where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
The story was told, starry eyes stole, fortunes of war, hidden beneath the sands of old, dare do we see, a loss is no win, the glory taken, the life of the king, fashion the shive, open your soul, the death of destiny, the rot of the roll…
A haemorrhage, blisters and pus, cynical membrane, polished rust, we weather the kingdom, to spoil the spiders, suffocating the children, of a tomorrow unseen, a dance you call for, a madness of fortunate beings, ten times in a row, one whisper to know, we see the segment, we see the tickets go, symbol of sickness, …
A walnut brown, twisted frame, hard bodied surfer, semen stains shorts, blisters on the palms of hands. surgical percussion, transgender lies, mythical bathtubs falling from the sky, wanting wisdom, while believing lies, whispered words of intimacy, an exit turned into an entrance, friendships lost, weathered worn, my eyes darkened, forgiveness nevermore….
Dollars for the insults, with pennies for the clowns, a Wednesday worthy of substance, a substance unworthy to be found, hallowed fortress given strength, a watched kettle on the fritz, my name dragged through the sand, a witness gone missing never to be found, your fondness was a virtue, but my blade was too quick, …
They stand staring out of the doorway, mesmerised at the nothingness that quietly sits before then. “Do you think it’s true? Do you think what it said holds even half a truth?” He snarls, bering his teeth like a rabid animal. “If you don’t want to answer the question, don’t!”
A showdown of the former self, wisdom lost in the snow of serendipity, we perfect false realities upon ourselves, hiding even deeper than before, a mirror held before you, a window broken now, eyes are holes we see through, our mouths through lies are told, sin is given like candy, perfection is the painting, life …
When I was a child, who knew nothing of the world, a child of ignorance, a child without care, the world moved forward, and time ticked as well, life became a masterpiece, life became a lie, lost in the ignorance of the child, who is not to helpless to care, struggling as an adult, cracking …
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“It’s a frost you fool, nothing more, nothing less. Had you looked over the itinerary before hand, you would’ve know that then, not now.” he growls through gritted teeth. “To do that, I’d have to know what was happening before hand, instead on the fly?” “You’d say anything, wouldn’t you!”
The door was locked and the room was empty, the woman says she has made her own hair, fill the space with what is lost, whisper in silence for you to see, because you know that it is blind, can I think the same, do you want me to see, when you are already unable …
Within the darkness a deafness starts, regurgitated from a story past, told without the real names said, a deed of dastardliness was performed, piled upon the old and new, buried beneath galvanised flesh, vindictive processes, flatulent and forty, feeble and alone, a mirror masked in indifference, a lie standing within the truth, see the mirror …
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