my bleeding tongue
your razor lips
something's wrong
maybe I'm losing my grip
your steely eyes
my common disguise
I see this world burning
but the churning sun still shines
I sense everything is yearning
yet the chill moon refuses to speak
there once was that perfect time
together we reached passion's snowy peak
once love was both yours and mine
we watched each rising tide
swarm every storm swept beach
where bleeding hearts reside
all those heady moon beams
spark and glint off salty waves
illuminating every frothy place
where difficult love always hides
love is both fire and rain
still I'm senselessly burning
so much emotion in one refrain
such torrid self-immolation
my torrential mind is turning
romance quelled by self-preservation
what if stellar heaven
is a damp dark place
what if seven turgid hells
make up that love lost space
how deep is every demon well
some a molten fiery pit
my pitching guts are churning
wond'ring what went so horribly wrong
my wretched tongue is bleeding
still missing your steely lips
my stitched-up eyes are blurry
from all the bloody tears I've cried
I'm drowning in love's horrid slurry
remembering my hands upon your lurid hips
no matter how hard I've tried
those stolid feelings I try to bury
come gushing back
like a morbid rising rushing tide
some flush day
maybe we'll understand and see
display a perfect way
where wonderland creation
passionately serves
every deserving open mind
when being human
means we truly know
that loving hearts
are true are kind

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that iconic alphabet I imagine . . .
cuneiform lines and words I want to write . . .
transfer hermetic thought that risks engagement . . .
gather foreign ideas from both left and right . . .
stack alien expression up and down . . .
vocal towers in some idealistic arrangement . . .
deranged I'm typing mist and clouds . . .
carving poems out of life's gifts and estrangement . . .
I wonder if these ideas are some infringement . . .
do ghostly words reveal cringing spectres . . .
hidden by darkened veils and flowing shrouds . . .
what about that shimmering holy ghost . . .
could the glimmer of a timid breeze . . .
host any creative or rigid revolution . . .
perhaps the turgid earth itself . . .
might crack wide open . . .
break a sacred seal . . .
repeal all those sinful written things . . .
penance and atonement cannot heal . . .
now my heart and spine are tingling . . .
I'm appealing to a squelching dragon . . .
something filched mingling with my senses . . .
I'm wanting to rise up . . .
expose every belching dragon's fiery tongue . . .
I want to roar so loudly . . .
that the frigid moon will shake . . .
create an earth shattering quake . . .
erupt like the fiery sun . . .

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 love . . . 

so much piss and fuck . . . 

I feel like snorting coal dust . . . 

shoot me up with heavy crude . . . 

just so I feel . . .  

something . . . 

besides . . . 

all this piss and fuck . . . 

 

 

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false hope
direction
won't be changed
people opened
Pandora's box
current time
can't be rearranged
no such thing
as real peace talks
hang on
down this slippery slope
past the point
no return
climate shock
do you
really believe
mankind will cope
absolutely everything
abscission is strange
witness God Zilla
absentia has finally come
notice Mothra
close in pursuit
entering this Hydra zone
a recurring  tone
count those tight-necked suits
tied to all their bloody flooding
ignorant creation
all this blinding lightning
more thundering volcanoes
erupting and corrupting
while this interrupted world moans
blundering and frightening
beyond belief
imaginary enlightening
not so much
as compassionate relief
what should we
believe in
so lost faith
what could sympathy
empathy reveal
what a symphony
three-headed dragons
are truly real
what fiery hope
can there be
if monsters and dragons
can't sense or feel
love and compassion
every failed and forgotten
climate action deal
such a failure
powerful hearts are rotten
life of the planet
hope is what they steal

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everyday war
those survivors
wonder why
while others died
veteran soldiers
still wounded
scarred by battle belief
dissected pieces and exploded parts
left behind in blind relief
haunting nightmare battlegrounds
those daunting dark nights
when screaming never stops
where horror has been found
deathly certain
regimented war finds
stealth in kind
by war and warlords
peace sent into abhorrent battle
enemies with a single bloody mind
everyday soldiers and civilians
so many casualties of war
some inductees and survivors
asking what and why
so truth and brothers died
hoping mother peace
what if we try
healing comes
wedged from deep inside
but sledge enemies
equipped with sharp incisors
there's this hammering
bang bang banging
inside my head
damn damn banging
making me shudder and stutter
I'm slurring all my thoughts
mixing up my words
making me continually wonder
why in this fearful modern world
I only see and hear
muttering and stammering
none of which is clear

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here we are in monsterville
a cruel heartless place
where crucifixion is the public will
still society puts on a more polite face
those boulders and stones
strewn in the bumpy road
fallen bits of burnt heaven and poisoned earth
in the muddy ditch sits that sage toad
singing about worthy nature
croaking about what diversity is worth
here we are in twistedville
this screwed-up mind game place
where burning at the stake
seems a wholesome kill
accountable hierarchy
talking about divinity
of course we can't forget race
here we are in big brotherville
a void and consummately alien place
where pandemonium is the public will
still society puts on a less panicked face
here we are in systemic somewhereville
wrecks and rocks litter every road
such a disrespected world
atmosphere is cracked and broken
those falling bits of shit and piss
relegated fear is commonly spoken
still society thinks
reaction is delegated positive
negatively a hit or miss
those token demons
presiding in apocalyptic hell
publicly called upon
presidentially awoken
 

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