Three word inspiration.
Anonymous
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their story was all cloak and dagger
going out in the night and meeting
knowing there was always danger
of being found out
all the tension was not good
for their love and togetherness
it seemed that rust settled in
their iron will
soon all promises to be true
was like water under the bridge
and they parted ways
heart broken at the crossroads
of their life
amicable, ghosts, ghouls
going out in the night and meeting
knowing there was always danger
of being found out
all the tension was not good
for their love and togetherness
it seemed that rust settled in
their iron will
soon all promises to be true
was like water under the bridge
and they parted ways
heart broken at the crossroads
of their life
amicable, ghosts, ghouls
his divorce from her was amicable
they still met each other for drinks
then she died and he was lost
he was merely existing without her
he listened to ghosts gibbering
and laughjng at his sorrow
there were like ghouls
eating up his feelings
until he couldn't help
but thought of death.
Lingering, languishing, depression
they still met each other for drinks
then she died and he was lost
he was merely existing without her
he listened to ghosts gibbering
and laughjng at his sorrow
there were like ghouls
eating up his feelings
until he couldn't help
but thought of death.
Lingering, languishing, depression
Christy said
he'd felt like an old ballon
with mild depression
you know
the progression of such things
will have it
a limp spent spectical
til a pair of lips
blows some air back into it
I told him he was lucky
to have a pair of lips handy
and his smile stayed lingering
because he knew it was true
I went home
and watered the cactus
just in case it was languishing
for the want of water
and I hadn't noticed
personable, society, blood
he'd felt like an old ballon
with mild depression
you know
the progression of such things
will have it
a limp spent spectical
til a pair of lips
blows some air back into it
I told him he was lucky
to have a pair of lips handy
and his smile stayed lingering
because he knew it was true
I went home
and watered the cactus
just in case it was languishing
for the want of water
and I hadn't noticed
personable, society, blood
let's dance, he said
so I obliged
and went rubber
with the rest of the people
let my limbs
do quare things
..no shame in it
no shame
to let go
lock it out
or cast it
through fingertips
to the beat of it
( I could go on
but I feel
I'd milk it )
[ milk what
I may hear you say
and it might be
a very good question]
bolt, contraband, city
so I obliged
and went rubber
with the rest of the people
let my limbs
do quare things
..no shame in it
no shame
to let go
lock it out
or cast it
through fingertips
to the beat of it
( I could go on
but I feel
I'd milk it )
[ milk what
I may hear you say
and it might be
a very good question]
bolt, contraband, city
She didn't understand a word
he said
all she heard was the word 'bolt'
what did he mean
Usain bolt
bolt the door
bolt of cloth...?
she shrugged
she was not interested in his shout
or his extreme hurry to leave
she knew he had contraband goods
with him...but what...diamonds?
she was new in the city
it looked like the movie version
of Gotham
if Penguin walked out of the gloom
she wouldn't be surprise at all.
navigator, instigate, revolution
he said
all she heard was the word 'bolt'
what did he mean
Usain bolt
bolt the door
bolt of cloth...?
she shrugged
she was not interested in his shout
or his extreme hurry to leave
she knew he had contraband goods
with him...but what...diamonds?
she was new in the city
it looked like the movie version
of Gotham
if Penguin walked out of the gloom
she wouldn't be surprise at all.
navigator, instigate, revolution
"don't do it, boy"
think you've always been above
that ring you put on her finger
and i never understood why she trusted you again
enough to let you strap her with a second one
while you hide yours under the bar
you're not subtle, navigator
spilling intentions to your friends
messages in the dark
kiss kiss, extra for a
"my bad"
-no thanks
don't need a lift home tonight
i try to brush it off like
you're not an instigator
benefits only of the doubts
but you know better
than to let her go home alone, after
her taking in your revolution
on her OJs 'n' lemonade
to let the dogs out, read the farmer's news
and grow your child as she sleeps
while you stay on
drinking yourself to enough confidence
to search out a little more
in someone else's bed
she loves those rings
you gave her for her heart
doesn't see them tight yet
around her ankles
or her wrists
the ones darkened 'round her eyes
she's a good girl
a gentle one
don't do it, boy
don't break her
riot, belligerent, exhausted
think you've always been above
that ring you put on her finger
and i never understood why she trusted you again
enough to let you strap her with a second one
while you hide yours under the bar
you're not subtle, navigator
spilling intentions to your friends
messages in the dark
kiss kiss, extra for a
"my bad"
-no thanks
don't need a lift home tonight
i try to brush it off like
you're not an instigator
benefits only of the doubts
but you know better
than to let her go home alone, after
her taking in your revolution
on her OJs 'n' lemonade
to let the dogs out, read the farmer's news
and grow your child as she sleeps
while you stay on
drinking yourself to enough confidence
to search out a little more
in someone else's bed
she loves those rings
you gave her for her heart
doesn't see them tight yet
around her ankles
or her wrists
the ones darkened 'round her eyes
she's a good girl
a gentle one
don't do it, boy
don't break her
riot, belligerent, exhausted
lepperochan said:let's dance, he said
so I obliged
and went rubber
with the rest of the people
let my limbs
do quare things
..no shame in it
no shame
to let go
lock it out
or cast it
through fingertips
to the beat of it
( I could go on
but I feel
I'd milk it )
[ milk what
I may hear you say
and it might be
a very good question]
oh, the laughs i laughed......i must not be able to face reality...
