ex is exiting a soul
ex is exiting a building block
a soul is a building block
build is building a soul
build is building a building block
a soul exit a soul
a soul exit the building block of a soul
a soul is a cycle of a soul
a soul is a limit of a cycle
the building block of a cycle,
is the building block of a soul
ex is exiting a limit of a soul
ex is exiting a limit of a cycle
exiting a limit is exiting a cycle
ex is exiting a precious soul
a precious block,a precious soul
a soul is precious to a soul
a soul is precious to a building block of a soul
time withstand time
time withstand a block of time
time withstand a block of a soul
NEXT EXIT BABYLON
They raised their cups
Splashed their wine
It ran with blood
through vein and vine
Where Satyrs' hoofs
Pawed with fight
Tunics fell
Laurels twine
Lips were bit
Breasts were held
Brands, hot, brought
The coals of Hell
Seared the flesh
With Saturn's breath
Number-Lot
To buy and sell
On tables, neat
Both man and Beast
Blessed their bread
Cursed their meat
Great hills of brick
They pulled the dead
Like babes, reborn
Out crawled the sick
The dogs wore crowns
Of broken bone
Like sacred cows
Left free to roam
They raised their snouts
Bared their teeth
Barked and growled
And joined the feast
From lies in books they set us free
Encyclopedias are redacted
And Satie’s fourth Gymnopedie
Flooded with likes from the attracted
I’m living in the brave new world
It works far freakier than Huxley’s
I’m bought and sold and I download
I get the codes to use them aptly
I’m quite a modern chap these days
No more a fossil left in lurch
Daedalus AI builds new maze
Keeps every Theseus in search
Where is that famous silver thread?
But I just passed the exit gate
I heard the Minotaur is dead
The ambulance arrived too late..
In the never ending dream I keep walking
Through the insufficient scheme I keep talking
It’s a crying shame, still not quite enough
You may call it lame, call it boring stuff
In the morning street on a shady sidewalk
I move on whispering inner monologue
Wouldn’t be surprised if you do the same
We’ve got something to alter this lose-lose game
In the fading dream, that doesn’t fade too much
There’s a hidden door, that I can’t unlatch
But I tend to suspect it’s an exit door
Must be cold outside, colder than before
So this narrow passage leads to square I know
And I’m welcomed in again, where I used to go
And the waiter turns up with a tray of grapes
Offering a complimentary aftertaste.
intense envy every
day from nine to
seven (or so) needs
frequent venting and
even if it's only by
way of the rear exit
netherlands
A PLAYER
Booked for a film for one day.
I rehearse my line and wait until the
crew is ready for me.
It’s a cold night shoot, but the hot
spotlights flood the set with
achievement and attainment.
I perform. Hot and sweaty. I derig.
I exit, never seeing the crew again.
The rest of the night is waiting for
me ; the night is young and the city
is new.
To celebrate, I go to a night club.
Make out with a man twice my age
and half my talent. I perform again.
I cast aside the desperate man.
I book a twink who takes me to his
place. I derig. I perform again.
Hot and sweaty for the second
time tonight. I exit, never seeing the
twink again.
The joys of being a player….
on the edge of what—
you balance it like a rumor,
bitter-totter, back-n-forth,
a tightrope strung through your ribs.
step careful, suga.
this ain’t a floor, it’s a dare.
a rope in a loop,
loop in a thought,
thought chewing its own tail
like it forgot how to end.
uncertain the length—
baby, that’s the trick.
they never tell you how far it goes,
just whisper keep going
like that’s mercy.
same concept, different color—
revolving doors painted holy,
but they still spin you nowhere.
no exit.
one entrance.
cute, right?
trapped in a loop—
spin, spin suga,
til your name sounds like static
and your shadow gets dizzy trying to keep up.
might as well sit awhile,
kick your heels against the air,
laugh at the damn absurdity of it—
because look at you,
dancing in a cage you can’t even see.
spin the bottle—
you or them?
fate don’t care, it just points.
they aren’t trapped, they said.
you believed that?
sweet thing.
did you see that—
the door half-cracked,
fur brushing your knuckles,
a cold breath slipping out like a secret?
closet humming like a heartbeat.
Narnia, baby.
or madness.
honestly?
same damn door.
My mind is a dark labyrinth without torches or welcome signs
Only corridors that remember my footsteps
Better than I do
I enter thinking I am the architect
But the walls shift when I turn away
Rearranging themselves into old questions
I thought I had answered
Some rooms are locked with keys I swallowed years ago
Because I was tired of losing things I couldn’t afford to name
There are mirrors here that do not reflect my face
Only versions of me I almost became
In moments I survived poorly
I keep walking anyway
Because stillness feels like drowning
And even confusion feels like movement
If I ever find the center
I suspect it will not be an answer
Only a quieter version of the same darkness
Finally learning my name
Platform 666 Exit from Hell
I’m leaving hell today,
waiting for my train.
Suitcase in hand
but have I forgotten something?
My favourite brush is left behind.
Do I run back?
Is there still time
to reclaim what I lost?
The tracks are humming;
the train is on its way.
The price of the Exit
I stayed for the requirement.
The dinner, the wine, and the companionship
all the things that look like love
but feel like a debt.
Now I am given a way out
of a cell without bars.
To buy the key
It wasn't a prison until I tried to go.
Now, I’m paying the price of freedom
with a golden ticket
I didn’t know I had to buy.
I know these are the last days
I know I am living in the days of Noah
I see the exit signs everywhere
ferocious hurricanes
power hungry tornadoes
rising upon us like never before
barbaric wars among nations
spreading all over the news
ocean tides rising as fast
as the yeast found in bread
overflowing onto the land
as I see the world falling apart
I continue to seek our Lord for grace and mercy
I know the time pack up and go
because now I know that someday
in some distant future
that Marmalade Lane will soon no longer
be called my home
neither will Nassau, Bahamas
my new home will be upstairs in that golden city
with the almighty father and his son for all eternity
THE RAIN IT DOES POUR
FRANKLY, WE DID WIN THIS WAR
TRUMP SEEKS EXIT DOOR
EXIT STRATEGY
WHAT IS IT GOING TO BE
DO YOU KNOW DONNIE
A doorway exiting the castle
Ancient, when the land was still young
You can imagine the king
Stepping from his only sanctuary
Leaving his world and all his people
To whatever fate has planned
He does not look back
His kingdom was great at one time
Now it is no more
Both it and its people
Destroyed and left to rot with time
While he lives in paradise
© Poem – XIX/XII/MMXXV
LRET
You stay right here.
I’ll be the one to leave.
Not because I want to go,
but because loving you
means sparing you the guilt
of pushing me away.
You stay right here.
I’ll go first.
So it won’t feel like
you chose a life without me—
it will feel like
I loved you enough
to step aside.
If someone must walk away,
let it be me,
the one who learned your silences,
the one who stayed
even when staying hurt.
Maybe someday,
when the world rests quiet
and your heart looks back,
you’ll remember me
not as a loss,
but as love
that knew when to loosen its hold.
If I become a memory,
let me be a warm one—
the kind that smiles softly
in the middle of lonely nights,
the kind that whispers,
I was loved. I was chosen.
Even in goodbye.
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