbles to the ground,
all planets change their course.
I welcome you, my lovely,
crush my being times again.
Make me feel alive and holy
like only your love can.
Canto Hacia La LuzCuál será el lugar
A donde van
¿Rechazados por ti?
Puede que el infierno
Sea su morada
Al no tenerte
Desean la muerte.
Te quiere lejos
De su pluma
Y de sus versos.
La estrella fugaz
Que nos inspira
En su efímera marcha
Vive en tu mirada.
Ella nos reta
A capturar su esencia
Renuente a ser
Traducida en letras.
Lleno de locos
Reclama la corono
Hundida en inocencia
Vuestra dama no ve
Es tu belleza.
La rebelde impotencia
Líder del partido
Reprimido en mi conciencia.
Detener la sublevación
Te daría mis ojos
Portadores de pasión.
Para que así
Veas en su magnificencia
La luz de las estrellas
Que iluminan mi vida.
An Unseen SingerShe was much more than a voice to me,
Yet her face I never got a chance to see,
And so a sweet sounding melody
Is all that remains of her inside of me,
And only when drifting through some dream
Does a wishful vision of her come to be,
This fool's version of reality—
A beauty seen—only through the song she sings.
Seasons of the HeartWinter wind reaches, fingers fleeting,
Thunder storms and rain drops streaming.
Winter strangled hearts, cold seeping.
Moments fleeting, moments fleeting.
Spring flowers blooming, soft breeze blows,
Water's sweet kisses; dew-grass glows.
Hearts healing as shy sun beams flow.
We can all grow, we can all grow.
The sun's light grows with strength and flair,
Blinding, warming all in its glare.
Passionate hearts walking on air.
No time to care, no time to care.
Red leaves falling drift, slowing time,
Soft sun is setting, finishing its clime.
Love's heat lingers, withstanding time.
Sweet hearts still chime, sweet hearts still chime.
collab with Mordial33'Pon Love, An Aphrodisaic Obium
How oft dost thou lookest to thine heart?
Thy love beest beauty, 'tis beauteous art,
A beacon of light in lovers' dark,
Her name on thy lips in the silence, stark;
Thy love beest beauty, a beauteous art.
How oft hast thou lookest to thine hand?
'Tis red-tinged in color: a rose-stung hand,
Thy blood on the ground doth stain the sand,
A crimson verge from a rose-stung hand,
Thy love beest beauty, an art unplanned.
The Rub'i of Vows Forlorn
The maiden clad in shrouded shades of sorrow sung
To Fate of her yearning while the chapel bells rung,
I swear by these sweet musings my love, 'pon my word:
A song of sweet serenity, with sorrow strung.
Exile On BricksIf you could only hear
One verse of mine
I would be more
Than a white wall.
Trying to touch
The other side
Where you are
Reaching a star.
This blind land
Can see its light
All your love
In the heights.
One only desire
Write your lips
In the seas.
When my broken soul
Wants to hold you
Forever in my arms
I sadly remind
That I can’t.
I don’t exist
In your world
Never was born
A poet for you.
Through the wall
I see your smile
Your whole life.
My little universe.
You know it as
A beautiful manA sculptured face of ice
lingers in between the locks of gold.
Lids closing over glacier eyes.
His beauty is the oldest story told.
The music box stops playing
as deft long fingers break it.
His breath on me is flaying,
my soul is pained and naked.
Why his skin is cold like marble?
Also pale, and soft, and lifeless?
His cold kisses tend to startle.
Why his heart is broken clueless?
He says he's waiting in the dark,
gathering dust on shelves of love.
But in fact his hollow body's stark,
his feelings stolen by a dove.
midnight balladi leap unto darkness
disappear from the eyes of your heart
lost in trust
i've lost my way
because of the raindrops that rest on your face
lies like the walls restraining me
no longer can i breathe
i swallow my thoughts
and continue on in this sea of memories
scars to the core
do you enjoy the sight of my begging hands?
just like the final act
the clock strikes midnight
why am i still here
Mort D'eteClosed to the lights
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.
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