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Christopher Vincent Aquino Poem
Flesh and gooey paste, stuck in the mud
Scooped up, with bare hands, they sod
Say nothing, to this or that god
Picked up like perfect bods
Split between our wards
As if they appreciate our sobs
Douse 'em with gasoline, and light up the 'tards
Played like a hand, with all of 'em cards
All bards
Hay-wired
Bone fried
Some tired
No pride
Lost wives
None wise
Gone long before we arrived
Our side
Thought forever could be our rhyme
What curse
It's surge
Right from the womb as fire
It scars
Sticks to the mind this time
In line
With us and our desires
We sight
With eyes
To see in the dark, deep black
No longer can smile inside
How nice
Such a facade, glass ice
It shines
When exposed to the heat and light
Abide
By whose code
While outside the world burns bright
Fog white
Can't measure its breadth, so die
Like time
As lost as all nine lives
No longer can lie this time
For you are no longer mine
Yet how
We tried
What heart cannot hate, kept high
To hide us and all our lies
Your self-righteous alibis
And now
It ends
With neither goodnight nor goodbyes
As friends
We suffered before our time
Now you're with that jerk's two lice
While these tears turn to jokes too dry
And further apart we fly
Through such blue and perfect skies
Only stepping out at night
With each coming dawn, twilight
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Christopher Vincent Aquino Poem
FANTASY
I dreamt of magic, crystals and potions
Millions upon millions upon millions of minions
Plenty of artifacts, many creations
Dungeons and dragons, abyss, oblivion
All those catacombs, they call civilization
No nations, just rations, epics and sermons
Gods and demons that live on donations
Horses, bards and whores and all them corpses
Sticky fingers up their @$$3$
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Laid bare
This carcass
A heap of festering wounds
Scars and bruises
Flaws all exposed
A blur of fleeting images
Muted conversations
The deaf listens
The blind looks
Even pieces of $#!+ have feelings
Of yearning
Of longing
To be something other than what they truly are
And they feel loved
As they attract flies
And maggots
And fungus
And all that feast on their existence
$#!+
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Christopher Vincent Aquino Poem
WHAT WOULD I DO WITH DRUGS
i would paint mountains
keep 'em high
i would climb falls
keep 'em low
i don't wanna see you go
i don't wanna lose control
i wanna hear you call
again, and again, and again, i fall
burst a hole through that wall
i don't climb walls, i crawl
i know you can feel music course through your body, too
good, gah, i miss yah
if only i had telepathy
i no longer have a use for this voice
and these words, on empty sheets
empty streets, between the sheets
love is a lie, i know
i stole these words from a song
and i can't come up with anything better
when every breath i spit
reminds me of wasted nothings
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Touch me not with thy flesh
Itarouses my desire
Look at me not with those eyes
Visions blur with time
Listen not with those ears
Hear what I don't say
Taste my tongue not with thine
Mine has tasted death
Scent me not with thy nose
The scent of pheromones with sweat
Bind my soul with thine
Waste not another breath
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Her tongue is made of sulfur
Mud drowns the fields
Fine sand billows over deserts
Soil sprinkled over graves
Blood and sweat for charcoal
Swallowed tears, for potter’s clay
Niter, mortar, a vessel
To give birth, and to slay
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Christopher Vincent Aquino Poem
ASHEN CRUMBLE
Shores crushed by dawn
Disturb not the earth dragon’s sleeping twin sister demon from her slumber
Scars run from the insides of the elbows to the wrists
Torn by shards of broken glass from a mirror older than age
Step out into the sun, teary eyes no matter the sleep
Pleasant dreams of darkness, and fog, and rain, and trees, and cold, and silence
Grasping at emptiness that once filled the void
Swept away, translucent wings of flies
Thirst, unquenched
Hunger, a distraction
Sleep, an escape
Good, morning
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TEN YEARS LATER
You say you understand
You can't have everything
Your tongue tastes the gutter
You'd soar higher without wings
You don't believe in ever afters
Yet you want a wedding ring
Now you shed tears
For both joy and suffering
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The pride and integrity of broken covenants, plans devoid of breath
Failure to act in unforeseen events, situations uncontrolled
Chasing to correct errors, straying to accept loss
Stupidity? Naivete? Ignorance?
The agitated mind is dumb as the first bet lost
In desperation for redemption, the same motions are forced
To pretend and to pose, to chase the wind
To seek approval, for truth in trust lost
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Dear Shadow,
I've been staring at you for hours
It appears you own me
Shall I own you?
When I dream of you,
Can you see me, too?
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