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what will they see?
what will be remembered?
when you burst out
into the open-
lit up and
Naked
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Deep under subteranion covers where nowhere
lingers everywhere and the decrepit lights of man
die to the world
Wrapped in rags-a masachistic christ plotting my
crucifixtion born again and again washed in
human guts-baptized by fire just a man naked
chasing the sun and moon unashamed loving all
matter all consciousness all people authentic
power of just deciding to be each second weirder
then before...strange needs coating the
eyelashes no hope of existential immortality
just a cold march to bloody loving shithood
heavens-these games we play-role of a urine
drenched prophet unknown dismissed dragged
down the executioners hole gorged on self
What are U?
Cracking open the bodily vault dispearsing
terminal fluids
Im a treacherous snake in the gardens of my
sanctuary-man only is where no one can see
Out of tune songs rush up my spine in gruesome
melodic chaos-shoot up the messiha till the
streets are covered in all that physical temple
goo out of ghetto rope streets
I hang in the hopeless nights
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Withered alien skeleton man digging through
the dumpsters for any kinda fix
Nothing can fully dessimate the killing fields
of memories from where you rose
Nothing to do or be other then embrace the
midnight of otherness that is at the very roots of
awareness where self shimmers an odd theatrical
stage of lit up play in the sorrows of having been
repititiously born too many roles to go on and
much more to come where ice replaces blood
and the body freezes in undercover storm rages
where not a single person comprhends the full
blown cancerous implications
Such a history of shattered misconseptions
untouchable shadow puppett dreams beggar
kings upon boiling skinned bones a poisoned
stare darker then winters first touch of night
not a thing can be done to silence the horror
televised reality of our cultural traps on to
meaningless drive malformed by backwards
clocks and odd screams
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Oddly enough over piles of exceuciating humid
breathless nights
particularly that night
Lost in wordless heights always stick in the riot
of perpetually never ending moments and
movement ascending to decsend and repeat
as high and or low as all
bodily consciousnesss possibilities will allow
This finality of being this exist out of ever again
having to become
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Shuddering on the hallway steps
smoking far too many cigarettes
drug deprivied
withdrawling all sleep back under the bed
entering slowly the eye of the hurricane
still cursed
with the agonizing after effects
that inescsapable
sick shadow of a man reaching for a perpetualy
shifting end
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Come get me
when
consciousness stopa
its slaughter
With my crusty crinkled works stapled to
my chest i will read them to you nad allow
that storm to come out of us
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Midnight came like doomed fates
And your eyes refused to see
into your self
What coulda been
So broken was the flesh
Not even a scream ever dared thunder forth
from perfect lips
too busy in a war of kisses
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Awesome elixers
Nether realm nectors
Breath stripped bare of body
A new resembalance to the body before birth
Death before the ever slow machined of decay
manifested in all-that haunts me as i sense it
burried in black holes in the constant build up
human feces and debri
I am just the leftovers of me
All i have ever been
The ruined one
The ever lost
An urge to usurp self
The movements beyond the hidden entrails
Expose the vast gore that spawns worlds
Made a ghost in every action
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Leaping through hoops of fire looking for relief
Brearh sagging to the lowest depths where my
eyes can no longer see into the flesh but
begin the violent journey into catacomb halls
where ghosts stamp my brow with cold kisses
in self fullfilling ruins-no light exists exists here
except the lights we give off in our own bodies
in our own tombs already since birth
This home where we come to live so one day
we may prepare to die
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You shake it off
Puke it up
Try to keep moving to no avail
We are gone today
Only ashes of our past left
And not a single future could lessen our
desperation
These days are filled with the horror of walking
up
To be a human in orbit
When all i is a blatant lie
IT all moves so quick
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