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My world began to collapse when I waved a stranger by chance he kept following me until I vomit my unease. thrashing with his single stare beating, punishing, brutally because I am static, I am static and cold. Gnashing my teeth in every step he advance, when he is unknown and vain and I am sorry of my claim when he frowns of curiosity and I sweat of depravity. a greet of accidental obscurity engender a dire between the aliens serendipity in the stranger's eye yet populate me a vortex mind a year later, a bird crash to a mirror its eyes burst in the smash but alive with a mind of very immature remorse.

It will improve all the happenings and exclamations will be improved. You ask me, and you shall answer me. Do you want to explode or live life as of an actor's sight. Bloom, Bloom, rosemary bloom the four sides of a significant bloom Speed, Speed, victim's speed runner's breathe, broader speed Stretch, stretch, stretching lurk, lurk, lurking I can't stop, Oh! I can't wait. Unknowingly you are drawn to the despise of life Unnecessarily you despise the life of an omnivorous. Will you stay with me until our conscience goes until our curse to live flees on it's own We are chained Oh! living being We are a menace to ourselves. We shall take away the life of sanity, and the insane will be master of all. The master of every machine master among every being As I focus to my joy it paralyze my movement when quietness regains its power the loudness raises its peak. -------------------- You will seldom know the key to secrecy, your shirt, your t-shirt, your pairs of jeans on it. There is one key a key to supremacy for the supreme will retain it's earthliness which is unbearably heavy weighed by a pack of conspiracy. Slow down your arms and toes and you will never move it again Now fasten up the restlessness of the exuberancy Both is a jump, to a place very far away. somebody will reach, somebody will return with a sigh And the joy will come again with a war of samurais.

I despise authority or I do fear it the opression dictate my laugh the regression deplete my heal The merchant loads a shotgun when I dine beside him The guard sparks his dagger when I move aside him Every step of my mother is a thud of desperation Every word of my father's tongue is a flaunty gestures of brood Every wall grinning on my goosebumps is raking my will to be numb Every thing, but me and my gaze is a culprit of an unknown immorality. I despise authority or I can't rebel it. I despise authority And I crave to dictate it.

There is a question mark everywhere. a crooked critique of indecency accompanied with a drop of ugly forecast There is a question mark teasing me from a hole smirking to my curiosity arousing my rage of ultimate supremacy There is a question mark filtering through every circumstance. a trigger of pistol on the verge of emancipation. There is a question mark in everything around me Questions of degeneracy, Question of the authority, pale height before a midget's eyes Jump, Jump; Where am I? There's a shawl of a murderer aiming to my neck. a shallow swallow of sun collision erupting through, questioning the sleep, the sleep of wrestled limb. Chirp! Chirp! Cascading questions chirping the burst lust in my daze, read the subtext forcing me to decease Jump, Jump; You are released? There is a mark in every statement questioning it's liveliness. What am I doing? Who am i encountering? to swore a lie to, lie with pride, answers poking as tentacles paralyzing my whole side There's a question mark everywhere a mark for an answer of a dice.

Look anywhere, anything is nervous the summer is nervous of overflowing the winter is nervous of freezing the autumn is nervous of it's beauty the spring is nervous of rejuvenation Everybody is scared, of an unnamed being Everybody is aware of this fiend But nobody ever see. When the search becomes over, a dreadful pause come the pause would haunt us until we smile, until we surrender, the pause poke us with an unbearable thrust of a blue whale Together, together, we won't be together ever, never; we won't be together -------------------- Rush of my head to the unrecognised entity flying, dashing, scattering the mud out to see Just to see, the white, Just to see, the bright Realization of bleakness, emerald night Burn the logic, puncture the brain streams of filthy monologue overflows rest is the hole, a hollow soul the germs are starving of rusty roads estranged ennui will cure the mischievous moan bawdiness arose with a faithless roam Caress your boot, worn torn boot dishevelled hair will assume a savage hunt dripping sweat of obscenity and true delights Madness cure the sadness? -------------------- the dog won't cease his erecting penis the dog will bark, so the goddess will fall from the sky with a luscious breasts and surrender herself to the dog the dog will smile, sniff tight her vile flog, hurt, penalty, argh! the dog is deaf, high, and delight he will wallop the world's eye wagging a straight tail drooling snakes of ecstasized spasms and vaporise in the air. -------------------- Beckon me with a crooked finger venus of a restless night 'child child where's your light come here, may drink my delight' Her eyeball sits with harrowing gaze angel of dishevel, seducing beside graceful curves bleed, revealing her thigh rattling anklets spelled my name, 'I am to love, I am your bride' Alluring waist her east to west venus of a restless night 'child child where's your light come here, may drink my delight' Igniting blaze she burned my curb blind eye discerned, and I awaited for her whetted smile cut a piece of my heart she touched my lips and I sighed, beguiled core of butterflies

