where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Simplistic betrayals captured on film, burned into the retina of a camera's eye, the missing similarities of a chosen mask, figures sketched while fingers poke and prod, a flamboyant grin, suffocating a unhappy soul, twisted in the midnight of time that didn’t call its name, while the darkness struggles, and I call you, wondering where …
Continue reading "Park The Sickness Over There – Unhinged Poem"
Blood on the window, still wet from her veins, harmonica twisted smiles, while the world falls away, a desperation it replaces, synagogues exploding, death eternal, false idols held higher than the flesh desired, a flash, a decision, a life taken, a sentence forsaken, tomorrow rewritten, as I build my throne, a legacy that begins with …
She lets out a stuttered sigh and slams an open hand down onto the table. “WHY DON’T YOU TELL US WHAT IT WAS THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING THERE, AND I’LL LET YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU ARE!” “O-O-Okay, keep your tits on.” He says with a childish giggle....
Clean radio, pie sounds, wishful thinking, a penance for your pound, ecstatic circumstances, simplicity profound, watch me dance, watch the blood flow down, tears falling, fear calling, treading water, diversity drawn on shades of red, humanity dying, civilisations crying, sunlight fading, as the final moon rises...
Flesh designed to rip free, music to my ears, the cries and the pleads, a wish not granted, a sea not sailed, progress at the expenditure of life, when the soil is still warm, perceive, promote, promise the world, but don’t foolishly promise the cure, for the cure is not an end..
“Y-Y-Yo-You. W-W-What have YOU DONE!” Keith stammers as he staggers backwards clutching at his chest. Aaron smiles as he flicks the long locks of hair that have cascaded over his shoulders back behind him, and flippantly laughing as he does. “There is nothing I cannot do, y…” “Or won’t do!”
“If I cared for dated shit Pere, I’m sure I would be impressed. But we both know it doesn’t do a god damn thing for me. Which makes me a bit dubious of asking the question, on why you brought me all the way up here in the first place.”
“P-P-Please, m-my children. T-They’re y-young, k-kids. P-P-Please, let them go.” He stammers, tears running down his face. “You know, it’s too late for anything like that, don’t you? I mean,” he says, as he bends down and lifts a lifeless corpse of a child into his view. “O-OH GOD NO!”
Peel the skin from the bone, then paint the skeleton with all new flesh, give it life and take it away, sin the sin sinned by man, take a life and give it again, slice the knife across its throat, stitch it up, Â the cut out its heart, Â give it yours and go back to …
Continue reading "Burn The Flesh From Your Bones – Unhinged Poem"
Burning sickness, within us, becoming us, like a mirror’s reflection, we look, but we are not, a cheap copy of something that was once meant to be human but now resembles a photo, no substance, only flair, this is the grit of another man’s war…
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
K Is Silent k Is SiLeNt K iS siLENT kIsSiLeNt
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