Beginning of something, per chance I say
Not this way, but any other time
I can salvage, minutes from hours
Days into, nights of floundering
Do this but once, twice, thrice
I am consulting agent, royally
Take into and spit out, what's known
The times are upon us for stitching.
There shall be no trace
Of
My
Needs
“No more!” said the price-dog.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
51. Television Footed
Astral tragedies
Menageries of angelic bodies
Waiting in line, for the next time
We are wanton and hungry, I tell you.
Jumped in, jumped down
W/ crowns abiding holy laws
Made for human kind and sake
The past, the present, the future, now.
Menageries of angelic bodies
Waiting in line, for the next time
We are wanton and hungry, I tell you.
Jumped in, jumped down
W/ crowns abiding holy laws
Made for human kind and sake
The past, the present, the future, now.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
50. The Supermarket Of Possibility.
There are too many options
Limit me to one or two
I can but guess my decision
There are variables and chances
A toll taken on an innocent
Man, just trying to please
Take away this cup of choice
In a banquet of sin
Let me go blind, rather than fail
For I am realising, just now
How wrong, all along I was
I never really meandered
But meant what I thought was
Just and as learned, hard
In the supermarket of possibilities
My trolley is under equipped.
Limit me to one or two
I can but guess my decision
There are variables and chances
A toll taken on an innocent
Man, just trying to please
Take away this cup of choice
In a banquet of sin
Let me go blind, rather than fail
For I am realising, just now
How wrong, all along I was
I never really meandered
But meant what I thought was
Just and as learned, hard
In the supermarket of possibilities
My trolley is under equipped.
49. Good Practice
Nothing
Not much
Molecular fantastico
Labels the mundane diary day
My cattle are humble
Though my balls are crowned
In nights of sulphur and orbs
Saturdays are a journey, itself
To there and back eight times
For the ability to dance
Like a rodent coasting, forth
Cast nay a stone, I tell you
That breaks a frown
Or wears a dress, messing up
For any judges sake
To quiz unholy spirits on what is...
...good practice.
Not much
Molecular fantastico
Labels the mundane diary day
My cattle are humble
Though my balls are crowned
In nights of sulphur and orbs
Saturdays are a journey, itself
To there and back eight times
For the ability to dance
Like a rodent coasting, forth
Cast nay a stone, I tell you
That breaks a frown
Or wears a dress, messing up
For any judges sake
To quiz unholy spirits on what is...
...good practice.
48. Drinking Aerials Help
All my lovers, not my brother
In transit across
Moon quakes and angels dust
Pity those poor mites
For what has come, gone
What lay beforehand
That which transcends me now
Diseases not brought aboard
Launch desire
Intertwining limbs
Like scraped branches
Hiccuping hello and drums bang
How then? Now then! Foul in Zen
These latitudes are off kilter
Filtered daily waste
For my pension, collapsing
This that has died
Those that have come alone
To endear my name and attitude
Behaviours unknown to most.
In transit across
Moon quakes and angels dust
Pity those poor mites
For what has come, gone
What lay beforehand
That which transcends me now
Diseases not brought aboard
Launch desire
Intertwining limbs
Like scraped branches
Hiccuping hello and drums bang
How then? Now then! Foul in Zen
These latitudes are off kilter
Filtered daily waste
For my pension, collapsing
This that has died
Those that have come alone
To endear my name and attitude
Behaviours unknown to most.
47. Earthenware
I'm bored
Of this lure
It's boring me at all intersections
These satellites whirring round my skull
Peeled back scalp to intake
Notepads filled with slavery
Jux...
ta...
pos...
ition.
Infiltrating
Nitrates
Sodomy
Flanges and hubs.
Snubbing reverence and copious detail.
Of this lure
It's boring me at all intersections
These satellites whirring round my skull
Peeled back scalp to intake
Notepads filled with slavery
Jux...
ta...
pos...
ition.
Infiltrating
Nitrates
Sodomy
Flanges and hubs.
Snubbing reverence and copious detail.
46. Lucy's Scope
No, no, no more anything
Desolation sister
Secret handshakes
Put away your suited sleeves
Lemons down the stairs
Infantile rotation
Righteous times
The correct location?
Marriage takes victim, occurs
With / without you.
Desolation sister
Secret handshakes
Put away your suited sleeves
Lemons down the stairs
Infantile rotation
Righteous times
The correct location?
Marriage takes victim, occurs
With / without you.
45. Holy Glore
Like humans used to...
Like they/we knew to...
Then again no one does anything
Others and the jealousy that abounds
No one whispers words: “Achieve the meaning of what you are!”