I stumble across a pool a pack of lesbians were swimming I lit a cigarette, they dive in a series One was petite with a pale face the other with a chubby waist dancing to the upbeat. they were not aroused so was I the titillating breasts was for whom? the guard whistled a tyranny for one was drunk to dead she may die drowning in blue watch her smiling with no clue the water was lazy, barely waving to me however, blue blue blue, me, them, sky everywhere was blue.

And when the hero dies the whole crowd stand clapping about the bravery of him, but the mices beneath the floor run incessantly through the drainage. Nobody of them thought the light will be gone in a fraction of minute, but they keep on clapping until the luminousness of the bulb drains and until the argon inside it flies. Those unscrupulous heads are unaware of their own head: when the head begins nauseating of hunger, or when the body shivers to warn them. They are continuously clapping as in a hypnotic state of trance. The rhythm is constant, the musical wave is pervading the air, but they are blind. Oh god! how are they blind? Someone told me, we must die but I refuse, we never die, revive, ha-ha. -------------------- Who am i proving? Myself. Oh me! the watch you wear shows correct time, but why are you arching on mine? can't get of the inadequacy what you sought for, what you urge for, think of my soul an unidentified lingering object look at your soul proven sum of two twos as four What are you trying to look at What knowledge do I have? I am an uneducated moron the sea has still less salt for me but strangely, the fishes dies I am alone, lonely as a dying whale When nobody is around, the two soul wake while your stabilize, mine scream out eyes. -------------------- Well I underscored my ugliness and it shined out of the page Well I bold my isolation and people started believing me Well I italic my strange days and people began following me I have skirt wear on and all the blood-thirst fiends preparing to leapt over me I have shirt wear on and all the goblins-on-tie condescending to liquify me Somebody must be watching me I am the daughter of a whore I have no friends and life I am the pleasure of the whole.

someone's there roaming to and from my door 'Hello! who are you?' someone's there who stares me with swelled eyes who disappears when I turn who trace my motility nobody's there. is someone there? no ghost, no thief a tortured shadow of relief four fingers bracing in the wall sneaking a head with a smug of squall when the bulb flickers in the corridor a massacre takes place blood spattering of amputed organs and my body soak the dead souls out of obstinate compassion how the dark prolong around me, when the somebody sneer in sly that was me sometimes ago dancing in the chairs arm now on I rely unborn foetus imploring with tender hands from the blood pool beneath to breathe my bloodshot eyes watching them fight fight relentlessly, fight. ha-ha! lord knows what I'm afraid of lord knows where the blood-inked quill repose.

consent for an unsolicited coitus to an alien burglary of a blooming treasure to an insecure formality for a slick proximity to the relatives the ceremony begins, the feast smiles the ceremony ends, the feast still smiles the unseasoned king stares, his eyes smiles the transient queen stares, her eyes cries where will she be, of whose arms for how much these austere verdicts stays a prison for a newborn, what is behind the bars could she continue, would she had her own life don't cry, my mother is watching me 'Mother did you suffer?' don't cry, my father is watching me 'Father was I a surplus?' don't cry, my affixed is watching me 'Who are you, are you mine?' she desperately wants her doll beside for her dieing heart to calm is this love, is this life dubious to love, being loved, stifling strife she smiles in the pavillion, worship the god Argh! Again God. The omnipotent one. Will he testify?

sin and utter god to launder question and utter god to invalidate murder and utter god to rationalize a pallid dancer dances of apathy with a perpetual blush in his cheeks how are you standing alone when all your peers has become ghost uttered god is listening no more your throat is getting sore. son, offer this maize to the ape the ape is an almighty he will cure our famine son, thrash this stone to the ape the ape is an ogre he will disease our farm bewildered son, unreal dancer beguiled of the ape's existence churning torso in the rhetoric's presence vertigo quiet the punitive ingenuity wake up son, forsake the real reality sin launder his sensibility to live question invalidate his reasons to believe murder rationalize his role in the clan lobotomy stabilize his chaotic plan

