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You’re an enemy, a fool, a victim of your own disaster Acting upon people that tell you that “Life is free” Free from what? Free from happiness? Free from laughter? Free from the positive things that keep the world spinning? [...]
I hear you speaking of ambition But I see nothing but DEAD DEAD carcuss… DEAD eyes… DEAD motivations Your fingers snap And you rejoice… A tank of anger… Exploding at the pulse of your so-called lack of opportunities Lack of given direction Lack [...]
You tell tales Like a wrinkled frail old man But one who turned his back on history Muttering, squeezing words into ears Like a vicious viper, injecting venom into one Slithering away…after the deed is done Your tales are like [...]
Havana, Havana, oh hellish Havana. Stale air, dingy lighting. Darkness constricting. Abusive setting. Violent undertones. Blood red – crimson. Calavera scars etch a claret smile. Darkness. Grime. Grit. Crime. Poison flashing glasses smashing. Reggaeton beats, full of heat. Grinding to [...]
Birds nest for hair & manic smile. Cascading thoughts Liquid feelings Melted promises and falling ceilings. Sociopath is so in right now, darling. [...]
Furthermore you will find me, peering through the port hole. The window is no longer a mere window but, a gate way to my hearts desire, an opening into a virtual paradise. The object of my affection slips out of [...]
The lick of the lock Curves of the arch and streaming delights Emptiness floods the simple mind [...]
Magic carpet sculpted by metallic forces. Flowing, floating, drifting, Surfing the waspy winds A Caress on tough armoured shelling. Existing within a mirage of impossibility. Embellished by his trickery of gravity. Newton’s theory mocked by soaring heights and chemical trails. [...]
Tail erect, tail savaged eyes open, one port ravaged feral tongue and whiskers wild. Spectral aura skeletal presence. Snarling gait echoing contempt a hissing vagabond. A feline friend. [...]
Sarcophagi of finery. Navigating the sarcophagi of finery. Rich infestation of sequins, pestal problems, polka dots. Shoes of deceased, hooves of the dead. Antique brooches, rusted hinges. Every piece a meptaphor of rejection, unwant yet it is home, because it’s where you’ve [...]
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