When tears soaked pain in pity
and forced man and God from Junction City
They prayed he'll come again
when the whites melt
forcing $hi# and sticks
down the hungry storm drains
Can ladies be gentle, man?
What if he's a gentleman;
a saint of undeniable piety?
Will she walk the desirable side
or otherwise, be lost in hidden cares
life spoke of a worthy deity
with a good man at his right?
Man and wife will have no fear
when minds are well aware of his delights
What is the place where we are at
where fingers tell who's at fault?
A nurse is inside every house,
every wound is packed with salt
with all corrosions seeping out
Curses are filled with excerpts
from newspapers and vlogs
Her youthful mouth beneath
blue eyes filled with blood and bogs
would say "Fake news is for feral dogs,
we are in a tamer time"
People have baggages;
two honeymoons and domestic fervor
Muy Leal, they ate mofongos
elsewhere, it was fracas in placentas
This is where they now lie together,
living on and off like FM radios
Pyre
Balancing on the razors edge; In-
all that gutters-in that cold ballet -
Of "before I bled."
My elixir of mangled string-theory,
Of hybrid sins and veiled shadowquery.
No. I need to stop this.
I need stealth and a golden beacon.
Something to be on my side
and lift a confident smile, out of
dormancy, or Necromancy.
To put my former things on a pyred shelf and revisit normalcy.
Is the killswitch-is the key.
Walk away as the explosion is slow
motion, purge of Purgatory npotions
pour in it's conscience of consciousness
like molasses down a crevace glistening
in the thick richness of purity. "Titans sinking in
the self's prideful enfirm,
conform confirmity of corrosions
apathetic obscurity,
into an epic sinking scene of Phoenix return,
from the Krakened deep."
I will surge from the waters
and take my first clumsy breaths,
a new born out of the darkness, no longer
in that undead paralysis,
but a crowning Stephanos of a Victor
surviving the drowning of the lost in a sea, of the great false sleep.
In the rising sun,
Coming down by the mountains,
Echoes the sirens of seas.
Teaming with all life
Were clouds of foul defilement
Shifting torrents to crimson...
Metal vessel floats,
Tainting with slow corruption;
Flora, fauna, disruption...
Hopeful sakura
With leaves falling, vanishing;
Whales sprawling from erosions.
Trying to forestall,
From corrosions nature squalls.
Dying, perishing pleura...
*Collaborative with J.C.M.C.*
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