I’m craving a smoke
I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog
to fill my empty lungs to
pass the time to
feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with
solitude
and meditate in cramped spaces with no air.
Lightheadedness
I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t
count my blessings. Despair is
an art
and I
try too hard sometimes to ignore pain.
And other times to fill my lungs with
a kind of tragic beauty
that kills.
I know you too feel the endless bitter burn of existence, I know your
melancholy
Oh too well. I’m in love with my suffering now, are you?
The way it
scratches too soft, too hard, tickles and then subsides. The way it
travels through your veins and insides, fills you with
all sorts of burns and bruises but
I’m just craving a smoke right now.
Yeah, He’s got it bad.
Yeah, He’s had his heart
Broken, Again
But…
No Matter the number
Of times she breaks it,
Each time…
She touches it first.
And her touch is worth
All the pain
That Hell
Can deliver.
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.
The parallax of bliss..
An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot,
Your flow taught.
Beckoned by a teal whisper,
enticing the senses to tame.
Amethyst's fragile wish,
inviting my essence to claim.
Your coy hum softens the core,
irrigates lust, makes me adore.
You dissent yet knead so servile.
Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.
My Power to poise a psyche,
to hasten growth, or de-generate.
You waste in both pity and modernity;
a Dance of Eternity.
Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.
Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.
Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.
Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.
Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.
Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.
Centuries accrued in its elegant name.
Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.
At medieval funerals, it was customary for women
To scratch their own cheeks until bleeding so it's written
Sounds gruesome to me
Weird? Well slap my knee
Back then they must have practiced masochism
Was it the day I saw you smoking in my courtyard
From the window maybe you looked perfectly happy
To be killing yourself.
Was it when I stepped onto your chessboard
With all the arrogance of a Minor God
Apprehended innocent
Jack of Spades red handed
There were no churches in my city
When it became your city too
I watched illusions of grandeur
slipping away between the pews
All the while I said,
I wanted to be your heaven and hell
But do you know,
I would not mind losing to you
I know I failed
When you stomped all over my dead body
I have been falling from those first moments with you
Defeat never felt so sweet when victory is yours
That which is yours is mine
I am yours.
After all
Life’s short and the Game is Long
Your live for the Game
I live only for being yours.
Escape the shade
Evade the thought police
Slip into the shadows
So cool
Oh so cool
Fenced in, fenced out
Got you trapped in doubt
Don't believe me?
Rip away the veil
See the scale of the whale
When you hear their voice
Know it drips with poison
Got you spinnin' with their last surprise
Honeyed words don't mean a damn thing
Your heart shines brightest
We're victims of the game
Got us convinced we're to blame
So we hide in shame
All so they can afford fame
All the same, all the same
I dropped rhyme like it's hot
I ripped my own verse in two
I married prose and slang
Slinging these poems on street corners
I might be a poeteer
My mind is a prism
Of manic masochism
So perverse my verse is like anachronism
With each line break a schism
For society like Darwinism
And they don't need armies to check us
They got FaceBook and Google to do that
Truth is we're sucked in by social media
Selling our identities for likes
With love from Russia
They'll take until there's nothing left
Only then will everything be right
And there's no opposition to corruption
Prisms and masochism
Sign me up for Gnosticism
Welcome to the old you
Hello, Hello,
Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone
Yet we still follow the old Path
Where empathy kills
And the Sympathy we find is another Lie
You were born to deceive
A puppet-master of emotion
Back off this fixation while you have a chance
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Sorrow-- My Emotional High
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Better to be Frozen than Numb
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Exchange pleasure for pain
It's all coming t you
The facade of Joy falls again
Violet Hearts crush easy
Your Pain you don't Want this
Your Sorrow, You Want This
Back off this fixation while you have a chance
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Sorrow-- My Emotional High
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Better to be Frozen than Numb
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Back off this fixation while you have a chance
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Sorrow-- My Emotional High
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Better to be Frozen than Numb
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
I wait for him by the side of the fence,
Wait for his laugh as he rounds the bend,
I ignore my heart so wildly throbbing,
I delude myself into believing i'm his only,
Engaging in smalltalk to my dishevelled mind,
I anticipate the smile when he sees me i will find,
I fail to reconginse the telltale signs of a worthless infidel,
Trusting my heart and deluding my mind so blind,
I know in my heart he will improve . . . never,
Yet my lips quiver at the mere mention of his name,
I relish the stolen moments when i approach my lover,
Yet fate keeps me guessing as to where he is yonder
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