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Thought Dump #1I.
Could you prepare something,
that people normally eat for once?
Well we normally eat this stuff you know.
That is not what I meant.
never mind, false alarm.
I thought it was the---
I'm not sleeping in the tent this time.
My back has gotten all these weird pits and sores.
Don't sleep on the bones then.
Bones? you guys actually had bones put in there? I'm impressed.
What on mother rock do you mean?
the amount of detail for the camouflage....
y'know the elephant disguise!
Many people died in the process of acquiring the tents
by the time we managed to slay the elephan----
THESE ARE REAL?!!?!
That's it. Not sleeping in there again.
Don't worry the couple you met earlier rented it out.
You're too young to ask that question
I am not too young! We are the same age,
hell the same pers---
But someone has to save your innocence.
They'll only accept a pure mind.
Who says t
An Untrained Touch
An Untrained Touch
My fingertips take a spill,
covering your body, in your pockets they congeal
trace with pressure, I watch the blood resurface
daintily dangerous, and at the same time worth it
My fingertips take a pinch,
a rosy aftermath, almost similar to a singe
the color of your lips, now stand adjacent
subtly your body gives way, without misstatement
My fingertips take a break,
now I hold a firm grip, no longer I rake
palmed, static, to try and catch your heart
beats from beneath our chests tearing us apart
My palms break a sweat,
it's amateur hour, and I accompany a vet
this is not your first, and likely not your best
what makes it all worse, your rhythm remains at rest
My palms pinch a nerve,
myself stolen from movement, without a healthy urge
progressing sullenly, dare to seem brash
once was a thriving ember, now a single ash
My palms spill a way,
for me to get away, these goods are too used to pay
honesty's approach to life is something of a gem
with callousness it often opens up a void within
where insignificance meets a freezing desperation
a vacuum's symphony to a sophist generation
the primrose path powered by our decadence
said to have a cost but I laugh at the malevolence
rather us a hostage and convinced it's all a test
a coincidence is only miraculous if it's blessed
which leaves me at a standstill unable to contend
cause questions are a blemish and will lead to your descent
victim to the fear of death for it transcends existence
a guiltless trend to apprehend the lost and often witless
the extraordinary ability to comprehend
the ordinariness of which we are all condemned
the truth never hurts, not even on occasion
and if you're filled with lies, then this is your abrasion
Landmines and sexy slow jams
Landmines and SEXY slow jams
before or behind its time, existing in the present
it solemnly dances alone, the dance of death
hoarder of work unfinished, merely abandoned
unable to create whilst pleasing its audience
passion-stripped, with befuddled concentration
stripped of soul, left with phlegmatic impressions
unmoved with calm disregard for moral decency
no longer good or bad, knowing there only is
gripping the poison, with generous sips
creates an illusion of increased social ability
sensory synesthesia, juggles his taste and feel
a euphoria of stimulation, aided by incompetence
its moves first intricate, holding awareness
its moves now indolent, losing its steps
of the landmines that lay in wait for weight
a single one lies adjacent to the soles of his feet
time is the enemy, as is the sexy song's progression
one off beat slip and he will leave this cage forever
passing and existing only through the mouths of men
whispering amongst prodigally enslav
clash of polar opposites creates the balance
destructive construction that'll exude natural talents
the blind advantage give faint smiles fat pockets
to shelve creative freedom in return for profits
the exposure you hungered for is now in abundance
only problem is your forced to expose a lie to the public
the truth riddled and hidden behind tongues fencing
past identities too distant for memories to mention
only weathered grunts heard behind the media muzzle
to find artistic value is like fixing a broken puzzle
of a thousand pieces stretched across the holy nations
streets paved with gold only the peasant's anticipation
because they know not the masked burden of success
the hindrance mandated to please the general press
to be embraced with acceptance but only just to crawl
never fly and only allowed to stand if you're not that tall
forget your dreams and higher callings you face a decision
bend your image for the master or fly with the pigeons
two universes -
John-a-Dreams dreams endlessly in a dead dimension
remorseless to the time wasted on baseless perplexing
the subconscious universe expands to greater planes
of contrived existence unaware of physical disdains
when he awakes, he finds he's lost track of the world
it has heard nothing from him except thoughts purled
a burning wish to supply both with equal attention
but his conjured creation justifies his own pension
it outweighs himself that exists realistically instead
so long he has been invisible, its best to believe him dead
dead to the world because he fancies more the dreams
where he can wine and dine anything that he fiends
he cannot deny it, he would rather live vicariously
instead of handling his universes simultaneously
Angel of JusticeI am the Angel 'Justice'
mine, fiercely sought after scales.
For in my balance
In my presence always
Satan does fail.
And, shall flee
should I be for thee.
For he knows, the time is at hand.
His fear is great
for I never deviate.
When the Lord hath spoken
I take command!
And I shall remain
unto the end of time,
slow, and precise, my chore.
That all may see
the truth rejoice.
I spread my wings
at the guilty's door!
