Get It Up
Silence spans the canyons gulf
Between our hearts born disconcert
The hours conjugate the minutes
As reticence grovels our reproaches
Lies retreat through the French windows
Across the brick of Flemish bonds
As two pigeons stair their Interest
Cooing as their rapacious femurs
To observe the mirror of primate counterparts
Remotely connected in physical detachment
Between the stale sating sheets of pheromone odour
Sweating evaporation of delicate furor
She looks obsequiously at you with lightning speed
An annoyed smirk from a spoiled queen
Just as your breath implodes as your fingers twirl
The Excrement of passion is your autistic hell
All because the snake is crippled
And the king has lost the scepter
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What's There To Defecate On The T.V. Tonight?
Inoculate existence to the pleasures of the screen
Preying heed at the altar in the service the settee
Enrichment to the popcorn in sterilized excitement
Taste the artificial flavor that butters your confinement
Drift in the sea of static electro phosphate discharge
Catching the cheap thrills for dancing with the stars
Watch your altered cerebellum supernovas serotonin
For that macabre fetish when Criminal Minds is on
You know you'll find excitement in another rerun
A life of two dimensions in Sony stereo speakers
Pull a sitcom or a drama imitating your connections
Until all that's left of us is hologram seductions
What's there to see on HD TV?
Just the bread and circus of enlightened society
Click Switch, Click Switch, and Click switch
Static eyes disolve pupils dilate and twitch
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To my mother (a forgotten Martyr)
To My Mother a forgotten Martyr
Neither listed in a textbook,
or in the passing of a scripture
But the model of parental virtue
A saintly jewel of unyielding endearment
Who binds the spell of a child's love
Through Crafting a soul from the mold of her hands
Your deeds are multi folded
A Jill of trades of myriad talents-
Diplomat to teenage rage
Physician to a child's tears
And warrior of dirty diapers
Yours is a resume of impeccable qualities
A polyglot from minervas school -
Teacher, provider and moral compass guide
You exceed your occupation with amazing degree
And for that your certified with honored praise
If I had all the fortune from the world for you
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Disposable Society
Annex the boreal
to make a bigger lavatory
Decapitate a Douglass
to use its corpse as toiled paper
As an aerosol aromas,
freshly minted with Pine fragrance
Celebrate a holocaust
depleting the outer permafrost
Flat screen TV's and old P.C.'s,
Reeboks Shoes fulfill our priceless needs
ten thousand years destroyed for redesigned geography
A million years to weep for seeds as mementos of
Our Disposable society
Adios too Jack pines,
make a wave for more mini malls
Halogen lamps improve the sun,
A/C air is better rune
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Babies In A Jar
Mrs. Lewis keeps her trophies
All tucked inside glass jars
their kept as secret prizes
Where prying eyes can’t find
Their won from every summer
Through triumphs for losing
Her first base each trimester
From when she cruised for bruising
They’ll never grow too idle
The birds and bees she poisoned
She knows they’ll never toil
With tears from vicious bullies
Each day she makes a visit
Inside a surreptitious fridge
Where there are angel triplets
Indisposed of there remains
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Only Human in the Light
You are everything I want in neat little package of unquestionable desire…, and everything I am compelled to be repelled for - Love, Sex, Lust Greed, the avarices of the guilty and the human.
On one hand I want to feel your body pulsating vibrantly against me as if you are a completion of unity that I have always wanted to know as the forbidden fruit and synergy of two united beings in mind… spirit… and most of all…… flesh
But then the other hand turns and it hits the nerve like acid rain, and you make me disgusted!
To want you, is an aberration of what I am, to think that I would allow another human being to suck this power out of me! And pierce the heavy armor I have wool myself in to protect myself against the lecherous claws of inhibitions of human skin. I hate, that I'm compelled by animal forces to blind me by the laws of natural selection which never feel natural to myself
Sometimes it feels like it would be easy to kill a billion, and hit a vein to tap the blood like sap from a tree. It feels so pure to always want to hate and destroy and burn, then it is to want to feel the touch of lips for the sake… of a kiss…
Because when I look at you there are two sides of my mind, one is the human compassionate element found in the thirst for love or the closest proximity of love in passion, in those moments I feel like you heal me with your body. That's the human side
The other is pure reptilian and malevolent who sees all forms of intimacy as a threat, and you are a threat to my stability and my integrity, you damage to my bodies equilibrium and most stable reasoning and I want to hide away into the bottom of an endless keep hoping to forget your face which has trapped me in amber with your angelic face of pure sin.
I wish I could have the things that come so easily to others, but the thing of it is… I'm only human in the light.
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Nazi At The Gate Of The Souls Rear Mirror
I bleed a trench coat father me black
With ankle bootstraps to keep my irises pat
My soul mate companion is a cast iron cross
Through deviant creation I am purity in frost
Childhood tears commune the true rites of spring
From the father whose future is planned with a whip
And the teachers, whose rules are not well equipped
To guard the sheep from wolves that dance in the crowds
Play cowboys and Indians but not for much long
The ailments of adulthood will soon be passed on
And mourn for the brother who will not see the sun
Hold him close to escape the ghost you will become
Create our escape in the perfect order that will make
Alone in our minds with a thousand years to define
Tribute to Caesar, who pay spears of his legions
And the 300 Spartans, we'll covey our tribulations
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Happy Birthday Mrs S.G. (but Marina's My Girl)
Upon first glance I was betrothed to your vision
Arrested to your sin of immaculate possession
That adhered to my conscience of a cursed ruby crying
For its mistresses hand for eternal grace and salvation
To be chaste in your arms of quiet endearment
Of no cynical depravations enchant to your amusement
Although you traffic in passion, and sensual tigers
I'll never forsake or condemn your dalliance in the choir
That sings ancient hymens to the odes of Babylon's
Triumphant professions and hedonistic liaisons
You're my Venus Magdalene and Chatterley Godiva
Dressed pure in the filth of the naked heart's desire
And while carnal fervour entrenched me at first
It was your intellect reciprocity that enamoured my heart
Reading Kierkgaards laments of a cold universe
And embracing Sartre's fascination with the essence
That liberated your freedom to invest in Carpe Diem
Scratching a life completely out of pockets serpents Eden
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Yes John I Can Dance
People can laugh
and deride me with ridicule
Blast me in chlorine gas
And think I'm abominably parochial
They can call me a penny
Who can never rise above a dollar
Spring a broken spinning jenny
Shaking ever shifting heddles
But I got two solid feet
Which are never in reverse
Synchronized to always jest
In my private universe
Yes John I can dance
I never participate
Because I don't have a partner
That can operate in relation
To the fluid of my momentum
My astronautic locomotion
Is beyond you normal gravitation
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Martha My Dear
Martha my dear I'm sorry to hear
The bittersweet end of your nations song
once there were legions of delicate wings
And a choir of millions in a vaulted horizon
They lay retired performing a solemn requiem
Embodied in you the guardian of sorrow
A legend in flesh from the moment of birth
Just a moving epitaph and a myth that could breath
Convicted souvinir in a gilded cage for tourist
For the carrions desert, for holiday recollections
Destined to reside as a bittersweet lesson
What you never know to cherish or take refuge in
Is gone before the tone of midnight strock
Martha never heard the calls of spring
Or bathe in the rays of the summertime parade
She reigned as a queen to an endless winter
Entomed on a thrown where the sun casts no warmth
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