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- | Part I Scraping of the brackish lips. | ||
- | Insults aimed at being swift. | ||
- | of salt on untamed tongues. | ||
- | touching storm-like prayers of death | ||
- | aimed at them to heal, | ||
- | but water the roots of hellish foliage. | ||
- | Quickly stepping victim taps the | ||
- | pavement with souls | ||
- | Repeating drums of walking; through | ||
- | quiet clean downtown streets. | ||
- | Looking for solutions and questions | ||
- | that he never could ask. | ||
- | left hurt … n | ||
- | left injured | ||
- | a Soul was torn; by steel fibers scraped of aging | ||
- | doors in winter sun | ||
- | against his cold heart, like bad | ||
- | thoughts. | ||
- | He recalls what brought this on. | ||
- | Speaker of storm; | ||
- | torturing reservoirs until overflow. | ||
- | incoherent responses causing sleepish | ||
- | drifting in wonderland. | ||
- | bring me home and dis’confuse me now. Part II | ||
- | Solved problems take me quickly to beds of | ||
- | nails; | ||
- | piercing flesh, bone against metal. | ||
- | life against confusion. | ||
- | still and smooth, against my bones. | ||
- | tranquil, like sunday sun at Pancake | ||
- | breakfast. | ||
- | On sleep in days during important | ||
- | bliss. well, bliss; | ||
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- | TV Shows recalling in brain-speed quickness | ||
- | police-car flashes calling back fear and | ||
- | thrill of nightmare layers of muck surrounding | ||
- | city, oil stained, streets of grease. | ||
- | Slippery Matchbox vehicles lighting the | ||
- | field up with everlasting pain and smog. | ||
- | busses. | ||
- | reading for unknown places knowing | ||
- | not that they know nothing and go | ||
- | nowhere organized. | ||
- | by the swift scheduled tinkling of RTD bus | ||
- | routes at constant RTD speeds and | ||
- | smog trails, all day … all day long. | ||
- | deathly stinking economical environmental | ||
- | song of fallacy. | ||
- | evil of evils that didn’t cause too much | ||
- | turmoil. | ||
- | that’s life before flashing pains of | ||
- | metal. | ||
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- | Part III | ||
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- | feet squeezing into the piercing points until | ||
- | the nails fall off in simultaneous militaristic | ||
- | order. | ||
- | pain with me. | ||
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- | Anger with Pain and pain yelled with | ||
- | no avail. | ||
- | crack’ tapping Rain in the head of hurt. | ||
- | toss turn twinkle tank! Anger overcomes Pain | ||
- | and Rage is made. | ||
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- | Here me now, in this transition state. | ||
- | reaching the shore with undulating softness | ||
- | and wave-like sun-shine … shinin’ … beauty. | ||
- | Rage, an old man yelling by himself at | ||
- | hidden images in the sky’s clouds at night | ||
- | I feel Rage (Kaya) and glee (in me). | ||
- | bell’s ringing and the day came and went | ||
- | back to wait longer for this soul cursed | ||
- | more riot than any criminal’s last-minute | ||
- | fight against the surping blood drinkers. | ||
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- | Yeah, life. Yeah … , life. To strife and … | ||
- | pulsating patience. | ||
- | brain until I can’t wait any longer. | ||
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- | Eternity reached by the door closing with | ||
- | my submissive requests. | ||
- | and seeing my way across the | ||
- | chains on my wrists. | ||
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- | well it is come to end | ||
- | and time to be quiet | ||
- | responsibility and sterile | ||
- | sex for me. | ||
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- | Know me, though. | ||
- | sanctuary forgets to call, and know that you can | ||
- | gleam in the shadows of my | ||
- | rip-tide. That you may bask in the | ||
- | sun of m’ knowledge and swim | ||
- | in my dreams of butterfly strokes. | ||
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- | … you’ll be with me, to experience my | ||
- | glory ad be eternally mine. | ||
- | … on my chest against my breast | ||
- | forgiving patiently | ||
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- | waiting for my love | ||
- | to elevate you to | ||
- | shores of sensual | ||
- | … incensed turmoil. | ||
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- | Loving this possibility and seeing stars | ||
- | to prove the day against the skeptical | ||
- | soldiers and beats that counter you. | ||
- | I love you, whoever you are. I do. … I do. | ||
- | End my life … destroy my family | ||
- | I will leave | ||
- | and end up right at the railroad greenery and | ||
- | shut down in emptiness on broken tracks | ||
- | with evening sunshine knowing’ness. | ||