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part of me
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
is not afraid
It is far less
than girls with
A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.
And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.
Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.
There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.
I shut my eyes...
I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.
I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.
I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.
There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.
you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon
Is her chest.
She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.
World moves around her
In top-speed rate,
While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.
Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;
It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.
But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;
Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....
Is her chest.
She feels no emotion,
Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.
Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.
Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a
Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.
the formula for amazement: a rare pollen from the surplus field
where horses haven’t grazed since April’s warm orgy
left a bindweed pink disease,
unrepenting against chainlink,
nights spent foraging for a spectre to grieve over,
to watch for while it elevates and descends
like a dumb waiter serving sunlight
to jealous little bastards, birthed and trailing in umbilicals,
sleepy, glass-eyed hydras
who never listen to anything,
uninvolved in my tiny drama,
the feeling of losing my treasured afflictions,
the mythos that fastens the concrete to dirt,
the wind to my spirit-skin,
is dulling the edges of the skyhead
On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.
BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)
Evolution of life
child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape
we evolve to finish in the matrix
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a
Second BestI always win silver, never gold;
I'm constantly pushed to the
Back seat of life, envious eyes
Fixed on the powerful driver's seat.
Someone is better than me, not
Once but annoyingly all the time.
I give the essence of passion and
Yet modesty lacks bright success.
Perhaps throwing my hands up
In the air with defeat is the
Only good thing in my miserable life;
I will always be second best.
Cinste tiePetrecere cu felinare.
Mă sucesc în mijlocul căderii şi salvez berea
Covorul persan cu bucăţi mari de noroi cu crustă
Noroi cu chimicale
Te apuc de ceafă şi îţi simt tendoanele
Pe 8 ianuarie, frig, buzele crăpate de vânt
Muzica nu acompaniază nimic din gusturile noastre dirijate
Gustul meu pentru imposibil
Jucând cel mai perfect teatru de pe lume te-aş împleti în noduri
Dar nu vreau să învăţ asta
Nu vreau nimic
Funeralii mai vesele nici că am văzut
Acum beau Martini cu un marinar bătrân şi o copil&
in santierul bulgarîn şantierul bulgar
cad oameni din care de metal
am dinţii mari de domnişoară
muşc din mere
în şantierul bulgar
femeile vin rar, cu genunchere
cu fuste negre cu flori
cu parul scurt la subţiori
în şantierul bulgar
e frig şi noroi, şi noi dinapoi
ne ducem ne ducem să bem
e noapte neoane necoapte lucesc
oraşul român, bulgar, sârbesc
hapsân, vulgar, drăcesc
pretext pentru fum şi ploi
în şantierul bulgar
te pipăiam pe sub masă la-nmormântare
şi babele jeleau şi duceau vin la
rascolind prin gunoaiestrăduieşte-te să recuperezi bucăţi de plastic uzat
hârtie scrisă rescrisă smulsă din culegeri de matematică
publicaţii comuniste cu portretul
viaţa ta din vise amintiri cicatricile pe care le ascunzi pe sub haine
ficatul care nu te mai ascultă
ce pizda mă-sii?
că nu se pune cărămidă pe cărămidă
nopţi dimineţi nesomnul foamea frigul
prieteni care ajung străini şi te vezi cu ei şi ai vrea să-i iei în braţe să-i pupi
da cine naiba sunt ăştia
ce stiu despre viaţa
strange-ti felii de prajitacând jonglez cuţite noaptea
împărat de fier uscat
ruginită şi fierbinte se întinde
pe podele o idee
se desprinde de fantastic
cu un gest lejer, elastic,
braţe lungi vibrând în cercuri
cerul nopţii, negru negru
te scufunzi cu ochii grei
stele preschimbate-n steiuri
chei ce se prefac în cheiuri
mergi uşor cu pas domol
fugi pe coridorul gol
fără frică de ecouri
şi flori în flouri
luminează reflector prin praf şi fum
un decor de plastic glazurat nebun
amvon cu fior de sangeBeizadeaua de mine a stat aşa la feon vreo cinci minute să-şi răscrucească picioarele. Mi-erau ochii împăienjeniţi de dorul zilelor însorite de mai. Merry Poppins get lucky on yo' ass biach.
Cu Cantemirina Bersington la şcoala de piane gonflabile for the rest of the day, nu îmi rămânea decât să îmi fac unghiile, check, şi să scriu texte protestante despre botez şi fructe exotice colorate. Ah.
Să simţi o limbă răscolitoare pe pielea braţelor înfrigurată. Piele de găină.
Mă uit pe geam la maşin
Avion cu dinti de aurSifon stătea pe marginea unei căzi şi îşi plopăia picioarele în apa călduţă. Plop Plop Plop. Jegul de pe margini în dungi ondulate care se ştergeau sau nu. Şiraguri de pământ pe fundul apei.
- Pe un ficus ' trece trenul ' dimineţi Ierusalemul ' rictus.
Faianţa de pe pereţi avea din loc în loc plăci care ieşeau din tipar, nu multe dar deranjante de când le observase. Efectiv nu şi-o putea scoate din cap.
A început să se zgârie pe pulpa dreaptă cu un colţ al unghiei mici.
- Rica-naca, rica-naca.
Hai sa ne mintim mai bineAi o haină ca o spaimă
Ceată lungă și hilară
Mintea mea e bilunară
Mică, cruntă, rară
Când omori ușor omori
Cu cuțitu-n balamale
Cu iubirile frugale
Îți strângi trupul evantai
Adevărul din sămânță
Crește-n trupul putregai
Trupul marmură curgândă
Buzele ce roș rosteau
Să mă coși în răni deschise
Proaspete, cu gust de fier
Să mă coși cu ochi de cer
Gheața malurilor moarte
Vine pruncii să ș
Need A Heart? Take Mine...I was slowly beginning to surface through the heavy clouds of anesthesia when my eyelids were wrenched open and a bright light penetrated through the haze moving rapidly from eye to eye.
"Steven... Steeeeven... Hellloooo... Yoohoo, Steven wake up. Can you hear me Stephen?" The voice couldn't have been anyone besides my cardiologist, an annoying middle aged man that probably still lived with his mother. I found it hard to believe that he passed medical school and it was even harder for me to believe that he was the best in the country.
I attempted blinking and was successful after Dr. Nahill realized I was awake and also perfectly capable
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