Archive for October 2017
Twizzle and Rain
It's a heavy burden
to make a living as a shrink,
a kink to an every fool
whose life sums up movies and eating.
Trying to contemplate the sunset,
the reason to everything,
while listening constantly
some stupid kind a champ
whose soul revolves
around self-pity and grieving...
Have you ever heard a person's crying
for being in love with Nutella?
No?
Then you haven't seen it all.
No, you haven't at all.
Have you ever heard a person's trying
to marry a bobcat doll?
No?
Well, then you have seen nothing at all.
No, you have not!
'Sorry boss, it's a twizzle and rain,
again that crazy one who waltzed down the drain.'
'Secretary, please hold all the calls,
till he fizzles 7Up with a pack of
sewerage flavored all-weather balls.'
2 chairs 1 lake
2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
and your mind - Aw, well -
she is here with me.
I always end up wielding your head
upside down,
I always end up on this peer
somehow...
Beast's a beast, no matter how you turn It,
lock It in a tower put It in a sty,
It's stripped of any purpose, a hilarious
joke paid by misery.
Do you hear that screaming laughter,
inside,
an overlapping song that falls within itself?
It's a sin to be that devious
without a proper sponsorship.
I want nothing, you'll take anything,
let's make a deal;
I be you and you be all me.
2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
so swim up here grab a seat,
take a fish, do you wish
to live a life in a dream;
drink its blood, eat that flesh,
feel the sun, breathe the air.
I'll make your wish come true,
you'll never be alone
in your fantasy about
the ghosted line towards the Moon.
Don't mind the magnitude,
a sunset, and the rain,
still and quiet it's just that part of a bay,
a Winter brought into the existence
with a soul,
on another side of a spring,
there is nothing to worry or fear.
PICTURE
queen
Any dishcloth can be a queen,
it's the King who rocks the board.
But, the only thing I have to do
is better of all the things you own.
You can
switch the trades with the rooks,
carve the knights in ebony and gold,
send bishops into the religious zeal,
play pawns and upcart any of them,
but all those fools who adopt your rules
have nothing on me, I desire
no prestige, faith, treasure or passion.
From all the crimes you crowned me with
I only want one, to be a Pendragon.
So, Bitch, rock it for me.
Because I'm Golden
There is a half being, in my mind.
It feels so wrong, luckily nobody saw him
because I'm golden.
So should I decorate him,
should I cream it with the glitter?
It feels so bad to say, but he is just like you
- shallow and needy, just like you,
- vain and overbearing, just like you,
- selfish and complicated, just like you.
Everything, everything in this world that
hurt me, blamed me, left me
is 'just like you'. And you are golden.
Not an ideal picture to digress,
but he even has friends.
I keep them all, I grew them as pets,
creepy crawlers and fun flowers,
a menacing dread, little nervous insects
at the back of my head.
I am golden and you're my Golden
- rage - ice age - rage-
and it's this half-thing behind ( my eyes)
that wants your admiration but
the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.
You are my golden rage,
I grew it against my top predators,
the dinosaurs and even now (when I told you)
I still want you to treat me like a little prince,
but the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.
Feed the Dragon
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Just sit here on my throne of petals and read
bleeding screams I wrote in her mind,
come on, shy and graceful moth
she is driving me off, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...
'What car I am driving, a steering sliding wrong way,
this girl must think I'm so nice and funny,
I want everything today, I don't even wear the makeup
- Montagne Rouge - but wait?!-
where I am, there is nothing in this town,
only the shadows, where are my children?'
It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on the impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!
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Everything that walks with your name,
they need so little, be aware,
when I dust the sand off their clothes and eyes
see the terror when a fairy-tale
substitutes with the madness, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...
I'm already in there, but don't show her my picture.
It's magic, it's a magical being!
And this is a pet cemetery, the hearth is falling,
cracking in the million fragments there and now,
don't forget to call just to be sure.
It's magic, it's a magical being!
It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!
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Grinnell Peak in Glacier National Park Montana America
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