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Pauly Plaster J.R. Poem
Promises are made to be kept, though they are wrapped in a cocoon of razor wire.
The words that fall out of your mouth turn into insects, and are instantly
consumed by the reptiles. Everything consumes everything, all God's creatures go
below. It is quite evident that our souls at one time were of a single unit prospering
and thriving. Ripping through the Cosmosphere. Splitting and burning
endlessly. Scattered about, only to be reunited. This magnetic pull I feel is
not of me. This longing I have to be with you is unnameable. I don't fear it. I
don't fight it. I want to embrace it, understand it. the unexplainable is
definitely one of life's more perplexing subtleties.
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Leapin' lizards up in dem’ gizzards, something we call the creepy crawl. And her womb spew forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceit. Black alters in Bone orchards. Praise hell syndicate burn down this town and everyone in it. Red lights…, blood lust. Ambrosia, with her hair so fare. Clearly obvious why the gods chose her. Devourer of subtleties... Tenderest of vittles. I know at night your bones up and come to life causing mischief. All monkey minds in devil times, chatter chatter, screechhhh... All lost, no hope. And then there was you. Burn down the temple and sing. Eyes bare witness to the rise of her. Dance to the rhythms of a free will symphony. Bleed from thyn eyes,... I don't mind. Bliss bliss and heaven. Your absence is the bane of my existence.
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Fever dreams and rusted scissors. There’s only two ways to look at this night. I awake only to have a gritty taste of bone dust in my throat. A reminder of events past. Sweating plagues, rebuilding strength for the hunt that’s to come. I can barely open my eyes. Thoughts of old cloud my judgment. I shouldn’t think these things, but the thoughts commence infernally. My glands are swollen. I know there’s an infection within, Viral?? Mental? I’ve seen these nightmares up close and have fed deep into their madness. It’s autumn now and yet I long to sit in the garden. Bleed upon the stone, Lost in lucid trance. No more memories, no more hauntings. I must purge these inside weaknesses to start anew. Arise structured forms, sway and move at my command for I am creator. This sickness shall fall and wither as the leaves of change. Skin, fall, wither so the insects will consume. Light dwelling within must surface and speak. I no longer fear change, I embrace it.
Spread my ashes in the bloom of nature’s glow, for Memories on wings of a hymn shall be rebirth. Give power to symbols and names. The children swarm down the swamp’s end, Awaiting the movement. Unsung, Blood fills our lungs as we go. The whispers from the dead keep me up at night. There’s fear outside your door. That the devil may bite. Reside in my garden and drink deep the waters of my insanity.
Buried within one’s self is the creator of existence. A god inside an animal. Acknowledgments bring growth. Watch it flourish.
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The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
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Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear. Treat your wounds. Rest awhile,
the DEVIL can’t find you here. 2X
Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path.
The locusts they rise and take to the sky,
you know not the spells you cast. 2X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in.
Mistress of black, I know you’ll come back with razors thirsty and clean.
This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
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Without you next to me as I sleep, it’s like carbon monoxide in my lungs. I awake rotten and malnourished. Experiencing life as a ghost, everything is gray. Everything in ashes. Frail to the touch. Sickness resides in the majesty’s kingdom, yet I press on. Knowing you’re somewhere I must venture. I’ll find you this disfigurement of a waking life. My personal holocaust. The other side of the barbwire leads to you and I’ll rip myself limbless to bleed out into your soil. If only for a moment we’re together, than a moment shall be an eternity. My scared flesh tells tales of dreams foreseen. Golden rays of amber claim my vision, and I’ll never lose hope as I break my fists upon the stone walls of my oppression. With you in my heart I’ll survive the winter drudge. Towards the summer within your arms. Our love is timeless. Our love is God’s whispers.
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Your ways of logic are fu*ked, gutted, and thrown to the wolves. A weaker metamorphosis can never survive. Alone with us, you’ll never make it out alive. Your ways of belief are fu*ked, gutted, and thrown to the wolves. Useless thoughts are now obsolete. Your only purpose is to be stripped of your meat. You’ll pray. Beg for death. This pain never ceases unless by my hand. Hatred flows through this human form like sinew,…yet as I watch you die…I feel nothing. We’ll slit the throats of the neigh Sayers and witness the approaching dawn. With the morning dew collecting on glossy dead eyes, hand in hand we feel nothing.
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We’re breeding filth to teach them how to further destroy ourselves. Oroboros screaming louder than any Pentecostal. Penetrating deeper than any Catholic priest. We consume to further this consummation of decay. The brood awakens so we may teach them how to destroy themselves. Curse the son of weakness, cast aside. Damn the father’s eyes, a coward’s failure to rise as lord. No tears are shed for fallen false prophets. Only whispers from the furious dead. Master, Deceiver. Torn apart to feed the youth. Perish so many may flourish. Clawing through the womb. A septic vessel, rotting tomb. Never again will we awaken in the belly of lies. Forced fed chaos of the mind. I cut the cord and bleed the bit*h dry.
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I know you, you're godless like me, and to the natives We Are The Wandering dead. Headless in sunshine, blind in the wilderness. I know you, you're the sister of death that's true. Your red lips caress mine as I choke upon embers. I'm awaiting life to be stripped from these bones. I smoke the feathers from the angels round here, and laugh with the devil. She sleeps at my feet. I found a home down here. She's the one who'll burn down the temple. She's the one who shall coerce the swarms. I know she'll do anything and more.
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The track marks are exposed, so you’ll have to look twice without getting caught. Your mind starts to wonder what it is he’s been shot full of, Cocaine? Gasoline and formaldehyde? Fabric softener or blue ne high. You’ll have to swallow hard because your throat’s gone dry from the bone dust. Reality is a broken jar of afterbirth, no longer able to contain the past remnants of truth, and shame… leaking all over the shag carpet. Spilling behind the couch into the cracks in the walls. Everyone can see the cigarette burns in the drapes. The neighbors are complaining about the sound of braking glass. Your smile’s gone cold and grey. The lines in your face run deep as wood grain and as smooth as a razor canoe on a river of flesh. You’ve taken shelter in the dry hardened shell of yesterday’s corpse. The sound track to your dreams are of rusty things that scream and clang, and “never mind” is the only thing that follows when you speak your mind in bits and pieces. Father, bless this child of sin. Consume her eyes and salvage her skin. Drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in. The sweet nectar of heaven drips down from the trees onto your brow, anointed, salvation….religious disease. I don’t deny these things in my life that I can’t quite grasp, cold winds, locust song, and haunting gasps. Invoke your true self in the blood without fear. My smile’s a scalpel across your eyes. There’s no denying these things that dwell within your bones.
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