so I obliged
and went rubber
with the rest of the people
let my limbs
do quare things
..no shame in it
no shame
to let go
lock it out
or cast it
through fingertips
to the beat of it
( I could go on
but I feel
I'd milk it )
[ milk what
I may hear you say
and it might be
a very good question]
oh, the laughs i laughed......i must not be able to face reality...
Anonymous
riot, belligerent, exhausted
Jacob's Ladder
He smoked belligerent cigarettes,
burned his bridges as a mantra
to not let the sun crawl too close
to his smouldering blood
sometimes, I believed
he was born by the river
screaming exhausted ash
into water, weathered
by it's destruction
maybe he'd never truly learned
to be alone; maybe the riots
he invoked where a blanket
to hide the echo of emptiness
that climbed out of him:
clouds rising from lungs,
perfectly cut parallels of pain,
the death of Sunday morning's
true ascension
Factual, museum, triangle
Jacob's Ladder
He smoked belligerent cigarettes,
burned his bridges as a mantra
to not let the sun crawl too close
to his smouldering blood
sometimes, I believed
he was born by the river
screaming exhausted ash
into water, weathered
by it's destruction
maybe he'd never truly learned
to be alone; maybe the riots
he invoked where a blanket
to hide the echo of emptiness
that climbed out of him:
clouds rising from lungs,
perfectly cut parallels of pain,
the death of Sunday morning's
true ascension
Factual, museum, triangle
Museum, Triangle, Factual
<worlds longest tit-le>
apple a day keeps doctor away, but it also is the wrath of hell if you bite into it, in a garden.
<end worlds longest tit-le>
jesus, according to legends
in museum books
born under the brightest of beautiful stars
lit Jerusalem
made her a breathless-moment
of bright-light
surrounded in rich technicolor rainbows
that angel, that spoke to wise men
must have been a pretty-wise
angel
he was half in heaven, half in hell
when he appeared
he must have wanted to burn those wise men, that gifted up the silent night
he must have been wanting a crown
while announcing; the next crown
he must have thought he deserved the black wings
(face it, the previous caretaker of fire and lust couldn't have done such a good job,
if this child was born)
new world order's very first love triangle
jesus according to legend lived a full life
without
banishing that angel who sat in that star that night.
i ask you
i ask you angel
i ask you angel, in high heels, suspenders and soft velvet panties
i ask you angel, with tears in my eyes
"where were you, on the day of crucifixion,
where was that bright shiny star?
where were you when
blood spilled
over steel nails and wood?"
had he come to remove you
banish your kind from his temple?
was that
the real purpose of the birth
that first christmas day?
had you become santa clause
bearing gifts for only one day
going home to the ice
everytime you
hear
factual, aint satisfactual?
or was it time?
time for an angel
to pack up his wings and quietly walk away?
-x-
Mutch like an orgasm once I got started, I just went on & on & on
Examination, Wings, Flawsome
Anonymous
Examination, wings, flawsome
Openings
When you tear off the band-aid,
you do it quickly, swiftly ripping
the attachment of body
from it's second skin
because you're afraid of pain.
After examination, you
can't help but touch the wound,
the bulbous lines of humanity
reddened with failure,
the crusting blots of recovery;
small victories in their own right
and sometimes you pick at them,
scratching your dark melancholy
and watch them open like wings,
a flawsome display of integrity
to an audience of one.
These marks, these scars
are teachers filling your blood
with empathy, filling your silence
with interpretation, filling your skin
with all the words you cannot
and will not say.
Obituary, harp, cloud
Openings
When you tear off the band-aid,
you do it quickly, swiftly ripping
the attachment of body
from it's second skin
because you're afraid of pain.
After examination, you
can't help but touch the wound,
the bulbous lines of humanity
reddened with failure,
the crusting blots of recovery;
small victories in their own right
and sometimes you pick at them,
scratching your dark melancholy
and watch them open like wings,
a flawsome display of integrity
to an audience of one.
These marks, these scars
are teachers filling your blood
with empathy, filling your silence
with interpretation, filling your skin
with all the words you cannot
and will not say.
Obituary, harp, cloud
