Saturday 12 April 2014

Somatose Estates And The Skin Of My Teeth

It Is That Below,
SomeWhere My Shapelessness Directs InTo Form,
Arriveing At The Fringes Of Bent Light To Where Ten Seconds Break,
Behind Blood Pulsateing InTo Woven Lineage,
As Time Crafts A Fleshless Escape Towards Another Mother's Tongue,
And It Clings With A Senseless Instinct For A Breath Beyond Taste,
Fraying The Cords That Suspend...
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And Yet,
It Is That Belonging...
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Somatose And Sculpted Precedeing A Possessive Nature,
Alive As An Offering InTo A Different Slight Of Forge-Wroughten Conditions,
Before Bone Crushed And Ground For An Unraveling River,
As A Seed Of Archetype To Where I Was Once Only ALone To Speak,
And It Lingers While An EndLess Obsession For All That Gives And Takes,
Knotting The Words That Settle...
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And Yes...
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It Is That.






Tuesday 8 April 2014

Hingeing A Lost Door For A Watch To Time

I Let The Street Beat Under My Foot Steps,
Never Paying A Fuck To The Empty Grey,
Keeping That In Mind... If You Have One... Could Make You Late For Work,
And I Could Let That Day Slip Through My Hands...
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Stare InTo Your Baby-Blues... Make You Sense A Pierceing Amendment From The Falling Rain...
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Not That It Should Wash You Cleaner Than A Trip To The Grave,
WeekEnds Were Made To Fill The Holes BeTwixt The Good And The Graceious,
Gravel Pits For Doom-Day Propagations And A Hedge-Clipped-Cultivated Copulation,
Straight Lines For Marching Feet To The Shakeing Of A Tail,
Carnations And InCarnations... The Flower Children Cup Their Hands...
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I Let The Street Bleed Under My Foot Steps...
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There Is Only The Shared Sense Of Breathing As I Get Closer,
I Can See Where Some Hide Their Sweat Under The Clouds That Burst,
ThunderHeads To Order With... To Blend InTo... The Wrath And Its Hidden Dread Becomes UnNoticeable For The Five-To-Nine Percent,
EveryThing ALong The Way BeComes A Thinning Streak...
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The Flower Children Have Now Folded Their Hands...
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Is There AnyThing Left UnSacred And UnTouched?
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Beating And Bleeding,
The Streets Have NoThing Else To Bare.