GEAS OF THE ONES
Shards of twisted arm
bones
in a room
with incense burns up the wall
burns on you
I weaved grasses through the bars of sheened glass
soiled with desperate finger printclutches
covered like the ones I saw
on the public toilet wall.
Humming creases of broken orange,
rescinding the Geas on our parts for nowt,
trailing roads of whitey towers and...
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Shards of twisted arm
bones
in a room
with incense burns up the wall
burns on you
I weaved grasses through the bars of sheened glass
soiled with desperate finger printclutches
covered like the ones I saw
on the public toilet wall.
Humming creases of broken orange,
rescinding the Geas on our parts for nowt,
trailing roads of whitey towers and...
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Today was not a good day, neither was yesterday or the day before. Suffering set backs and let downs, feeling pummeled by the world, making bad choices out of hurt and anger. Instant regret, self destructive bents that pull all the walls around you down.
Everything you once stood for, or at least you believed you stood for in pieces. Through my actions. Those of...
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Everything you once stood for, or at least you believed you stood for in pieces. Through my actions. Those of...
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sophie_ski:
It does exist...you are bound to be self destructive you arent ready for it.
Its like pudding. If you eat your pudding before dinner it sucks, however good it is. Everything just isnt right. But if you eat it after dinner its right. Its perfect and you feel pure content.
Weird analogy, I know! but I think in terms of food.
Once you have had your fill of dinner, pudding will just work. Even though you want it now.
Its like pudding. If you eat your pudding before dinner it sucks, however good it is. Everything just isnt right. But if you eat it after dinner its right. Its perfect and you feel pure content.
Weird analogy, I know! but I think in terms of food.
Once you have had your fill of dinner, pudding will just work. Even though you want it now.
gigondas:
I don't think there is a key.
Just wake up every day and try to do your best, be your best.
Or just drink.
Just wake up every day and try to do your best, be your best.
Or just drink.
LONDON -> CAROLINA -> NYC -> LONDON
Flaunted birds flight spays the feather clouds, whizzing and humming over the silent wings of the church on the North parkside. Elevated semblant rye talk comes all comely in my ear of my flying partner, the Scots widow fraught in conversational joy announces my oeuvre to the constancy masses congregated in rows, rows, rows.
The ache of the...
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Flaunted birds flight spays the feather clouds, whizzing and humming over the silent wings of the church on the North parkside. Elevated semblant rye talk comes all comely in my ear of my flying partner, the Scots widow fraught in conversational joy announces my oeuvre to the constancy masses congregated in rows, rows, rows.
The ache of the...
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gigondas:
About London, how so?
gigondas:
Never even been to Europe. Canada once. That's it.
I've often dreamed of London. There's just so much to cover here, first, ya know.
Is London as mad as New York?
I've often dreamed of London. There's just so much to cover here, first, ya know.
Is London as mad as New York?
SWANS IN ALCHEMY GREY
I wait for the watchings of
swans sketched in alchemy grey,
swanning over sympathy the
slaked lakes sinister and wild
left me anxious for new ways of feeling,
hushed angels buckled in rust
swooping too high with pearly wings
so murky the snow knocks me out,
I don't care for it,
the broken mirror blues,
my breath in your hair could...
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I wait for the watchings of
swans sketched in alchemy grey,
swanning over sympathy the
slaked lakes sinister and wild
left me anxious for new ways of feeling,
hushed angels buckled in rust
swooping too high with pearly wings
so murky the snow knocks me out,
I don't care for it,
the broken mirror blues,
my breath in your hair could...
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gigondas:
I had an utterly amazing time. Best vacation ever.
Where in the East Village were you? That's where I stayed.
Where in the East Village were you? That's where I stayed.
gigondas:
My feet were in agony by day three.
New York definitely demands you walk her streets.
New York definitely demands you walk her streets.
I throw out
six crumbles of cheese,
a cornice of stale baguette and
noodles thinly veiled in a Kung Po sauce
and I contemplate another night spent on the floor of the front room.
Burnsandbruises on my ribsandhips.
'heavy spooning',
fizzing pages of Ulysses and Big Sur,
alternating chapters,
desolations and dharmas,
quite the literary theologian
consorting with my two favourite Jacks and James.
Lindy-hops...