It is coming back with all that scars and pain you forgot and with all that thoughts and chains you break It is coming back as the shadow of the devil itself came 5 inches by your side as the curse of the hell itself The suffocation begins to rise the mind blank and the body stressed out Encouragement deletes with no undo Excitement erase, happiness behaves like it was never not sad like it was a goldmine covered by a blurry haze and the haze goes dense and dense that the gold begins to cry cause no one there to get her out cause no one there to save It is coming back un-digging the grave it was buried in It is coming back lighting up the flames thought to have dimmed within.

doodling around with an unerupted volcano in my chest shedding glittering lavas forcibly surrendering to the prisoner mind said you something unasked for and I panicked to get over of rest in peace my chaos the mirror may not reflect you again rest for eternity I say and never struck consciously again shattered pieces of icicles after a tall fall for i will watch them melt and merging to the big sea. inflicted poems, self-abasing poetry disgorge the false spirits out your pride I will watch you fly, to the endless flight look into my eyes, and sob for the last time. will I smile? will i externalize? will my neat clean hands accept this puke stained pants? i will forget how i animate you i will forget how i waltzed with you you shall forget how my tears dried you shall not remember how i needed you don't remember me, nor will I let the savage mars musings get fossilized. do remember the minute the baby wailed for a lap for I will remember your lulls and never the lines you recite.

hands are tied up not to touch the distant love not so much powerful to die but to linger with an intimate sob the proximity craves distance and the distance craves being close the dispute needs a harmony and the harmony is forced run with me my love, to a faraway world narrow streets and misty rays faraway baby; brand new, may be too old soulful surrender to an obtuse life no wonder no wander no terror of any sundering knife an oblivious sadness is crawling to my charm the sun will collapse soon baby come back to my arm come back to where you and I are safe come back to my arm awaiting for you with a fragile heart am shivering love, do no harm

Get off my trip demons before my shadow becomes real I am staring on the waterfall questioning the indecent crystalline nothing is real, nothing is fake the thirsty sparrow with an empty gut is flying for my sake. Everything is beautiful, dark blues and reds get off till my eyes are opened the latter is a cage. get off, get off, get off my brain let me think clean, let me think straight make the spiral go away, let me sink late crumbling piece of hill will wait take this haste away. light bleak susurrus the flowing water echoed I can hear you all in the periphery my ear shall record. record all the emptiness, record all the chaos, my ear shall record the guns and bombs never the war left me alone. adept ears of tinnitus is bulging when i shush an unfriendly being is brushing ferns hatching from the bush. my hands shivered, chin quivered senses are diverging hate the late I make my lashes blink quick the mammal raced. Whining swine full of shine started running through the moor I was hanging by a tree obscure I couldn't halt the lure the terror of the wild boar throbbed when I start to bleed flashes of the cuts and gore paralysed my need, my need to break the clutching chain my need to be free. sunny rays chilly days scary phantom raise my eyes was struggling to wander from now staring the ugly chase. I thought, I ran, I thought, I pushed I thought, I flamed the route the hog was still running through with nothing of my cue. the swine was real, the swine was fake, the reality misrepresent, my temptation of the reverie, arrested the existent.

the bestial kettle of vultures encircling over my head round and round and round eyeing my subtle joy to scavenge a chaste prey they are far, the fear near. the opportunistic voyeurs of a moribund carcass their ravenous eyes of deranged hunger their beastly peckers to spear my smiles their abysm pharynges to swallow my illusions their serrating claws to flay my disguise the gloom began to shimmer when the winged shadows cast upon me a dark light turn by turn by turn time began to dilate when the perpetual orbit stroked a motorik percussion to hypnotize my sight: the relentless march of time, the rhythmic call of death the frightful call of a cul-de-sac the heightend soul of wreck. hope of resurrection is ramified into endless streams of blood clotting from the toe and thumb rising to my tongue. mute flute of guttural wheeze forgot the way to whistle hind limb spine rib rotting like a leaked gut of a poisoned pig. leer sneer abusive dear to being worn out, move near here here tear this ear rupture my heart, free me dear.

mimesis scraping its nemesis beneath the mayhem of forgery liars lying lies of listless lease leases of laugh, light, bliss blasphemous reverence of prophecy startled herald, uni-pedal release remembrance lays cheers days hideous stray waylay survey with molten eyeball, surround my gay with carnassial incisors, rebound my sway brawls of cerebration un-exclaimed beware leapt all over me, demented hound terror of inhume inhumanely scared a hindsight coherence of dismal glare slaughtered neat the scapegoat hare short a-lived vehement rage stealth of squirrel surpassing the death unhinged shaman's salutations began inflaming seance brighten the air demoniacal atmosphere, possessed volatile laden with phantoms, impregnated sterile arose hands spelled incantatory vice mellow smile drank the whole ectoplasmic rise

