where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Mysterious minds lost in the cavalcade of a winters day, tearing away from yesterday, haggard wisdom, notorious minds lost in the darkness of a fog, woe is the words, segregate the sickness, be forward, lesson the load, we are alien to each other, you and I, regardless of the error, my stream, my line, justified …
Within the whispers of world once masked by the breath of a happiness no longer mine, seize the air like it was a moment given not taken, suck the venom from the wound and pleasure yourself to the excitement, seperate the mirror from the image and know your reflection is not your own, stop and …
Stagnant in form, pulsating with filth, my depressing life, house build on shit, a rhythmic sensation, pulling out instead of staying in, washed away, across skin made of gold, a beautiful vessel, spit does it hold, my flesh, my blood, my veins pumping hard, a life was I mastering, wailing, weeping, singing songs that remain …
Continue reading "A Violin Played While I Departed – Unhinged Poem"
Stars in your eyes, while the whole world dies, you’ve got a movement, that’s heaven sent, a polished pole, a Russian doll, lighting striking twice, as we roll the dice, heavens moving, hell is spewing, and you’re dancing, while the apocalypse is advancing, the stars are crying, while the whole world is dying, freedom ain’t …
Continue reading "Haggard Restoration Ignored – Unhinged Poem"
A room temperature desire, lost in the coldness of the beast, forgiveness of a fire, that burned into a yearning, fuelled by a hate that was incomplete, simplistic fundamentals, screwed up faces, unknown places, restrictions on your atonement, forgiveness a tomorrow away, whimsical wishes, fortitude when there was nothing else, where is the tomorrow promised …
From a vantage point other than my own, the see of turmoil was mine to brave, carelessness given fly to a beautiful smile lost beneath teeth aged by decay, we saw the opening, we made the way, severance paid in due and course, I came, but did not arrive in one piece, forgo the blame, …
Dilemma on another plate, sacrificial meanings lost in the rain, a flood of bereavement, a stalemate of sin, perfection give to a lie that never made sense, a belief in possibilities, happenstance of matters, whispers, words, a deception deep seated in the faith of your soul, a yearning for the fundamental end, a forgiveness not …
Continue reading "Liberate My False Disease – Unhinged Poem"
My innocence is as long as it is from my elbow to your grave, a side stepping rhythm alone in the dark, my soil against the coffin top, we want to imagine the perfection we bring in to this world, forgetting the doors we’ve close by contrition, a boom and a splash, some blood and …
Continue reading "My Words Shared Underground – Unhinged Poem"
Shadows past, darkness foreboding, a limit reached, a peak climbed, tomorrow the seas flow anew, with greens and not reds, whimsical nuances, gutter trash living like kings, we forge to forget, we forget so we can sin, over and over again, repeating a curse, echoing the first, a flash made of silver, a knife, in …
Continue reading "Separate The Head From The Groin – Unhinged Poem"
Capture me, open wide within the door, a mirror image of something from before, something I couldn’t see, a reflection of another, a painting half completed, the pallet tired and worn, stars in their eyes, thorns in there feet, wickedness dancing, darkness in the light, we sow our own seeds, we dig our own graves, …
Continue reading "Maintaining A Forward Motion – Unhinged Poem"
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
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