it starts all over again
the love, the joy and the experience
fortunate to be breathing
listen out to the markings of an inner groove
to be able to dance in step
to convulse and to gyrate like light
shooting in from the heavens
motion in still waters
the man just stares blankly unto fans
in his chair
comfort i'll find within your breath
the closeness
the warmth of the mist
moist and mixed with the tears
my tears
cold and iced... on my warm skin
feels so chilly
gates of hell flung out
wake of devastation
white light and chaos
the theories
bending
light
"glimpses" nov12

shimmerings
shillings
spare change 
for the homeless
forgiveness
for the foetus's
blood shared between
lovers
blind
mute
quadrapelic
i've forgotten about you
the one
sense me to love
make me
and break she
fortold the wretch
climbing down
steeple - 
face not
peer into the hearts of the crowd
windows of temptation
portals of opputunity
so systametic
everything symmetrical
seperate the spirals
meld
flaunt
tease
that twinkle in your eye
the hint of joy in your laughter
the gait in the walk
all make me worried
terrified
never before beknowest
hold it in between gasps
desperately trying to say something
anything
everything
in the dark
falls apart
in the light
displays all that is might
a horrible sight
a soul is blight
only to cry
eternally 
wailing
waiting
mailing
found
"underwear models" nov14


sweat glistens in the scorching noonday sun
as sledgehammers cave into skulls
dust cloggs the nostrils
a little hard to breathe
too difficult to cease
the dry bones
creak in the storm of hail
screaming fire from my lungs
louder till i'm breathless
motionless
the moon cools the anxiety
a fullness in the circles
concentric
trancendence
a raven
crack
overtures
"reveal yourself to me" nov15


fun's over
though we're too serious
as water washes a larynx
so too the coldness
that seems to numb the hurt
and perhaps not feeling
is the method
to self preserve
to live longer
and perhaps win the entire world
meet me black under the moon
and as the rain-clouds dance beyond the twilight
mention it to me once more
that peace
for without feeling
i feel no peace
i feel nothing
and nothing really exists
when everything touches you
and you can reach out
reach in
breathe out 
breathe in
oh where for art thou?
twitching the head
as you look beyond the realm
trying to catch a glimpse of something unknown
and let it all come out
it could get fun again
but i'm not counting on it
"manholes" nov26








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