No, I cannot blame I cannot blame the liar Lying for the theft of chain I'd rather blame the chain for misplacing from my hand. Remembering the uncertainty the certain lost my sight I hold the tail with a tremble eye I wail, I cry, I cry. Obscene desire set it's root in my brain I lie against the shaking palisade with one hand on my knee, the other on my forehead. I am shaking too with a delicate smile undefiable questionings, a lucrative vile Mama Papa reviving inside diurnal grievance, diurnal rites Rites for a new peace, endless rites sexton of the self-less corpse digging a hole incessantly a tiny part for the body of lice innumerous depth for throwing the dice unpredictable consequence, restless dice.

A desire to make move with the different colours of rainbow memories of clashes and tangles lay there as an archer bow. Sleep beside me a heaven lustful eyes beholding mine lingering her finger over barren lips of a rusty chime Landscape acquired a radiance of ebb and flow hills Blooming shoots of rues and roses disarmed by my nostrils to smell the smell of the elegant thrills. A lacerated hunger to devour my life to let you hunt the prey to let you sigh to let the miser carve the gold for greed and lust to die. Just to die for the sake of you, venus for the sake of you to die Enclose me my teddy girl make the present alive finger for a finger return let's take our love aside, the devil is screaming in my head a heart so hard you understand roaming sobbing tender tears for you shall only take a stand.

give me a hold of this hoping frog's mind; a tiny mind of a universe soliloquised for an absence of a patting droplet, a lusty prey to be tongued beside. hymns of liberation dissolves with a convulsive dissolution of chants. share me a leap yonder up to the northern sky nights slept in the void of life perils of secret convalescent might. Height of despair, Height of light slippery feet reckless frog, stand a bow, eagle sight shameful deceit shameless fight.

When I search for gold, I found Nothing When I search for Nothing, I found Nothing And when I search for everything, I found Nothing I am being haunted Nothing is haunting me The wailing infant before me has found his mother Now, he is teasing me. I am staring, looking for Nothing from the bridge while the feral tide is beckoning me promising Nothing to be found fragile snail gave her hand Nothing washed her pain, and now she is everything I am Nothing Nothing.

Today I slept with a rock in my chest a rock of tons of weight Very calm my demeanour was possessed by the time the demons plant a schedule for a terrorised mare-less night A subtle change in leg, empty made Hands up and stand, empty shade Black gloom doom ruled the sight They hold me tight, bright midnight. 'Mother! Father! The body is stitched My body is still, but my head is sick I am awake mom, I cannot stand I cannot speak, I cannot move Listen to me, are you listening? Release this surmounted body of ice Get a whip, get a light, whatever it might Abandon this theatre of awry sight Help me, release me from this demonic rite.' My heart was pleading for a life, halt of the zealous tide Desperate eyes wanted to get moisturized Just the one, an only deity the sleep for me now an anxiety.

There's a robber in my head with a banal spade worms liven up the brain some maggots dance. waggy shaggy tails burn fiery lull What? Love? Hate? Death? Rob my empty skull. I have ribs in my eyes Nose tower of lies How to catch him? Eh! Floor of naughty haughty mice. Cry! Cry!! Oh Cry! Until the dry eyes smile thief of barren shed, Please! Free those cattle to the isle. I can understand, how your throat clogged just let the shiver quiver hands break it and rob and rob and rob. I won't care, what the infant ask Put a lily in your ear got a lot of task Rob, rob, rob. There's abundant part craft an ugly brain, robber then assault the heart.

Damn land whipped city with bland hand stand beside marine strand bloody sand, creedless and weary dreary reprimand Real man easy gesture with crazy plan scan base of gloomy tan hairy clan, fleshless an odorous porous veteran Baby sad one to weak with one too mad bad head and phony glad prickly pad, needless had dazy hazy camarade

And I long: for the same flame hug again. my sense, soul, in the pyre of dismay a touch to your hand, head stead a deep rupture to the impaired. resting by the kingdom of tender sacred water splashed to my face I clutched you with a mammoth heart and all my conscience starts shivering again. a whirlwind head in a broken shed I cut you with my shard-full hand the blood you bleed, the blood I beseech covetous reed soliciting, in a dolorous creed. the cadaver was feeling, in an inflaming lap love bred fingers caressing the dead indispensable concoction cherish the life of her, of mine, our devotion made it alive. And I long: for the same flame embosoming again. for I will relish the dismay a love of you will hush the head light the heart and lull the dead. And I long: for the real hug again.