Devil's ReignHe walks the earth
to and fro.
No one sees him as he walks.
Still he is there
as sure as the darkness.
He lives,he breeds, he stalks;
the innocent prey that he hunts
It is a wonderful time, indeed
to breath upon them the breath
disrupt their lives,
corrupt their seed.
In his hands are deciet
His mouth, dissembling.
To know him is to know death
darkness, prison and chains.
He warms your hands
with his strategems
...as slowly, you learn his name.
And you discover there is
no way out.
You have entered the devil's reign.
IntangibleYesterday...was a butterfly
a fragile, delicate jewel.
Given me, in nonchalance
used, like a careless tool...
Those days gone by like big white clouds
passed through serenity;
a time stood 'still'; captured and framed
in this place called memory.
Where birds sang, sweet and soft;
where the wind, caressed the tall grass.
Where innocence, was the eye of a doe;
a beauty, come to pass...
For there came a time for learning
the winds of change
whipped, and turned;
through all live 'unsuspecting'.
What the future can never relearn.
Queen of HeartsYou may be wondering as you read this
how she came to get her name.
The secret died with the man
she loved long ago
where today, her soul remains;
guarded and protected.
Beside him until the end of time.
There's no way - anyone
could break the chain
that binds her to his side.
..Though the Joker thought, he could win her
with his Jesters
three and four.
"The laugh of the town" thought they;
"Make her blood run cold".
The results, however, had startled him
so he crawled back on his knees;
bewildered by her, relentlessness
so prepared he, to beg, to plead.
But you're playing with the Queen of Hearts!
Don't attempt to 'begin' to amend!
Beaten at the start
with the rules
of your own game!
who knows all men.
ConfidenceCan you do it?
Only I can try.
Nothing can stand in my way,
Find the reason to stay.
Ignore the feelings of self doubt,
Don't give up.
Enter the barrier,
Nothing to lose.
Carry on and fight,
Everyone is waiting in the light!
I died todayIn a hospital so white,
my eyes and ears open wide.
I take in the smells, people,
the thoughts that gladly ring.
Their cries of pure joy and victory,
leave me surprised and petrified.
I'm not in history..
I died today,
my lungs can breathe.
I died today,
my heart only sings.
My skin is still warm,
eyes still blue and white.
My mouth moves,
smoothing stiff grooves.
My arms raise,
My legs do as I say.
Nothing is injured, bent
and even broken..
Yet I died today..
And I am still alive.
I am what I eatso many choices
so little time
drive through slime
tomorrow I'll start over
clean and sober
back to my garden
back to my roots
delicious and satisfying
fresh veggies and fruits
next time I'm rushed
and wanting a treat
I'm going to remember
I am what I eat
LadderEveryone told me to go up,
be the best you can be.
Everyone wants to believe,
they too can become part of the sea.
It is so lovely from above!
you can see the lovely dove,
flying abreast the place,
where everyone has come to love..
A societal place,
a glorious marking,
to those who smile,
and challenge failure in the face..
Up the rungs they go,
stepping on the obstacles,
Monkey says, Monkey do,
it follows to you.
With stride becomes pride.
Leaving realistic and sensible expectations to the side,
and hitching arrogance for the ride.
thinking they are so high!
I can't believe they turned my nose at me,
at what status they could see!
With that height on the rungs and life,
do they not think of the bad and strife?
I wonder, I wonder...
As they climb,
they only risk their demise.
With each step,
death comes to rise.
I watch for that one slip,
that one mistake.
Because they don't know,
how painful it is to
G R O U N D
The Labyrinth of Me (Complete)Restless in the stormy night.
Like candle flame unwaning light.
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds.
Waking dreams my mind unfurled.
Void of colour just shades of grey.
No-one here to guide my way.
Echoes of a man lost in a dream.
Porcelain statues unable to scream.
The labyrinth of me lies ahead.
Each step, each breath fills me with dread.
On every wall my portraits hang.
Each one painted with an honest hand.
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt.
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward.
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn.
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf.
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth.
Judges grinning while banging their gavels.
The pages before me the black book unravels.
Some pages are empty and others unclean.
Allowing you only to see the obscene.
Myself I am judge no lies to deceive.
Like a mirror reflecting my every misdeed.
The revelation of faces grinning before me.
They are all me both judge and jury.
A guilty verdict the
as my remaining adolescence divorces it's host
and my teen angst hooks up with sterility
I feel grounds for my future raising a toast
to all my dreams and fancies that'll never be
there's little time left for all these idle pleasures
and it's too late for me to design a better plan
I'm tying the knot to my noose with my own endeavors
and my procrastination is kicking the stand
I feel hatred for the people that led me astray
but at the same time I'm angry with myself
I know there's plenty more that feel the same way
open your eyes before you end up getting shelved
while the almighty ra continues to kiss the carrion
for more souls to follow a bitter lost passion
I hope they wake up to the heavy load they're carrying
and pick better goals that'll led a life without ration
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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