Deathblow
at that very moment,
whilst erecting your precious monument,
comes a small gust of wind
and you realize—
it was a house of cards
all along.
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Pseudonymous
a substitution conceptualized
paltriness elevated as perfection formulated
a guise internalized.
this name gone
with removal of virtues leery
gone under surgery.
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The Self
ever since the day we are born
a baby's cry.
perception of possessions - let your air in through my window
and also, your toys belong to me.
from the confines of our neurotic fortress
we place our bets on the benefits of befriending others.
just part of the collective unconsciousness
thinking only about rest and mother's milk.
and until the day we die
a baby's cry.
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The Enfolding
where the threat is exposed,
where the coping deteriorates,
where critters from the attic are let loose
procreating without our consent,
where everyone runs at their own pace
from the lives they have perceived.
no longer protecting against carnivores
in this day and age;
no longer tangible intimidations
in this day and age;
we have have been slowly but surely knitting
our own mental terrorism.
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Unknown Others
they are not part of your world;
people just like you,
breathing.
the best friends you will never meet,
the worst enemies that you do not clash with,
the dreamy lovers you wish you had;
they might as well be buried corpses,
not breathing.
some are in serious need
some are better off
some are somebody
to somebody else.
anonymously
every
single
day
strangers are we all.
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Rehabbers
as one enters
fragmented;
to set aside, to separate
two personas quarreling
inside the same person.
as one meets
fragmented others;
to identify, to join
two persons reminiscing
outside their subdued personas.
and some would like to fix the mess
and some would like to mess with one more fix.
behind the facade
you can sense the fear
we do not wish to wake up
from our hesitant paralysis.
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Hype, Demystified
it lies in the sleigh of the hand
it lies in explosions before triggers
it lies in making up for the fact.
it lies as the investment of an investment
it lies in the trajectory of its rapture
from itself towards itself
being reeled up in limbo
being enjoyed in its self-indulgence.
it lies baiting for a prize
which lies as the bait
it lies oxidized
in the pulling of airs.
it lied in a climaxing flux
out of nowhere towards nothing
it lied in the whimper of its orgasm
it lied in turning you on
it lied.
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Lavender
while we are too busy
acting all tidy
flawless.
they drag along with them
the stink of a society
that has forgotten
what it is to stink.
they pick up
we dropp down.
hunching their backs to the dirt of culture
cleaning up after the remains
of our consumed pleasures.
we dropp down
they pick up.
they used to be merely grown men
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Generic
whether to dress proper or bold
allow mimicry to be your pilot
(individuality is overrated)
acceptance is dependent on this.
absorb the influences of your comrades
the stamp of approval depends on the delivery
once the club is joined,
words are heard.
follow the herd to the slaughterhouse
(never mind asking what's going on)
be grateful:
you are of a healthy disposition,
and of greatest use;
another number.
at least free will remains;
without fat unneeded,
without bones unneeded,
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A Dance Symbolic
stimuli, stimuli:
a call to attention
sustained in engulfing patience,
linearity superimposed,
through collages of sensorial receptions;
a reminder that we are alive.
stimuli, stimuli:
a reaching out to cerebral withdrawn,
resurrection from the abduction within,
beyond stillness
beyond volatile
beyond yourself unto yourself
a seamless drama unfolding.
for every step, transformed
ever coming into being,
ever anew,
against cemented unbecoming;
in the momentum,
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