I urge to kill my mother today tearing her ears, snatching her eyes no more lies then she can bear of mine i would sit aside, singing loud, singing high, a skydiving imbecile. Mother! Mother!! I was never yours, and I: was never mine. The hunt for the haunt is over, mother subdued rage of arsenical water in the ramshackled well is vaporised. I would be no longer free, but much more than being alive. She shall look beautiful blue veins mapping her face, big thick swollen hands, shall be calm and a housefly roaming in her palm. I shall stab to my home, womb, today. she would be expression less, but I am smiling by your side, mother Am I the truth? Are you the lie?

Leave it as it is How can I leave my sane? My soul shall be obliterated But how can I live again? Left my hands to the graveyard heaven of the dead and remained devotion of the bleak and tired may he feel again. The spirit clan of junk and drunk is resting by my feet Leapt up I yet missed the life cured the wound but missed the night. A nightmare was standing straight two legs on my shoulder bone Barbed wire stifling my throat bullet mind, turtle words. Buried the bag of sweet delight blind stars wink to the void of mine giggled and stared, never shared witnessed the end, and never cared.

my sun, who wished to be a bursting star, devour himself, and the heavenly dark is luring me— luring us, to him. his son, his daughter, his love, his life— his every drop of blood is smiling for him, against him, with a shaven brow, shaven head. Oh! Oh my celestial begetter! Why are these fireflies flickering away? Why is your face fading away? Where is the cascading flare of yours? Where is your warmth? Where is your smile? stand by us, or let us stand by you all are blind with abundant tries to look. and, sad that the futility is poking me, for your elusive wants became my misery your colds became my rivalry. juvenile light in the senile profile never erupts but implodes; the implosion engulf the fragile home that his moon lived dead and his children wanders squalling alone bleeding tears of stellar scars, just to be consumed by at last.

have a look, my love, to these infiltrated grains parted from my brain to bring back those emancipated drops of sweet summer rain for reinvigorating the mischievous spark of joy, from its proximate eyes. the same blue clue-less sky with some scattered clouds here and there is what they crave for. a swear to god, magics and swords, promises lingering there and there but the nerve get never forsaken of the cold and hard. blemished cheeks had written a story of its own, with mundane thoughts to rest on cloud: cream of cloud. the soreness, my love, has exacerbated screams in my dreams to revoke those seconds from my clock. maybe I could wake alive, from the cemetery, make sure that the dug be locked.

A notorious gloom is crawling over me, my periphery, today. Roads ahead are stifled by porous dews. Some chills is intruding, yet some heat is floating. The sun had born, two hours ago, but the flame is dim. Black clouds are lingering over my head. A new day, a new life, but dullness can be seen in the pedestrians sight. Heads are searching for stones, chest is sunk in-to the hole, legs are hauling a heavy fetter, hands are not swinging anymore. This gloominess is extending, extending to my throat, extending to my nose. I am watching, I am watching, and only is I am watching. Some microscopic rhinos have succeed to corrupt my throat, battering time and again to the entrance of my nasal-way, and a flood of some ugly pus is decaying my nose. When I swallow, the rake is abrading my neck. When I breathe, the dam is closed, and when I don't breathe, it is released. Damn my throat. Damn my nose.

