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BLULITER LackofMorality

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jealous everytime i see a child...
for he owns something i'll never get back
the face of innocence and curiosity
that i constantly think is mine..
but what a censoring dellusion
for all i have left in losing it all
is just this thing named shame
the era of questions that got tossed away
on substances and sexuality
just for one more escape..
and now i've ran from something
i've never really had..
when mother was a god who could fix the world
when schoolyard taunts was all the pressure i needed
when the complications of our genitals
never seemed to matter...and i could dance without a care
the day awoke and life was no longer a joke
or any phylum of a laughing matter...
and i see a child, whether he smile or cry..
everyday i wish i was him...
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Dialectic duality from my fetus splicing birth
Mental Siamese rage on in a recycling motion
And the person who was elected to perfect its unity
Just widen its div ide
Unleash me Delilah and all your factory replication human notions
A vamp… a courtesan… the burlesque grotesque
Feminine machoism…and masculine submission
Transsexual confusion and my arms wide open for guilt
I’d scream like a little dog in a parked car that had just found its podium
but I’ve been rendered a voice of a Boston Strangler victim
torpedo libido and no SONAR to sniff my way to the fox
Raging stampede of a hard-on for the wrong sided swingers..
They just remind me so much of various pinkish entrails
As I listen to you… Giving birth to your residence…
and constructing your violated egg
Culo excreted mess of a life.. what have I become
Love opened the door into the territory of terrors
Who was the fucking idiot who put me on this earth
“oh but you have a purpose my son”
Au contraire-mon-fraire, no one can sway my dismay with cliché
Cardiac Aneurysm in need of one more scooping lobotomy
Just peer at me as another frivolous bastard
And in the span of a cigarette
Years after blood has ran cold..and wine no longer excites the taste
With the turn of every page, and the passing of every day
I just want my cells to hault all growth and await biodegradable decay
Just allow me to die away from your men-o-cide…
With a little bit of dignity
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[ 29 November 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
 
I think that, out of all the stuff you have posted so far onbluelight, i like this one the best... it has a softer feel to it. There is still the biting harshness that the rest of your work has, but this one is far more sub-dued, and far more universal to be sure...
I'm gonna post something in the words forum now... i'd be quite interested inhearing your thoughts on it... if you can be bothered to read it - it's long~ish...
:)
 
Well I would have to say that this poem is intresting... I did enjoy it. To be honest I miss it to..... Sometimes I wish I could do anything to have it all back. Its simple the way u worded it, I liked.
 
i played with the 2nd poem above and turned into a totally different poem.... here it is...
Its the beginning of an astonishing panorama of endtimes in a rage
Rabbit is out of the hat…dug a hole out his Jesus cage…
Killed my glitter gods inside all the close ones that flee
Feces for the fetal fecal, all they did was eat the hands that bleed
Proclaiming a loyal brethren, but au contraire mon fraire
Just induce more dismay with cliché in a burlesque grotesque lair
Another frivolous bastard with a cardiac aneurysm
Running late with my torpedo libido, no time for all your isms
The genderless vamps and courtesan leeches that I once called friends
Blood has run cold and wine no longer has a taste, no longer an ear to lend
Your skeletons rattle in closets due to their photophobia
Fucking cowardice, hum drum, generic, soulless bitches, the both of ya
Unleash me wanna-be Delilah, sick of the territory of terrors
With nothing to believe in, and no one to answer my prayers
Zeus, Yahweh, Krishna, Hades, Annubis play ring around the roses
With lighting force stab with the staff of Moses
Watch the pedals tear the blood from their palms
In this Sodom and Gomorrah discovery of my social realm
How did I end up in this KingDumb
How did I ever love them?
I wish they just could’ve known my one-world vision
Was just a disguised brand of xenophobia wrapped in a punk ribbon
Now I’m just laughing at your anguish and all you tears…
What a perfect cure for my loneliness and fear
 
and the 4th one...
Rusty anchor chains and an iron turban of the after glow capture of a first kiss
Or maybe it was a first fuck, maybe the 5th or 6th
One of those times of coed recreation turned into passion
That would grow to dwell in my mind and make everything else a silver minnow
In a great electric lake of soul bordered by the fires of imagination
Where both atoms and gods pick up their duties from nowhere to everywhere
A fluid arena in which the nexus of joy is a blanket to wrap up in
As every molecule of oxygen makes our lungs drunk, morphing into champagne
Every cells exploding in itches and tingles which such velocity it overflows Buddha’s dams
A place where hearts are opened with a tongue in cheek
A venue in which every utterance is filled with sincerity and irony
Occupation of two more dualities, to add to my list
That take up the same 4 dimensional utopian space
Without the essence of contrived time
And if bliss were insanity, watch drama send in the clowns
Until this lake runs dry.. until their face paint smears away
You will still be there through butterflies and piss
To see me through everything when every day dawns and dusks
 
congealed from nitroglycerin and mother's milk
an estrogen nuture? or a barbaric blaze made to corode flesh
full of secrets and versions of truth..
filled with love and contempt
all the while..they warm and haunt me every night
in the caverns of every dream
faites de beaux reves
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America scared into a self-imposed subjugation
everybody here just wants to control everybody..
owners and pets aren't we all..
our leashes on each other...
can't tell who's the slave and who's the master
maybe we're all just the middleman in a sandwich fuck fest
and even tolerance has been taken from its idleness
to produce yet another weapon..and instrument
for intimidation, bullying, and extortion
and that is more offensive than the lack of tolerance itself
but we're all weak..and utilize any weapon we can
even if it means abusing the blade until its dull
 
"Des beaux reves" hein? Si jamais il y avait quelqu'un qui comprenait, je crois vraiment qu'il serait toi...
if ever i make it back to the americas, i will come and visit you bluliter - i would really like to meet the man behind such interesting words.
Where abouts are you located?
 
a place where all the grostesque ghetto-esque come to play with rednecks and white people with their noses so high in the air they'd drown if it rained. A place where a broken home is a way of life regardless of economic class. A city filled with children that are out of control drug addicts, victims of rape and child molestation....
or maybe these are just the people i run into..
welcome to atlanta where the players play...
my doors are always open if the trespasser is willing to share a drink..
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