as if from a timeless and spaceless space we removed ourselves from this shameless village. The proud stern town crier declared" We men are of pure heart. We are full of love and want to share it with all who pass". The villagers laughed and the children hissed and booed. The women werent to happy either. The town crier cried. Friendly fusion. And without the serious intent that some would impose upon the current events. in shame he withdrew.
From the city limits long dark shadows pierced and shattered the banality festival.
They were of forgotten times. Time to die Mr Kong.
In we went with Love and joy to share with the lost selves. hovering over a bottomless pit I sank into boundless despair.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
flamin denizens
I glided down from heavens above, "What is that!' she cried". Like the winds through the finest of trees so are my memories of thee. I sat with her naked besides roots bursting from Mother Earth, an oak tree skin message , a dark romantic merit of sacred desire. Electric flash between two points and that was that. It began. A flurry and surging burst of true spiritual LUST. Upon the breakable crystal air a riot of colour spun her on to the path of Vermillion.
The next age began
"my bEloved , you are the altar on which the sacrifice must occur" she whispered. A fierce fiery eyed servant boy with dragon blood cheeks turned to his dazzling angel, a smile for her shone like the sun. " Anything for my true Love tonight" Anything for the heroic zeitgeist he wished to claim for his darkest dears. " Be My butcher, my Love , rampage tear and rush unrestrained so that the filthy earth may see red, day and fucking night"
Horizon sky lit by reflected red of bloodied earth. Screams for the love denied. She screamed
" Cataclysm our starting point, annihilation our revelation!!!" OH my LOve I am eternal of you. We ate depressive sorrow together in the half light of the full moon. They sat across the altar, intersection of myth and history.
He looked into her knowing eyes and fell into the black hole. It did not seem right at the time but the war had begun.
He read it in the papers the day before, while he was waiting in depressive posture for those god awful late buses . " Fuck!!" he screamed out loud. Everyone turned. He swung around at all the dumb office clerks staring " The buses you know, Im not mad ya know" A smart ass somebody said " You could have fooled me". And he was exactly right For tonight ya know He could have fooled anybody tonight and every night his true identity the maddest wildest joker trickster jackal and wolf he like did become.
It was all for the good of the neighbourhood. They all knew that. but as ususal they just took him for granted and swam away down the nearest river they could find. He waited for the lovely women to turn up but most nights well lets be honest all nights this did not arise.
He stopped one fellow in the street who told him to shove off. He said ""what Shove off. We are not in london, you know." "oh Yes we bloody well are." He looked around and to his surprising shock and all he bloody well was.
Oh and then he looked up in the black sky and she was staring in anger at him ...... and then the doorbell rang. But for whom , my lusty dark friends and fiends for whom? Oh oh oh ........ who?
The next age began
"my bEloved , you are the altar on which the sacrifice must occur" she whispered. A fierce fiery eyed servant boy with dragon blood cheeks turned to his dazzling angel, a smile for her shone like the sun. " Anything for my true Love tonight" Anything for the heroic zeitgeist he wished to claim for his darkest dears. " Be My butcher, my Love , rampage tear and rush unrestrained so that the filthy earth may see red, day and fucking night"
Horizon sky lit by reflected red of bloodied earth. Screams for the love denied. She screamed
" Cataclysm our starting point, annihilation our revelation!!!" OH my LOve I am eternal of you. We ate depressive sorrow together in the half light of the full moon. They sat across the altar, intersection of myth and history.
He looked into her knowing eyes and fell into the black hole. It did not seem right at the time but the war had begun.
He read it in the papers the day before, while he was waiting in depressive posture for those god awful late buses . " Fuck!!" he screamed out loud. Everyone turned. He swung around at all the dumb office clerks staring " The buses you know, Im not mad ya know" A smart ass somebody said " You could have fooled me". And he was exactly right For tonight ya know He could have fooled anybody tonight and every night his true identity the maddest wildest joker trickster jackal and wolf he like did become.
It was all for the good of the neighbourhood. They all knew that. but as ususal they just took him for granted and swam away down the nearest river they could find. He waited for the lovely women to turn up but most nights well lets be honest all nights this did not arise.
He stopped one fellow in the street who told him to shove off. He said ""what Shove off. We are not in london, you know." "oh Yes we bloody well are." He looked around and to his surprising shock and all he bloody well was.
