collapsed

I must sleep now
Before the hangmans noose collapsed
Upon the jugular
Of my throats and coat
This tuxedo
Of a bow tie neck
In an intrinsic
Back hurt
I can't share with my friend
I'm all alone
I've never been the beginning
Nor the end
The trimester of the semester
In terms
Try
Me a river, shiver on electronic strings
And whatever that may bring
White water rapid
Paddles, snapped in white waves
Brains concaved
Nor the end
My habitual
Heroine,  of the French resistance
Joan of ark the stark, realisation
Of the coffee morning
Upon the dawning
Of life's triggered traps
Before the hangmans noose
Collapsed

beauty and ugly

try.
Into the cell wall of beauty and ugly,
Of hatred and fairy skin that we both wore
Like a second within, a minute, taken hours
Collapsing in hate, shedding the weight, of scales,
To a core, to an astronomical observatory
That only the engaged can see
We danced.
Entranced in hynopsis
Mesmerised my love
Dissolved,
On an oak tree, branch, on leaves of autumn rare
Colours on a horses back, I saddle
Amongst raw leathers smile
Intrigued and beguiled
In wonderment,
Of orange hues
And sentences, discontinued
Before, the electric chair
The ponderous rape of hate and despair
I'm just a no one, the flutter of a passing moth wings
Varicose vein
Class me as insane
Yet never to my face
The embrace
Try
One more passing
Before it's too eventual
For you and me.
Draw to a conclusion
Of a Sunday nights horror show
I'll be drunk on a Monday morning
My cheeks all a glow
Try
Me one more time
I'm the ignition
The posistion of resistance
We danced.
Oh how we danced
In the cell walls
Of beauty
Hypnosis

The Shakespeare of the crude and the crass

I crawled, on hands and knees, on shattered glass and wood chipping shavings
The pine needles stabbed into my inner arms veins, pronounces of pricks and misbehaving
Heart of mussels pounding within the shoreline bound, the crying, dreams in Parisian bars
Cocktails toasted amongst straws of hay, through the sipping lips , the freaks in the circus of the bizarre.

Then, in a Grimm story, the wolf danced on the memory , of the hood in red of the riding
A piano shadow, so illicit, so flaccid of the brain ordered to relax, in case of the mother threatening a hiding.
So painful princess. So raped , so inebriated, do suffice as to suffocate
In the forest of my uncle, the carbuncle of the foot of strife, I never told, in order for my mother to appreciate.

My beauty, my absolutely, my French connection I'm the red flag of a ruined dune of sand easing onto shore
Part of the plan. Sparer of Devils, on black and white vortex, corroding on pipes of peace folklore
She lead me through tunnels of darkness and savvy trials of heartless and memories relaxed in denials
Kick up the feathers in the desert of dust, in the wonderlust, the blunderbuss , shrapnel of truth and trials

Come at me sugar tits, tempting me into the hive so I know where I belong,
I'll tell you where, I'll always
be a part of the lyrics, a jigsaw piece, relaxed, peace, of zen the song
Chances amongst dancers
Parisian bars. That is where my mother left me, that's why my love I'm so fucked up
The reason I can't marry you, it's the abondenent issue, pass me the fucking tissue

Of inconsolable
Pricks of misbehaving
There was no point in grasps amongst shattered glass
For I am the Shakespeare's of the crude and and the crass.

sharks teeth

Twenty dollars left
In the right pocket dressed,  waistcoat
The final inheritance, of my child's father street hustler
Intrinsic heart stamper , claw finder, grabber of his mothers throat.

Swags of treasure distributed in the old ghetto
From the wallet of the wealthy, the ivory rhino black and blue
You didn't see me whispering amongst autumns leaves
Precious, like the hanged man , on the spiders web , during the morning dew

I did it all for you son, created a world of embarrassment, intrinsically caught in a clockwork
The part of an apparition see through, lopped off head, beggers permission
I cried a trillion times for what I did, but accept what I am child
I'm a cause, I'm the beginning , I'm the end, the stand up, in court an admission.

So trapped inside the sharks teeth, a cocktail stick digging out the decaying fish meat
I deserve a  ghetto swerve of justice, gallows of pines on trees intertwined
A sunset caught the branches, the veins of the mighty oak barking like a dog
No where else to seek, no one else to find

I slept.