As the lunatic cry of the migrating crows erupts, a net of disparity tangles in the trees. They cry, cry for an eternity, until the tree warps in itself. Some leaves haul but miserably fall, when the blaze of rage, flaming the entire day, fades with a corpse's eyelid. Look. Look at the stars. Look at the shimmering tears of ours: our dad, our mom, our kitty, our tom. Look at the moon. Look at the appalling scream, of love, of dreams. Our past, our future, our present is amusing us, yet we frown and drown beneath the phantom crown. The arms are rigid: rigid as a boulder's soul. The tongue sought it's exile from the abyssal hole. Strolling around the room and room is inducing claustrophobia. Words tastes wicked, wicked tastes sweet. So the tongue will hang again with quiet, a quiet veil. The senses cheats, meaning fleets, scratches screech as a banshee's shrill. Feeling is felt, felt as a ferocious tsunami, drowning the slum. People dying here. People dying there. "I am here! Save me! Here!" "No. I wont. Die. Just Die." Turn on the music, a curb for the self to melt. But why is the guitar distorting, bleeding into the violin's cry? The drums is disturbing, disturbing the cry. Rock masquerades itself in the pause, pause between the bluesy wry. And I felt, I felt again, the wish to weep, the wish to wail, the urge of the slut's lust to squall my self. The cry. Oh! The cry. How can i confess the beauty in the communal cry. The cry of the crickets, the cry of the cats, the cry of the frogs, mice, owls, the cry of the bats. The whole night singing of loss. I am loving the disgust, swimming in the pain, in my chest, in my brain, I'm insane. But i will cease myself again, to break the chain shackled to my leg. The night is here. The night is me. Groom me. Bride me with the melancholy. The lyrical song, recites an elegy for own self. No good is said. No good is made. Only the remnants, fleshes and bones of the deads, beneath the graves. Life deludes, death deludes, animal spirit preludes; I am confronting the whole world, yet the prey is the self. Self, self, self. All becomes self. Sorrow becomes self. Grief becomes self. Repentance dances in self. Vanity boils in self. The cliff beckons the self. The throttle in the neck reckons the self. These teeth are falling, I'll catch each again. This chest is pulsating, I'll squeeze it again. I'm praying to the god, with a mourning ode: Are you watching, God? Are you watching to the sobbing crumbs of my secluded existence? I do wish, the hearth do collapse, I do sleep, and the pain don't relapse. I will cling to the oblivion. All will be vague. I will soak in bleak tranquility, and the red head cock will never crow again.

how would a cat reminiscing at the rooftop be stuttering when the pea-head merely made it out alive traversing the dead pool of images as winter leaves teasing his eyes? how would he disguise, begging for his life to live one more time when the bulged out eyes yearn to hear from the buzzing bees about the black, brown, red, but yellow flowers? how would he get rid of the bleak night sleeping as a stray kitten on his lap without sympathizing his empathy for his mankind waiting a long to listen a summer song which had not yet been felt of, or slipped from, since long and long? how, my sweet drowning friend, would the woeful cat cross the road with those petty steps after envisioning a titan head two mile ahead and would burrow a star to fuel his soul one more time? just one more time, my friend just one more time.

Pristine glass shattered into myriad pieces and the pieces will be lost soon. sat on I will, try to hang on over the boulder dissecting my eyes with the rampaged reflections mirrored by the shards. Hold. Hold on you lousy child the bed is a hellfire, thrusting you to glide, Get up. Get up on your hands to the floor, leg to the sky, inverted world will never impose a sanction to your eye. What have the satyr's descendent become? he is afraid of the shedding horn; Come on, he just born! a toy in the satyr's hand, a dagger in the satyr's brain, wilderness caught the drunken child, chaotic butterfly brewing ecstasy in the naked dusk, expressing revelry in the yellow dawn. Lousy child, Lusty child, the branches are free, the root is mild. If sweet pandora is luring you to open her jar, absorb all the unholy, neutralize the evil scar. Depraved child, Vicious child, don't hide, dance alive.

the feel of gap between the nurture and trap is beginning to be obsolete. natural is synthesized to artificial, original is superficial, authenticity ceased to decay, yet I obeyed, you obeyed, we obeyed. expectation persists, negation resists. the world is the same world, warm, cold, but the acceptance is sold to the other world. the stone will roll and roll never linear, passionate yet bold.

Unholy snake I will seal you, control the swirl or I will kill you. return me the immaculate, I had cleaned of the terrific nightmare. Don't hide within the stampede the floor is mine, the feet are sold, get back to your skin, get back to your soul return me the commiseration and get back to your hole.

the slender spectre with it's spectral eyes roams around the door. presence swift, drifting across my skin. the dread would rise, the steps would pause a head would peek over me with a ghastly smile.

confined pool of a translucent script is bearing an impulse of it's own, an oldster perching in the window will gulp it just to cheat the world, or shoulder the whole world, alone. shame is a lie now, rope linking the stakes the fence is collapsed, the rope is plagued. a vigilance is intruding the hearth, an opened door, but the stinking culvert is sheltering the whore. swimming the imprudent is delighting the soul: a sad soul, unaware of the foul. fuck the wink, drown and drink murder the eye, the truth will sink. the stabbed gut is leaking slowly of the ruthless script. perversion remain, a demoralizing stain, the dawn will, or will not, again praise the hoodwinked man.

