EmergenceThe sight of a person alone within an otherwise crowded cafe might have appeared to some a pitiful concept. Yet, entwined within my solitude, I was privy to something those people could not grasp.Emergence
They sat there with their placating
beverages under the voluntary
imprisonment of the very conversations
they mistakenly believe to be liberating.
I, on the other hand, was blessed by the
latent grace of my own internal dialogue,
and thus bestowed a far superior form
of liberation. This was true freedom:
detachment from the chaotic cosmos
whose
FrozenUpon the deserted country moor,Frozen
sunlight clothes the snow which fell on timid grass the night before. Piercing whiteness scolds my eyes, as flakes accost those barren twigs.
The field is silent, my smile is faint,
and so I stand ahead and wait.
I look, in wonder, o'er the spread,
expectancy resigned; to see a set
of nameless footprints fading in
the fringe ahead.
The Lament ProjectThese corrosive illusions can only serve as fuel for so long, before salient shadows arise to suffocate my facile visions whole.The Lament Project
I'm so sick. Sick of
loneliness, ugliness, failure, life.
Yet I gather these up, painted red and black to entertain my imbecilic notions as a chasing after wind. Let sentience wane, all works are pained, to let the
dying see their day.
The AnthropophagistAnd carved in the smoothest fragrant stone,The Anthropophagist
through carnal glory heirs the throne. Hypocricy and angels died, butchered, mangled for their hides.
Attera, attera, and white light shone
Clear, staring, unyielding sorrow. Cry and bear it, hard to swallow. Happiness never flew higher, as the flame upon this pyre.
Yellow orange, green in eyes
flecked with sadness will not hide. The smell, so sweet; ash on my tongue with wiry strength thy will be done
Stuggling, don't become the one, like all the others, feathers strung
What morality, my dear
Underneath ThisRotting princess, what world have you made up now?Underneath This
Where do you go to at night, wandering with nets to catch your stray thoughts?
Don't be so surprised to wake up to this, apocalypse
If this was the day tomorrow swallowed itself, what have you to fear?
Decrepit beautiful little angel, sing sailors to death
Spectral rocks submerged in the chorus
What world is this, what world, what world?
You live in a dead society, puppets hold more health than this
Lock yourself up now, my darling, shut out daylight while it's still dark
Board up these vast windows, burn up with it all
Does it mortify you to know this place is yours?
And you can watch, prete
fibers of my worldfibers of my worldfibers of my world
snowy self-assurance cracks like eggs in fingers young, too young, to know the delicate in life.
lava, cinder plumage, swell and steam impassioned mem'ries rising slow to broach the forest of your mind.
revelation wanes in pow'r, all cognitive antag- onizers feeding like an acid eats away at gleaming flesh.
still, though, swaying, squinted eyes, and sigh -ing supple words to build the fibers of my
world:
"i love you."
Welcome To Freedom BayI'm pushing against the barriers of liberation that confine me, everyday, I force the line, bursting through troubled thoughts until I reach open skies.Welcome To Freedom Bay
I see blue lights
like underwater reflections
in a towering clarity over this amazing city,
and I feel at home.
so salute the gentleman, swoon the ladies,
it's my time to sip soft drinks
and consume joy
with respiratory freedom in the air of these east bay mountains until my dreams are the silk I lay in and at my side
an angel sleeps.
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The smell of slaughter makes my mouth water~
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“The darkness is gathered ‘round this night.
And the stars are dim in the city.”
=PoetryPlease ~PoeticPath
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"They say that at poetry slams and protests we are preaching to the choir, and that our real goal should be to reach the people outside this forum, but we are not the choir. WE ARE NOT THE FUCKING CHOIR." - jared paul
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i lick, i pant, i love. i am a wallaby.
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