Thursday, December 31, 2009

say whaat

BAaal corrisuision Palienko

so crude as corrosion begots memory time and selfish lies
as if a boy couldn't come fast enough
or upon the chest of death, or her lips...
through defiliation we found desicration and anihilation of a sensation so perfect in relation....
ew

we

e

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeei will love e

mi eyez are meek

this shell is weak,
no more for me,
i've depleted the cells of uranium and insanium,
this thought is useless,
point taken,
understood...
it doesn't matter how many times Jesus said Amen,,,can't you
can't i

we see this?
under the earth a heart beats,
she feels you...feel her.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Come Forth

to land without a king,i had a vision of this,
ahead in the crowd of misfits and killers.
i felt a vibration unlike those of my others,
a white sword of fire and the voice of the thriller.
he spoke and shook the very foundation,
of all other love set civilizations,
the words and way he spoke were many in fact,
yet it was was done in a single spoked act,
the names uttered, the conscious felt,
was it this day i was called from the shelf,
uttered through centuries and eons of love,
your name has been chosen, come forth, you are one.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Accidental Lover

deviled upon the disheveled shore bloated and aged from whore to whore,
rung up high by an angles eye thought to carry secrets of a good way to die.
little did us strangers know,
there more to this than freaks on show.

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The Accidental Lover

deviled upon the disheveled shore bloated and aged from whore to whore,
rung up high by an angles eye thought to carry secrets of a good way to die.
little did us strangers know,
there more to this than freaks on show.

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The Accidental Lover

deviled upon the disheveled shore bloated and aged from whore to whore,
rung up high by an angles eye thought to carry secrets of a good way to die.
little did us strangers know,
there more to this than freaks on show.

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Patterson

Dont think for a minute i turned my back for fun,
i had to cuz the cause of life was burning like the sun.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

crucify him

animalistic characteristics fool linguistics molding love for the misfits,
try as they may along the way a debt to soul's we all must pay,
a price for ice for the end of life,
if not a gift for the itch than a rift into bliss,
but those rats on the cap,
the edge of such dread,
swallow the sea and sing with her sorrow:

"were already dead i wish i didn't know,
the seasons could change, and life could be more"

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should i wait a thousand eons for a new son to bloom,
or gather the crystals in this life and cash them for truth.

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SerCao

Shouldn't have to wake up in the morning into a meat filled mask, loathing in our self tolerance. Born into a lie, were doomed from the start. It's no wonder the children of this age are all insane. Killers with knives, and babies who never stop crying, put the two together its just a matter of time. The essence of frugality fertility and surmountable sanity. Just like the flame on your mothers last birthday, all is lost. More important than you or me is the idea of what we were to be, and this my friends is how to survive, the death of you, and the death of EYE. For too soon the fog will roll, monsters will howl over corpses unknown, the world will eat its own kin alive, and the skin will scream over dreams coated in black leather. The pain extreme, the reward, a world, the horror, the torment, the eyes, of a lover, all that ever mattered, was one moment, i spent with you.

summer rain in winter skies

it doesn't have to be, the way we want to see.
options of the morrow, infinite white sorrow.

5 times more

Imposing as a lord of gold and heir,
the herald of love, lost to homeless despair.
his prize, lovely eyes, silver robes, endless ski,
his demise, fevered love, sick from sun, deaf and blind.
even so through his drugs he finds refuge,
through his sleepless dreams he finds answers.

all point in one direction, all point to western flames.
symbols of iconic and ironic destiny.

and so all alone, never happy never home, he conjures a portal to the Gideon Black,
"To Hel with lust!"...a gaze, he never comes back.


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Yellow Venom

And beneath the mossy graves of oak trees,
a sanctuary sleeps in time.
fearlessly growing older as it lives beneath your lives.
upon the day and upon the hour, when heaven's chorus run free and wild.
the first bone to be twitched will beeith of my darling soul,
frozen in love,
born into cold.
there under layers of dust and decay,
the ancient of shadows,
the giver of day, shall let night fall, and to it a new sun rise,
whist chaos its beams, and death its delight.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

i'm okay

even so i screamed,
her lips were ice,
her heart was death,
i sucked her flesh,
and killed her next.
she opened wide,
for me to see,
there is no love,
like irony.
your snout is long,
your breath is harsh.
mushy soup sneaks out your eyes,
plead with heaven to save the surprise.

Walking Trick

Walk beside the ash as it turns,
carry me back home,
where white roses are skeletons,
and their blossoms are ice.

Waltz beside me, as i learn,
stuck on my own,
where my best friends are memories,
they have no price.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Sun And Mourning Iies, Justify Omissions

yes, i am a boy, whose just a fool, who needs a toy.
yes, i am a man, who beckons love and tender hands.
indeed, you are correct my life is a speck, i have no purpose besides to die with the rest.
indeed your right, my life has no price, with it I'll make all your fears our delight.
my dear you are truth, and so shall you speak, with words of seraphim to the mighty and meak.
my dear your a lie, and so shall your blood read, when you tell me you love me, you lie to your dream.
Amen dearest brothers your sisters are in peril.
Amen dearest sisters your brothers are heralds.
my soul longs for you, for your touch, for your us.
my soul knows the truth, we are love, we are lust.
never can it be so, that i find an eye as i.
inevitable it had to come today, into your soul my mind would lay.
scraped my elbow, felt the pain.
scraped my heart, electric rain.

i wait for you a thousand forevers,
i wait for no one.

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Born into You

Born into skin demonic and livid, ancient seeds planted, the lilith is living.
across desolate plains, new and contorted, lies a disposition, evenly coated.
you seek the outlet, connection to the plug, yin to the yang, hate to the love.
if we are destined for this, than we're in love with that, my life like a tree, with bark turning black.
even so i hold on, the ground is my mother, the skies are my brothers, and dead things are undiscovered.
on the rise through a space in an endless shadowed lake, lies a fiend and a queen singing songs whist the nigh.
spoken softly on a whim, the nightwatch calls the seraphim.
so do i repent my love, so do i accept my sins.
live or let die, your already gone, you've left the chamber, for the masters fog.
ahead in the distance, lies a light calling you, it is the devil, an you are its boon.

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what i can't do

i feel like i can't say shit anymore, cuz the ideas i spit just quit at the door,
i see what must be, and yet when they ask me, what is mine what is yours, what belongs to be free. i can never respond in a singular note, a throat always cut, is a neck in a rope. by the lee, by the boat, no matter where i'm found there lies, a spyglass a scope, and a glass mirror of hope. and of course by the sea, where the demon sees me, and the father sees it, peering at me, i am free of the curse, the curse to be birthed, without life on the rise, there only lies death in stormed skies.

an event unadulterated would leave us all the wiser, but i must covet widows and saints, i must destroy i must retain.

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