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Tiptoes errupt like an earthquake
Running down the hall way,
Frightened and terrified
Yet my hands do not shake,
What I run from it never rests
It works relentlessly
On it's soul sworn quest

Sometimes I sleep,
Other nights I dream
Of other places, other spaces of
Happier things.

Ash. <3
 
Time: Bearing no texture or form;
At your presence I take wonder,
In my presence you take shape.
I as your host am only quarreling with myself
At the sense of your lacking,
And so inwardly I look for patience.
 
I was sitting in a bar with a 2 bit mexican crack whore, drinking some shit called 22 choo choo, when all of a sudden.......
 
Kuan Hsiu

Inviting a friend to spend the night

Silvered earth without dust, and the golden
chrysanthemum in bloom,
Purple pears and red dates falling on the lichen moss;
A shaft of Autumn water, around a round moon -
On such a night, my old friend, are you not coming?
 
the more humble you are
the more violence you see in the world

the more violent you are
the more humble the world seems

it's easier on the self
to be violent

it's harder on the self
to be humble

it appears humanity
was not designed to succeed
 
Thanks Ash, I have been silently enjoying your writing too =)
 
The Beast holds me hand in hand,
A trailing sop begs to be fed,
Gargoyles of varmints gaze blindly from rafters,
The old troubadour sings his ballad of lead.

(A little something that sums up my ex-Suboxone addiction)
 
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Then staying inspired wandered in: yellow on black hair; grey&pink sweater-dress. A poet w/o pro & no ride again, leaving a story where it has been.

How much trouble for a penny saved? The time to spend leaves much to be made.

And she agreed in bright pink, laughing and not nice, but again I am left, till time bides me right!
 
Tiny little pieces of people and of places,
Legs and arms, pieces of people's faces,
I always looked the other way,
As opposed to the one that you face,
A beautiful taste,
But an utter disgrace,
Destination outer space.

A. <3
 
I moved away
To start over again,
To get away
From the pain
I then found myself in.

I sleep now
On a thin foam mattress
Suspended on milk crates

A possum claws at
The wall,
The wood panelling
Vibrates as the cars
Go by . . .

I also wish to just
go by,
Into that eternal darkness,
Where no sun will ever rise again,
Where my biochemistry
No longer dictates my person.

I want to embrace
That crimson tide
And be drawn away forever . . .





A mute child
Will sit waiting
There -
On the other side,
And offer me his hand . . .
 
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im like a bird with broken wings
torn apart into two
i saw something today
it made me think of you
something we had,something we knew
so ill take these broken wings
and learn to fly
like how i flew, when i knew you.
 
Set fire to the kindling, beneath the wooden stake,
Beginning the journey thy soul has to take,
Away from here, rid you of this world, away,
Be gone from here dark spirit, haunt not another day,
That this was a mistake?
Oh, but my head would shake,
It was such an easy decision to make,
To tie this vile creature down,
And drink merrily to the crown,
On this evening hence.

A. <3
 
I am not one to easily lie..
Or allow what i feel to hide, inside.
But, today, I will lie..a million lies-
When each time they ask:
I will answer: I’m fine.
 
Money, the beauty of

(currency
pale green
greasy
ornate
soft
furrowed
texture)

Skin or leather

*******

The Desert
--roseate metallic blue
& insect green

blank mirrors &
pools of silver

a universe in
one body

*******

Lions in the street & roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city

The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled town.

He went down South
And crossed the border
Left the chaos & disorder
Back there
Over his shoulder.

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
W/a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.

Is everybody in? (3)
The ceremony is about to begin.

...

Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl, back into my brain
I think you know, the game I mean
I mean the game, called 'go insane'

Now you should try, this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
and we'll erect a different steeple.

This little game, is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right there, I'm going too
Release control, were breaking Thru

Burrow back into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back there were theres never any rain

...

JimMorrison
 
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