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six crumbles of cheese,
a cornice of stale baguette and
noodles thinly veiled in a Kung Po sauce
and I contemplate another night spent on the floor of the front room.
Burnsandbruises on my ribsandhips.
'heavy spooning',
fizzing pages of Ulysses and Big Sur,
alternating chapters,
desolations and dharmas,
quite the literary theologian
consorting with my two favourite Jacks and James.
Lindy-hops...
Read More
Lady Muck and all of her Friends
On the face of it
the skull beneath the skin
squeals with impassioned smiles,
tears glistened green under the lights,
eyescohort: our man
dwindled in unconscious want of milk from a tit,
to hang freely from it,
bare and
open,
hessian coated arms
cremated in the gutter of weeds
astride the front gate of dark,
mumbling lies in...
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On the face of it
the skull beneath the skin
squeals with impassioned smiles,
tears glistened green under the lights,
eyescohort: our man
dwindled in unconscious want of milk from a tit,
to hang freely from it,
bare and
open,
hessian coated arms
cremated in the gutter of weeds
astride the front gate of dark,
mumbling lies in...
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BOLIVIA
Enduring the hardship of late ice
together we hike up the mountain to Olympus
to make the heart beat strong,
robust in the face of pain and beauty
courteously our muscles want,
ache, give and come
under the strain of the livery of the dead.
In warm blood we defy the banner
sealed by vanquished oil and heroes laid to sand.
Committed in infamy,...
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Enduring the hardship of late ice
together we hike up the mountain to Olympus
to make the heart beat strong,
robust in the face of pain and beauty
courteously our muscles want,
ache, give and come
under the strain of the livery of the dead.
In warm blood we defy the banner
sealed by vanquished oil and heroes laid to sand.
Committed in infamy,...
Read More
Today the slovenly Winter Sun grew
across the empty train platforms of cold years passed,
lonesome singular lovers hesitating before the call they should make,
the drop of silver or nickel into the cashbox beneath,
finger punched numbers run to faded numerals
etched with the memory of half-dialled confessions,
contacts,
commiserations,
celebrations,
commemorations
chill the earpiece weighted with remembrance against each ruddy cheek,
pensive frost...
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across the empty train platforms of cold years passed,
lonesome singular lovers hesitating before the call they should make,
the drop of silver or nickel into the cashbox beneath,
finger punched numbers run to faded numerals
etched with the memory of half-dialled confessions,
contacts,
commiserations,
celebrations,
commemorations
chill the earpiece weighted with remembrance against each ruddy cheek,
pensive frost...
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niobe:
Happy Holidays!
Today the slovenly Winter Sun grew
across the empty train platforms of cold years passed,
lonesome singular lovers hesitating before the call they should make,
the drop of silver or nickel into the cashbox beneath,
finger punched numbers run to faded numerals
etched with the memory of half-dialled confessions,
contacts,
commiserations,
celebrations,
commemorations
chill the earpiece weighted with remembrance against each ruddy cheek,
pensive frost...
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across the empty train platforms of cold years passed,
lonesome singular lovers hesitating before the call they should make,
the drop of silver or nickel into the cashbox beneath,
finger punched numbers run to faded numerals
etched with the memory of half-dialled confessions,
contacts,
commiserations,
celebrations,
commemorations
chill the earpiece weighted with remembrance against each ruddy cheek,
pensive frost...
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At the end of our broken and ragged love exchange
we cordially shook hands across the departing carriage of the train
you flashed your small boutique bought shoes
once I was so easily excused of retaining any semblance of suspicion.
Apparently I never grasped the bigger themes
of passing romance or sexually transmitted disease
only those of whisky, lie and gin, vodka
and revolution enthused,...
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we cordially shook hands across the departing carriage of the train
you flashed your small boutique bought shoes
once I was so easily excused of retaining any semblance of suspicion.
Apparently I never grasped the bigger themes
of passing romance or sexually transmitted disease
only those of whisky, lie and gin, vodka
and revolution enthused,...
Read More
gigondas:
Tell Tale signs then?
darkangelazrael:
God I truly miss that shit. I hope you are well and are treating yourself as you deserve to be treated. If not, then take me with you, if i am not a help i sure as hell will not be a hindrance. VIVA LA REVOLUCION!!