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These are my quads. There are many like them, but these are mine.
My quads are my best friends. They are part of my soul. I must master them as I must master my life.
My quads, without me, are useless. Without my quads, I am empty. I must ride my quads true. I must swerve, crossover, skid, jump and swivel through all obstacles. I must go fast and go hard. I will…
My quads and I know that what…
A dreadful delight, deep and nice
Cool slick with black clicks, hollowed right
Clockwork deformity stitched tight
The inhaled breath from the darkling weakness dressed in a cloak of metal and mint rusting tears. I seek you out and bow to your presence.
Laughing malady hot this night
Oddity circus side show fright
Freakishly formal magic light
Striding with wolves upon a mirrored forest floor that…
Breath in that fog spore poison brand, anti-human cleft breath fan. Suck into your virgin heart nice and deep. Let it corrupt your sight, twist your thought, and sear the fear to your very sweat sleet.
Believe in it’s cancer milk. Consume that rotting nectar pelt, from breasts of long dead kings, in far forgotten caves extreme. Become the wrath of guiltless tyranny flight. Sweep the gutter slime…
In the gray light I stand in rain
I was lost in stale mundane
An abandoned drone in pale pain
Flat foot clicks in a hall, no stain
Block glass to concrete solid framed
Then I felt your blood cry
You woke me to you miracle
Everything rang clear in my eyes
You told me your name and my heart blurred
For it was the most beautiful sound I ever heard
The days of fear will throw their fit
I can taste the stars on your peach lips glimmering with rays of light, warm and bright. The sugar sand you leave on my pallet dissolves into that sweet nectar of sticky comfort.
In tune with latitude motion, my heart ebbs to your eastern crest. Oh, my queen of birthing forever ascension in crisp dew reflections. You melt my gentle frost fall like only your love can. Feeding the life within this…
She walks in the room like a whirling dervish, picking up every speck of a lonely heart in the hurricane wind she sways.
For she is a dame.
Fishing in this ocean with her eyes that she sees amidst the solitary pleas of the seas fathom steeped.
Her dame voice vibrates that trance lullaby reggae oboe harmonic, like all dames, with their dame ways.
It was a sign she delivered. A sign of trouble,…
I am as of a dirty faith bleeding with an ache of nude desire. Door locked and tires rumbling on this highway I ride.
Driven at a speed by a nature only felt in my gut and gently accelerating over a gravel chain of unanswered questions.
I am strapped in tight. My skin peals and flakes off the devastating sunburn from the blowing wind. Pasting a film of sorrow on my rear window clouded.
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Goose the butter vicar punch
Poke your fatty face dance
Finger folly fanning dunce
By way of fragment pants
He has the only dark talk
Jagged bog finger blood lance
Ravenous fang soul suck punt
Feather handle jagged stance
Hidden package damp bowl cunt
He scrawls with only dark chalk
Climb through lightning spider amps
Opalescent crusty munch
Tip tap tonguing lead paint rant
Knock folly hollow head…
I inhale your melody harp rhyme
A vibrating love vine
Its reaching though my mind
Till it strikes through my memory boat
Ship wrecking into hope
Harpooning my heart note
Then it injects it’s poison ice pick
Melting my jelly quick
Making it warm to lick
My veins turn into mocha sugar
Caffein infused pewter
You now shape my future
Like a puppet you have me hung up
Your fingers bend my luck
What are we but a random act of confusion, apatite, and builders.
However, what if we are so much more immensely multiplied? What if the completely random is a cosmic web of purpose, incomprehensible fate we all play apart of to create and divine miracles we ourselves have yet to notice? Not per-say to have impact outside the very realm we occupy. Just encompassed through the energy that we are…
White lances of light reflecting off every surface you touch during this wonderful dance we attend under the stars of light and love
Two weaving noble miracles like spheres of air pulled under water will always rise toward the heavens together when the endless gravity from this land reluctantly releases its hold.
There is not a conflict of good and evil that can prevent such a union. Light and…
Black cat jumping at the break of dawn
See those spirits run and soar about
Just be calm
Telling us what is going on right now with your charm
Black cat speaking at the light of day
Philosophizing about your life
Go to the perch of knowledge and write down what you say
Black cat sneak
Black cat weep
Run to be free and scream it beep-beep
Random thoughts of good and evil pour out when…