To love, to be loved, is our game to act, to be acted, as a sane, but the whole fraternity we masquerade is a reciprocation, just among the untamed. the bridge has collapsed into the lava and the connection to the devotion is lost. a stubborn kid is hallucinating to catch the world in his grip. lost are free to search the new few hew droplets are shielding the clue, there is no chance to turn over the screw To share, to be shared, is just a convicted view.

a murder took place; I am the dead. a crowd beheld; I am the jest. the horse is whipped in cold blood for a mounted dash. water, sun, hunger are pulsating the abrasion. he sniff the corpse with a pierced nose a trance dance, a chaotic glance temple of the front, wide and tall bloated petitions, absent god. a priest blew a sankha; constant pitch: the eternity gripped the echo. the horse's tears filled, for the cured bruise and bid the burning corpse a silent adieu.

blissful night, mourning lakeside waves are still, reverberating inside a pang of thunderbolt is lingering over but still is the lake, pulsating inside. wishes are dead, fishes in agony the moon on the bed is ephemeral refugee, rocks are piled, yet the depth is obese a quest for the dead begins; the shore recedes. an epoch of juvenile illusions can be seen in the breeze: it is cold, but an anchor the fishes see they race towards the lethal lure betrayal of morbid hook, wishes reborn, but the head never shook. dead shore, dead lake dead lives, dead shake

Father, Father, the broken branch hanging in a living tree. Gather, Together, all the aliment needed for the stranding leaf, exuding root, dropping berry legacy of the virility became unable to breach the sensitivity. a nightingale came and sing for a plea the branch befall, the chirp leave. Farther, Farther the life remain, but the slippery rain it never regain.

Restless child, marred child pirouetting at the edge of a cliffside cave. The tidal scree is heavy rocky shore, rocky floor. A troglodyte is liberating with a vulture howl. smothering the nocturnal flame withdrew the tiny blaze, predatory zeal arise, a serpent strike the shadow smirk, and the vulture died. An amateur is born from the desperate plea of rosemary delirium, rosemary dream.

Rudimentary wings romanticizing the inability to flutter An invalid fond of flying never took off from the ground. A transonic wave is sedimenting all the grease of the impaired pulley Circadian rhythm hauling the dead ship to the stray harbor merely to sleep. Drifting bone across the horizon cannot startle me to soar May it rise to an esoteric being thrusting the invalid to a lucid sky.

Poped out forth from the rain drop leaping one after another, The pathway of the sun beam becometh an escape from all bother. Enfold me O heaven with thy rain, thy snow, and thy sun, the rivulets coursing through thy lap and the sweet scent on the run.

An unreliable form of meditation Lingering oneself dive in the quagmire Unquenched is the thirst of feet long to swim deep and deep. Sweep the moist, spidery web Lost: and ghost of the boggy mire, Gnawing loom, impending doom. there's a room for me to burn alone Muddy be the tear and Muddy be the fear's belong. like the buttermoon sailing in cold tea filming weary in confined sea a Rush preceding behind me Me, Mire and the Unknown decree.

let your candour heart be my asylum, a cradle, i am a fortnight baby; clinch jeeringly and rupture the vanity roaming in my nerves and bury not, cremate my corpse in your enveloping warmth. a funeral of rage and love, arrest my wretched soul and resurrect me, innate as a roman dove. your eyes don't lie, demonstrate a lily dimension. partake in my lamentations, burst the sphere of stars lost far away is your fugitive, abduct and make me, ours. blind me with your vivid flame, burn with sanguine hope, love me here, love me now beloved mine, an immortal vow

the bloody insemination of the voyeur's piercing gaze, set the zone, set the room a cage, for a hasty sage. blood spilled morbidly from the simple man's face, he blush, but flush himself out of disgrace. a menace is spectating, horrendous view of the simple man's countenance. awful haste in his persona, holding his gory venereal. ill will killed appeal, alive: breached the seal for deal with heal. real; the sage on cage, with the man bedazed, the voyeour's erection set a fire to the edge. voluptuous muse for him, the grinning grim, venomous fang, dreamy dream. peeping still, seeking chill, he will never stop, teasing the ill will.

dream in every hair strand pompous head, unscrupulous mind. the lord is racing: racing to tear me apart, onto the savage. hairy head, shaking bread, Well! Well! parading dread. while the child's obstinacy end, the stalemate begun. the lord found in me a quivering thunder, uttering blunder. this swollen head, throttling air discretion among unbiased sheer. whimsical acts lead me to charm and the reasoning befall harm. my being sense conscientious but the lord relegate me to periphery, unattached me myself from anyone, wailing and yearning but someone.

