Quick is the clench in jaw,
sedated memories come back from the freezer unthawed,
unmarked, naw,
just more violent than they were before the shadows learned their certain way to crawl.
A mall,
the people that I love,
sweet fragrances above,
my head get me clouded then it's all decay,
ruined and focus set astray,
Elegance starts to fray,
tattered landscape in the way.
Where did they all go?
Why can't I see?
Why are all the noises pointing all their poison at me?
I hear you need me in a panting scared gasp of breath and before I can move my head they drag you off to join the death.
Wake up in bed, try to relax to tired eyes,
although your muscles restrict the sleepiness and create a deep feeling of despise.
----
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Fellipscious Delibate
Centerfold blindness your kindness is mindless,
silence.
I'm tired of hearing the jibber jabber,
the chitter chatter,
weak knees on a tall ladder,
making money out of matter.
Pitter patter,
fuck the rain just let it pour,
watched her eyeball me from the corner of that door.
Sore sorry son of a bitch,
switch your ass a little bit and poke out the lips,
wish his bliss was your hips,
cause commotion with these kids.
Never have I ever,
brew streaming down throats to prove their better,
than the rest,
better than the mess,
better than the cess.
Fessed up to complications in the chest,
to be struck down by the forger of the crest.
----
Panic attack.
Panic attack.
That's thinking positively, good fucking job.
Thanks for being the leader of my flash mob,
feel sorry for me only when you have to see me sob,
breakdown and act uncalled-
for you were the one who made the heart spun,
working too hard to keep the glow of the rising sun,
forever making magic to impress the only son.
----
silence.
I'm tired of hearing the jibber jabber,
the chitter chatter,
weak knees on a tall ladder,
making money out of matter.
Pitter patter,
fuck the rain just let it pour,
watched her eyeball me from the corner of that door.
Sore sorry son of a bitch,
switch your ass a little bit and poke out the lips,
wish his bliss was your hips,
cause commotion with these kids.
Never have I ever,
brew streaming down throats to prove their better,
than the rest,
better than the mess,
better than the cess.
Fessed up to complications in the chest,
to be struck down by the forger of the crest.
----
Panic attack.
Panic attack.
That's thinking positively, good fucking job.
Thanks for being the leader of my flash mob,
feel sorry for me only when you have to see me sob,
breakdown and act uncalled-
for you were the one who made the heart spun,
working too hard to keep the glow of the rising sun,
forever making magic to impress the only son.
----
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Broccoli
Where to and how far?
In the alley behind the bar,
bright eyes shine like I'm some movie star.
Small talk small city,
if you knew my name you'd fuck with me.
History don't repeat itself,
it sticks.
Tall house,
yellow bricks,
lost mouse snacking on tricks.
Flicker the visual remedy,
fix the cerebral chemistry,
master the mind craft then come and set sail with me.
---
In the alley behind the bar,
bright eyes shine like I'm some movie star.
Small talk small city,
if you knew my name you'd fuck with me.
History don't repeat itself,
it sticks.
Tall house,
yellow bricks,
lost mouse snacking on tricks.
Flicker the visual remedy,
fix the cerebral chemistry,
master the mind craft then come and set sail with me.
---
Friday, July 5, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Some Shit Just Happens.
Get the dew drops on old mops pouring out the shoe box,
mood rocks to cure the talk of losing what you thought could walk,
and launch the magic music mock-ery.
de-bauchery, how'd you fucking construe the lame attributes to the-"SOMEONE STOP HER, PLEASE!"
Running down empty stairwells,
dim light emotions got me spitting out farewells.
Perhaps it's not the time for me,
but I've got time for you,
so hand me the mood and get misconstrued till we rename the rule.
Cruel deconstruction after combustion,
a lone-ly waiting for some suction.
Lustin' for the movie dwellers, making porno party cellars some gold off of faux feathers,
forever.
Locked inside the realm of what you are, not what you want,
now the laser beam is aiming, gleaming, pointing at your spot.
Whatcha gonna do now, run away like every knows?
Or take a chance, turn around and start the fucking show?
mood rocks to cure the talk of losing what you thought could walk,
and launch the magic music mock-ery.
de-bauchery, how'd you fucking construe the lame attributes to the-"SOMEONE STOP HER, PLEASE!"
Running down empty stairwells,
dim light emotions got me spitting out farewells.
Perhaps it's not the time for me,
but I've got time for you,
so hand me the mood and get misconstrued till we rename the rule.
Cruel deconstruction after combustion,
a lone-ly waiting for some suction.
Lustin' for the movie dwellers, making porno party cellars some gold off of faux feathers,
forever.
Locked inside the realm of what you are, not what you want,
now the laser beam is aiming, gleaming, pointing at your spot.
Whatcha gonna do now, run away like every knows?
Or take a chance, turn around and start the fucking show?
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