The end of unkept promises
All things to cease and not deliver
Can you see your self in the last dance?
There is no good time evidently
Can you save and open curious circumstance?
Like they/we knew to...
Then again no one does anything
Others and the jealousy that abounds
No one whispers words: “Achieve the meaning of what you are!”
The end of unkept promises
All things to cease and not deliver
Can you see your self in the last dance?
There is no good time evidently
Can you save and open curious circumstance?
Monday, 1 March 2010
43. Butt-Over
I want the shock of taking from you
Slight changes, a metamorphosis
Events into unknown meanderings
Even as I do and shall, will it be so
That I can never comprehend the shame
Of the the uttermost fate and calling
I am as a dog, short, tight leashed
Yes and that too, but over estimating the inclusive
Peel away right to collision and fame
There can be no understanding.
Slight changes, a metamorphosis
Events into unknown meanderings
Even as I do and shall, will it be so
That I can never comprehend the shame
Of the the uttermost fate and calling
I am as a dog, short, tight leashed
Yes and that too, but over estimating the inclusive
Peel away right to collision and fame
There can be no understanding.
42. Monoliths For Easter
Don't bother linking me to evidence
Scrapes that make it work again
A deluge of wit and stars
Scars, automobiles and keyboard dirt.
“I know what you know and more”
Said the pimping master to the floor
“Oh, be good to me, my baby”
Put in storage the quips that sacrifice me.
My melodies are monoliths for Easter
Old rebel, black boots, unlaced
You need this, yes you do
Crippled pipelines and twisted phasers.
Scrapes that make it work again
A deluge of wit and stars
Scars, automobiles and keyboard dirt.
“I know what you know and more”
Said the pimping master to the floor
“Oh, be good to me, my baby”
Put in storage the quips that sacrifice me.
My melodies are monoliths for Easter
Old rebel, black boots, unlaced
You need this, yes you do
Crippled pipelines and twisted phasers.
41. For As Long As I Can
Comedy from dreary florists
Ends in mass massacre
Lights off and prayers spoken.
Broken tongues and inflicted bones.
Whats more or a less a decision
Virtual cutting to the scalps
Of cowards, nevertheless.
Sacred times are upon us now.
So tonight the dogs will eat
Your final eyes, before bed
Rest in nestling graves.
To monitor the living breathers.
Ends in mass massacre
Lights off and prayers spoken.
Broken tongues and inflicted bones.
Whats more or a less a decision
Virtual cutting to the scalps
Of cowards, nevertheless.
Sacred times are upon us now.
So tonight the dogs will eat
Your final eyes, before bed
Rest in nestling graves.
To monitor the living breathers.
40. Jill of the Bees
Why you didn't come forth?
I'll never know
You where adequate
From the last step to outset
My invader has unladened
To cherish Jill of the Bees
In my fifties, nineteen Nazis
Choose solutions and evict the dead.
I'll never know
You where adequate
From the last step to outset
My invader has unladened
To cherish Jill of the Bees
In my fifties, nineteen Nazis
Choose solutions and evict the dead.
39. Sugar Glider II
Undefined or so
When you want the whispers back?
You'll find all things lost, friend
The fault is all mine, so come to this feeling.
I'll tell you the truth, refining
Hey, my deep inside her sugar glider
When you want my slice
Earth cabins for cheap dice.
When you want the whispers back?
You'll find all things lost, friend
The fault is all mine, so come to this feeling.
I'll tell you the truth, refining
Hey, my deep inside her sugar glider
When you want my slice
Earth cabins for cheap dice.
38. When I Was The Future
Violent hope
Faithful slopes
You can't strip here, even carefully.
Not me, my Ma,
Over and out, Da
I'm taking no raps today.
This has been
Fun, 'till now
Now that I'm going away.
Time bides it's place and name.
Faithful slopes
You can't strip here, even carefully.
Not me, my Ma,
Over and out, Da
I'm taking no raps today.
This has been
Fun, 'till now
Now that I'm going away.
Time bides it's place and name.
37. Eagle Elephantine
It keeps ticking
How you decide on who lives
Let them drown but once, twice
Shaking terra firma at speed
Planets come and be amazed
I am wise, prize, disguise
Swimming 'neath your telescope
What makes mathematics of the fallen...
To maps of soul harbours
Trinkets of base metals
Petals from a black orchid
Dancing, a tonne at a time
When I grow up...
Want to be a baby elephant
Dry sand and wet dew
Decipher ancient scripts
From the time of Moses.
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