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Gabrielle Wolcott Poem
Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies
Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang
Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson
For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses
Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound.
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Gabrielle Wolcott Poem
You were my bottomless steady pursuing,
My constant race that effervesced taint,
The sea hound that ran cold down self-medication’s neck,
And drank the blazing deception until pain was numb.
I craved you, used you,
I stole your social solution of satin stains,
And regretted my nauseating fraud of swift defense,
I couldn’t grip myself without your consoling illicit illusion,
Shattered armor would glisten with guilty fabrication,
Then trickle your soothing intoxicating sap.
Passionate attempts to fasten my crisis,
Have left shards of Lucifer’s sensual glass,
Scattered around my sleep like polluted pests of consequence,
That confounds my falsehood and ruptures my patience.
Yet I still hunger for your vulgar sedating sweetness,
Your sticky pretense reviving charade of hope,
Your complete anesthetic that is so effortless,
And the incessant lace of my own deception.
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Have half to hang hand in hand
And harp the harmless hate
Then heap the hazardous haze of heartbreak
And heave the ironic heroine
Because the hollow horde that hovers over head
Is now the narcissist on narcotics
Creating nausea near the neglected one
While the network of nerves brings news
Of the night nitrogen seemingly never-ending
So end the notorious nudge of nylon personality.
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Fraud and deception of the affluent eyes
Toss my purpose aside and let me hemorrhage humiliation
Drops of unappreciative pain plaster and soil black
Cackles to hide my mammoth of hurt
Echo through a maze of sovereigns and numeric cipher
I’m a non-significant member of manuscript
An unknown, a recluse, a bother
Gauche trials of loss and fray
Matter to none who play the game
Yet in our tightly packed world
The Joker is always included.
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In piles of crusted dust
The sly fox prowls in jets of furry
The words of prey whip passed the face
Of a wired stunning pelt
And in seconds of lust and desire
The melodies succumb to the blood
Tribal whistles of whiskers till the end
Sink into the death of a syrupy scarlet
Glistening animalistic shameless coal
Tell stories of past victories
Letters like blades slice through emotions
Creating deadly beginnings of masterworks
A fan of beauty deceives the naive
And results in the passion once again
The claws of clever deception
Scratch deep into the psyche of a poetic mind
So let your thoughts be your teeth
Your revenge be your mind
And your language be your defense
For I am Sly Fox the Destroyer.
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Gabrielle Wolcott Poem
Ancient hierarchy of feudal beginnings
And unmarked signs of filthy storms
Spark a change in life’s continuities
Masses of horizons rise and fall incessantly
Through the depression of wet attacks
Altered Mother’s laws lie dead
She said she hated their quiet
So she shot them in their silence
And the drum beat on
Unnatural rhythms of nuclear proportion
Boil the tears engulfing existence
Plumes of black dread end advances
The antique dynasty approach is back into play
And the Daimyo of the sea has no longer slept
Reality has turned into national red dots
Blind incandescent fury of the globe
And unknown tomorrows
Are now forever drowned.
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You shuffled your feet through the dusty cracks
And left the door wide open
In a deep dull plume of lust attacks
The trees died from your arson
The shot was fired and our love was tired
Of tests you put us through
I stopped in my tracks
For the light was black
And I couldn’t pass you by.
The spikes of love cannot be trusted
Your silent rocks of lies
Are now decaying from your acid
And led your mind clockwise
Now the days are short and the nights are long
With sleepless motion pools
Your whole life of passion was always wrong
And the seasons are so cruel
I can’t wash away the dust of us
And the blameless eyes of shame
I still can't pass you by.
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Through the blood rushed eyes
Monotone faces stare
They point to the ocean
Who smacks its salty lips
Bright red clouds in the sky
Followed by jet black clouds in the sea
Sandy people engulf me
The mind flying but the body dying
As my soul summersaults through the gas
Utter bewilderment and aggravation
New lost sights somewhere in a dream
Regrettably I can’t sleep
Hallucination of the knowledge organ
As saccharine as pure sugar cane
Might save my sanity after all.
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Gabrielle Wolcott Poem
Tension
In the damp existence of my thoughts
Bleeds through my sights that sear my dreams
And is the decaying corps chained to my ankle
That gasps for constant attention in gusts of norm
Beats seizures into my motionless mortality.
Tension
Is my continuous companion
Sinister and wicked, he eats at me
Causing the smoke to rise above my face
And conflict every moment,
I carry with me his festering existence .
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It’s hollow in the swamps of you
With execution trees of a foul familiarity
And deep emerald collections of soiled slime
Allow coldness within the murky metaphor
It’s hollow in the swamps of you
And the ancient gnarled stalking sulkers
Wait patiently for their jaws to judge
Then insensitivity swirls to deafening darkness
It’s hollow in the swamps of you
While finding your psychotic violent verdict
That voracious aged instinctive ivory
Sinks into my defensive security skin
It’s hollow in the swamps of you
So slither sultry silence of certain satin scandals
And let my boiling blend of beaten biased baggage bleed.
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