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transluscentno.

not now.
maybe later..
or shortly after..
Maybe 6 o'clock(or during the orange sundown)..
Maybe after a Nap {with dreampop and a nightgown}

yes. exactly
after we dream of paradise and paraphernalias...

X marks the spot!

dig a wig,
put on the the wig,
then cover the eyes of the unconscious pig.

[Wait]

this' not X but a crucifix.
this is not the spot but a cemetery pot.
(hole)

peek outside and i knew I'd sigh.

Hello sunrise.

and hello death.
guess all sides' the wrong side of the bed.

Amen to sloth
GreenYou told me I was neon.

Not in the finger-scalding, eye-snatching,
you-wake-the-city-nights kind of way,

but more like a satisfying cough in the back of your lungs,
the white noise that blocks out all thought.

And I just laughed and called you a bastard.

But you.
You're my green.

It's like, when we kiss,
all I can feel is spring.

And I adore that you don't impose on the iris -
just sit in the background, waiting to be found
and the way your eyes smell of cut grass.

(reminding me of all the things we do in it
that we could never tell the grandkids)
opposite sunthe fact is that it
cannot be helped but to
stop, look and
listen and speak as it peaks, the swarming pre-grayscale of soaked towels,
the consistent vowels found upon
optimism-
rhapsodic or rhetoric in response to
open-wounds wide
enough  to allow pseudo-ecstascy to,
(for a slice of the promised land)
seep through the promised glands of stratus
and nimbus,
delicious

than any other but
perhaps a second course of upward teardrops
to my dearest bullshitflushed bouquet versus intimate parade,

paradox consumed. resume

the dominant nothing.

at least at most
you know you are
mahogany sundown at the whatever war

even gods like you neucrose like you do
for now i sure don't need a black tribe voodoo

reflection in a fogged circus mirror        
cremation with the same new (error).

statements are clearer than transparent.
all i want is a little hateyouowemehatred.sobeforeyouend.rendermeaboon.notenoughissaid.itisonlyfair
sinned upon a sailfinboxed inside an endward trap
trapped with death and liquid crap
crap, feet...CRAPPITYFEET
dreaming of times when my light would li†

monthly feasting on tad mistakes
stomach insanitates from this --> ache
although too-tired-too-sick to eat what's baked
still devours,
as ma'am Starvation begins to waKE

feces kiss...and eat deadfishes
rrrrrotten food on dhert-o-dishes
fate is dust. My life needs stitches,
stitches that could heal, these wounds by witches

unbreakable spell
inhospitable hell
on little hands i fell...

...(in) asleep

it was "fun" while it lasted
time to smile, now that i've depar†ed
it
twisted twins in multicoloured harmony
twisted thoughts by past rain and melody

so hard to be blank with all these monsters
thus tomato comment starts to conquer

chinese-button mushroom cravings
cinnamon clawings, never-ending
dancing tongues on a peppered plate
drinking coffee while we wait

weeepeee!
piercing skylights turned to gray
shine again but not today
soaky pillow-fights are on the way
happy dreams should come to stay

looooooong journeys due tomorrow
everything packed except sir sorrow
weeeeeeeeee!
descend! ascend! wish this trip would never end

swedish ear-candy overflow
vivid flashbacks on the go
para, parapapa
remember december/though the abstracted snow upon our porch the torch that warms shall eclipse by charm as we stimulate the youth innate to us from the start/
minimal herdSomehow, just for now
I need to depart from the flock,
                 from the pack,
                 back
straight to where the soloism of the dead
youth is kept
as
clean
as
black

to where there are no more
room for more

room
I presume

the blisscape people quote as solitude(?)

where there exists an absolute-
absence of conflicts causing audience and audience causing conflicts

I resume to tic.

With a diary secured, obscured,
    
mannerIf he were to be an animal
he would be a roadkill,
a streetfloor impasto, with his mouth sculpted to a shout

into a pout

around the dismissed possibility of speaking to the recently deceased,
remaining a sobbing mute and his tongue of passively acute.
       

He would be a trophy
for he employed the evidence of his worth,
his legend presented on a dish for supper.
a macabre memento of their flight
a macabre memento of his life.
With nothing but decapitated dignity, he's nothing but decapitated dignity.

He would be a delicacy,
he would be a  five-star flavoured slaughtered savior for
Mobile Phone.*INCOMING CALL*

“Hello?”

“Hi. This is Robert Follin calling about your credit card. I want to help you resolve your bad cre-”

“Go suck a zebra's twat, fuckface!”

*Click*
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satisfactorial discontent

:icont-a-d:

1.

It was mating season but, was a solo dog

god was bored

so he bore {one more}
a special kind his mind would find
exquisitely pronounced on and
in every square decimeter of every existence existing,

granting

his ungranted longing to accomplish things but to fuck
and his ungranted
longing to do nothing but to fuck.

god wanted more.
god wanted
explicitly more.


so god made you


.and god was pleased


2.

without quarrel, it's magic to drown in pleasure like the flowers, no matter (what)

however,
no matter (what)

to drown still, is to suffocate
suffocation leads to disorientation
disorientation topples onto panic
panic into suicide
suicide ends to end
to end is to drown and

god got tired

then god stood up

as day-to-day arousements was antonymed down to a regular fancy.

To god you threw your tasteless kiss,
who seemed to dismiss your mimicry of bliss
(as it seems to be)


so god took you out


.and god was pleased


today,
at least
:icont-a-d:
*PoetryBattles 's "Battle Of Opposition" poetry competition
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~thoughtdisorder Sep 14, 2008  Student General Artist
This is beautiful.
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!kLiT-sHy Aug 31, 2007
:worship:
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~t-a-d Aug 31, 2007
:salute:
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~damnedlostsoul Aug 29, 2007
galing... ang lalim... ang ganda ng mensahe... mahusay ka...
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~t-a-d Aug 30, 2007
salamat pare
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~HodmadodCreations Aug 28, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
awesome! :clap:
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~t-a-d Aug 30, 2007
thanks!
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~HodmadodCreations Aug 31, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
:salute:
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~MafeMau Aug 28, 2007
:winner: :trophy: :trophy: :trophy:
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~t-a-d Aug 28, 2007
thankthankyou!=)
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