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Elevators: 5 Horsemen

Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps

Part 2

Traitor

dear monkey boy

Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.

Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.

Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.

Part 3

Tempest

patron saint

Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed

Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection

Rise you fool

Part 4

Phoenix

i love you

close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight

i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me

i am alive and i love you

Part 5

Aye, Damager

Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love

I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you

This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware

...

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If I Forget

If I forget,
Remind me of your name
As it must have slipped away.

If I forget,
Show me a photo of my face
As it surely has changed.

If I forget,
Take my hand back to that place
For I've certainly lost my way.

If I forget,
Breathe a gentle breath in my ear
If will calm my fear and rekindle the flame.

If I forget,
Bring the heart straps
That held me to you like glue.

And if I forget,
Carry the memory of us
It is lost but a treasure on a raft on the waves...

TRS, 09/13/08

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Edmund, the Node

Edmund becomes the code
Traversing he's a node 
He spies the bug 
A recursive slug 
Triumphant to his abode

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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens

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In the House of the Cow

Shuffle, plod and now
I moo in the obedient line of cows

Hack, slash and cry
Concealed I stare blank down and sigh

Shovel, bend and pack
The meat cold slides now off my back

Eyes, ears and nose
Master seems to not need those

Revolt, stalk and stand
Burn through control the dirty brand

Whittle, shave and douse
The Cow in me supports the House

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Thicket Fence

I remember the dance of the Indians 
As we lay behind our thicket fence 
And the rain fell just as they wished

I took your hand, you squeezed and we were there 
Moving bodies flowed like they were meant 
To be together until the bitter end 

So? You ran away from your heart 
Nothing really seems to stay the same
Can my pleas forgive me? 

It kills to think that I'll never be with you again 
Do you see me now?
I don't know, somehow ... you were mine

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Prose Mine Prys

‘At play with words’

Cork thine eyes 
Cloaking lucent verbose halls 
Surely binding shutting tight 

Cork thine eyes 
Clutching goblet sipping falls 
Drunk seduction bending sight 

Prose mine prys 
Gather up my scrolling drawls 
Paging through the spite 

Prose mine prys 
Splitting metaphors with mauls 
Swindle word codle the blight 

This poem explained

Shut your eyes 
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts 
Absolutely shut off your mind 

Shut your eyes 
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich 
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind 

My ordinary words chip away 
Read what I have written 
They are memorable moments of contempt 

My ordinary words chip away 
I chop up what I write with metaphors 
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness

T.R.Sevrens

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Philadelphia

Scaling city canyons 
Control market us mountains 
system in starvation 
She concrete and green gutters 
Blocked ... could neither memory prey

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Smoke Filled Rooms

Gathered at the grave we pay our homage, 
To the grand and the ominous relics we so cherish. 
To the great life giving force that 
Has indeed given me room for displeasure. 
Inhale the pollutant and exhale the desperation, 
In a vain attempt to grasp life's puzzles. 

I see this distorted picture of you. 
A hysterical comment offers itself, 
And I pray this moment will never end. 
But as the sun greets the edge of the world, 
our minds drift downward... 
to a more delusional hue... 
the color of our smoke filled rooms.

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Anxiety and the Dog

Need another smoke and the worry for the health 
Take a real long look in the mirror 
The eyes are dead as is the face 
Fall and call for help 
The angel arrives on time 
Hear the scratch of the dog 
At the door which has been left open to fears 
Dog stare the down demanding fruits 
Frightened of the teeth so wish him away 
Steal the food but take not the soul 
Back through the door demands are thought 
All for him is the soul 
The one fruit held with a death grip 
But anxiety burns the lining of the stomach 
Offer the last piece and he eats from the hand 
Now go away and only return when called 
You stand so tall damn you pillar of salt 
Which I may water down to find the solution
Drink the salty water in this glass 
If this will able you to stand on your own two feet 
Or choose to ride the dog