I slept, on logs of the finest wood, backbreaking, yet the tired bones snapped of reason
Spines languishing , amongst the purity of an afterthought, a billion dollar sky of blue
I never hated my mother,
 yet my father was the different reason, my anticipation dies
There's a municipality that howls towards the moon, my hurt within this evening ,
Papa was the reason, papa cooked my meat of a desperate stew.

I slept in dreams, that had abondened the thoughts of process, regress, amongst hypnotised fields
Of dew, on corns scarecrows cry, in the battle shocks electric lightening
Frightening
against the protest, that my head did shatter, the matter, of tomorrow's cells walls
Against the cheapest motels bourbon, disturbing,
Hightening
Waterfall.

I slept. Yet, the regret I tried so very hard to forget,  the beatings, the hellish lies
The rouge on cheeks, the mother so meek, she allowed all the pain
To happen in a fashion, of shadow ballerinas, tip toeing on silk
Cute. the face of reason. I, the shout amongst the silent, no more insane.

I slept. In a nicotine fingered nest, cradled in the obsessed, the regressed hypnosis mind
A figure father reason, the point of why I tried
To escape. Just one more time. I needed absolution, I craved the essence
The effervescent point of mathematical science, of help on a desert road
I draw myself inwards, turtle neck hung and strung in a brief triumphent explode

I slept amongst the dead. Yet all I remembered was the sky so blue on pure
My mother still protects me to this day amongst the integral clocks and cogs,
I slept on dreams of aspirations , I cried on billion dollar sky's
On finest woods and logs.

The zebra yellow sun

Start as you mean to go on. The mercury of your heart temperature, a gage, of the masters
Finish within, the second, of a first tripped on the sidewalk, of the mind, the creator of disasters
Of biblical psalms, coloured against the realms of black and white, of horizons zebra yellow sun
Toes dipped in the ocean,  of the imbeciles phone , while you're holding on.

Spinning around, the sound of lions roaring on tribulations, suppositions of superstitious beliefs
How much deeper am I allowed to go, because I have plenty left in the tank of robbers and thieves
The mask of plenty, an introvert crying against the cheek of the concrete wall
I'm a hostage, chained, a handcuffed bondage, I have nowhere else to dial, no one else to call.

If I can delve, just for a minute second, I need my mothers hand to guide me
I crave her finger tips to caress me back to life, I need her strength to help this soul to see
To show and Provide an ancient warrior, still fighting on this realm
For I am blinded as we stand, the cataracts,  pupil , coated by a film.

It's the evening, a different season, spiced, amongst dictators that will always die
No longer the king of my mind, for I am the master , I am the reason why I laugh and I cry
I am the ruler of my own destiny. I am the power, the gage and the master
You no longer inhabit the cell of my brain, I'm the artist of this particular disaster.

It's a self portrait, taken in a mirror of reflection,
I chose to dalliance, tipped toes on ballerinas cramped direction
Start as you mean to go on, that's the advice I give you my son
And always scan the horizons, for the zebra yellow sun.

Introspection

Introspection is a part of what I am, dissolving acids otherwise known as mind games
chess taking  a queen taking the knight, fight all you want, the result still remains the same
Your pawns have been sacrificed for the good of the deeds, you told throughout history
The gorillors of the jungle that taught me the crazy the bud of the morning that's allowed me to breathe

Sunrises of a horizons distance away, setting like clay in an ordinate orange hue
I figured out a billion conclusions in a vivid second, tell me you liar if it's true
Y'all will nevertheless, see through cocktail dress on that distressed road again
To the double click of heels Dorothy in a different real. , cry for a doctor, flatline, insane.

I'm wandering, I don't think I'm a part of you anymore. I'm that obscure angle you struggle with at thawing ice shelves  math class at school.
I'm the fucking realm of the headteachers office combined with Master hop skotch twist a limb fool
If at the end of sunsets tears the orange the red the hue of every pond reflection cries on the intric brain
He dissapesred into shadows ,he dissolved into haste, he twitched, that pumping , throbbing vein.

I ask the question
Some believe in birds circling
I ask if that was fun
When I recommend
A vulture
Of the only son and daughters light
A forsaken point  An end. The harbour. The fight

My lover. The end of a jigsaw pyramid
I'm relaxed


I'm.  



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