the god's axe on my knee; chopped limb, now truncated see. mourning dove in solitude, painted lady fluttering on her eye, meandering me on alibi awaiting pill in her claw, each hour, a chainsaw. ready! ready! am i ready? should i steady? swim in eddy? mundane chores, slothful eye the eyelash falls, the sleep won't die. merry him, merry her eerie me, paralyzer. baptize me, scary crow the night is dreary, the sins in row, accord the dove, let her grow merry me, in this blue pale snow.

you stumbled across evil, rosy subjugation, out of liberty mumbling 'me too', sorry rosy you meant to be dead on puberty. the street is on fire everyday for you while lacking water to extinguish, set apart, left the dart unarmed, maybe, unrequited love will relinquish. you are pretty: 'no way' you are ugly: 'certainly' conceal yourself in the homy cage cease conversation, just age. late rosy, your beauty late, 'why? why oh! fate?' why, cause mountain amputate rising sun, riving slate. rosy oh!, draw a blank drown and sank, cease the rank, cruel is MAN, bullshit clank you will choke, they will thank. 'i am bleak, i am dark, i won't lead, i don't spark, ceasing in chain, everything again, i am thick, i can't stand' fancy rosy, a pseudo dive a beaming pond, glittering tide repose against the swarming hive, 'let me die', sorry rosy you will live and you will cry.

she is a hoe; no one is ally of her no one is foe yet, she is a hoe. ruby eyeball, stinky rouge bed head hair, slender gauge sultry walk, filthy talk pouty lips, barren balk rosy gestures, cozy grunt luscious back voluptuous front. concealing: her dialogue, exposing: her dodge anticipating a little more— a little more penny a little more scotch. she is a rose, a withering rose feeble vigor, rigorous dose. sometimes hand, sometimes blow she must endure, she is a hoe. she wears veil, she lives low she must allure, she is a hoe she will curse, she will cure adulate her, she is woman, then a hoe.

'look at the flower', the mind said. he looked, gazed, and stared. the wink cause the petal blush, sepal yawn, rubbing the blear-eye stain the corolla. he stared... and stared it blomming into a gigantic insect. afflicted the boy, but beautify. myriad of color, in spectrum one the insect flicker. eyes are jaded, mind read dull, laugh sinister the insect malevolent his thought. Capitalized the glare, the boy pupil dilate: abyss eye. drowning in the tranquil after murmurs the melancholy, he left his eye gaze upon, and cover his body with a linen shroud.

The big black bull enacted the statute. Objection my lord! Behold pedestrians, the vehicles infidelity indoctrinate us to chase. Behold well-wishers, live, follow, love, greet: rise, revolts, scorn's a daze. levitate the scruple meditate the principle hesitate the sparring vox condemning the null dull skull. Sticky are these buns and breads my lord Diluted is these reeking milk ominous grumble of condescension revoke the voice, the bull slumbered mumble, mutter, whisper, alives the bull will awake, the bull is slept.

i see the god? in the bleak of a night, the blood sprung upward in my vein: swelling decisively. my hand in my bosom. thumping: as slow marching drum; a very loud silence beheld, letting me hear me, see me, so close but within. i open my eyes closed, so the dark summoned the god. i see no light—a standing doom. Oh! i fear the room, no fence: dense; but let the quiver. thought: a smiling giant with halo, but: an imperceptible fright. my heart sank, but the tears refuse to fall. my eyes burned, my scream broke, my time was circling around me, but i failed to catch. ran; oh! and the limbs jumbled. crawl; oh! and the rib cage crumbled. who was i? the brain with two hands on a spine? who was god? the hope to unite the rest back?

the meadow seems small: a long way to go. the grass keeps asking me, 'why wont you just slow?' the leaves falls thoroughly and i saw the resolving notes drop wondering: but would i ever hear the flowering note again or will forever the music stop? 'quick', the grass poke me again; i keep disorienting, rise to fall again. watch the nature, find it better, i am still the same. i pause, staring the starry sky. the goal awaits, a night away; and my role: does it define my way or way decide my role as i sway? roamed i roamed, i carried along, the memory of all the song. my knees got bruised a lot; but my heart keep pushing me more as the song kept carried on. i keep pushing more, the meadow but won't go, the grass teasing me again 'quick, you're running slow'.