Oh and then he looked up in the black sky and she was staring in anger at him ...... and then the doorbell rang. But for whom , my lusty dark friends and fiends for whom? Oh oh oh ........ who?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
feral friction
From the darkest night I swam to her like a dove to juiced up stamen. She was waiting. What a gal? Consistent feather texture upon the velvetine moonlight, asteroids and their brothers burst fire upon the black sheen of the welkin. Oh welkin. oh welderman, welderman where have you gone I see you lying on your back like all hope compressed away. Do you know what I mean silly friendly fiends? I looked behind me in the shadows and a forest and then, then I remember. I remembered.
It was you all along. Yes it was you my strange drugfilled confidant. I was sent for... Yes I was sent for ...like the wind throught the fertile trees so are my memories of thee. I staggered on towards the frightened child struck down and debauched waiting in the astonishing wind. Statesmanlike and depraved I made my way towards my beautiful child. Child open big blue eyes why did you cry why do you cry even now? Are you still waiting for the Welderman? Oh Welderman Welderman where did she go? Why did you stop playing with that deep surreal innocence? She waits for you. Still ... and calm in the Goddsent whirlwind shaven by the day.
Armoured rescuer spellbound in fatality!! The lord asks you to awaken!! Go to her where she lay sweet and aspiring to docile blood red caress. White knight how many white nights before you plunge the Graillian impossible monolith into her waiting soapy mound and worship the evolutionary atomic anarchy burst the world's anodyne heart asunder..... Unbridled eyes turned away from her scene and lost for words leaned over then and turned up the damn radio....
"Hey ma hey ma can you please turn off that damn radio? Oh please? Mother." Mother Oh brother another thing I forgot to mention.......
It was you all along. Yes it was you my strange drugfilled confidant. I was sent for... Yes I was sent for ...like the wind throught the fertile trees so are my memories of thee. I staggered on towards the frightened child struck down and debauched waiting in the astonishing wind. Statesmanlike and depraved I made my way towards my beautiful child. Child open big blue eyes why did you cry why do you cry even now? Are you still waiting for the Welderman? Oh Welderman Welderman where did she go? Why did you stop playing with that deep surreal innocence? She waits for you. Still ... and calm in the Goddsent whirlwind shaven by the day.
Armoured rescuer spellbound in fatality!! The lord asks you to awaken!! Go to her where she lay sweet and aspiring to docile blood red caress. White knight how many white nights before you plunge the Graillian impossible monolith into her waiting soapy mound and worship the evolutionary atomic anarchy burst the world's anodyne heart asunder..... Unbridled eyes turned away from her scene and lost for words leaned over then and turned up the damn radio....
"Hey ma hey ma can you please turn off that damn radio? Oh please? Mother." Mother Oh brother another thing I forgot to mention.......
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
ascent mad
a framed inchoate sadness filled the field of nobody. they prayed for her a somebody who everybody did not really care about. counting fortward into the darkness the shamed light of legacy failed to ignite and the damned fools expected the fire fights of yore that so shook the world. unbroken bitches fight for the darkest of the night but yet they fail for alll is in its own form of knowing yet not belonging for it dont mean much to be here with he who was and yet in for him a debt
he paddled furnhisd cushioned survival an obdurate failure on the part of the dead light that surroundeD them that gave birth to all who should have been. A vulgar representation of the simple love of ugly love may all those that ever knew and have ever known may they always forget and never be forgiven and for them to eternal hell for their discretion motherfuckers it could have been more then than what it was but it became and then the lights flat blue red dark violet broken darkness became for them as night of the deepest shame and humiliation. I sprung forth and there fore became what was the the most and always the deepest forthcoming of true objjject self justification
he paddled furnhisd cushioned survival an obdurate failure on the part of the dead light that surroundeD them that gave birth to all who should have been. A vulgar representation of the simple love of ugly love may all those that ever knew and have ever known may they always forget and never be forgiven and for them to eternal hell for their discretion motherfuckers it could have been more then than what it was but it became and then the lights flat blue red dark violet broken darkness became for them as night of the deepest shame and humiliation. I sprung forth and there fore became what was the the most and always the deepest forthcoming of true objjject self justification
Sunday, January 18, 2009
born dead
Fishing on the blue glass lake I look for the reflection of you. I search in the murky depths the lines and the debts Green fields of morning sadness bounce off the glittering sky. Oh my beautiful one why do you bleed when the wounds are on me? Time to proclaim to the bowels of the sea how our love is twisted and deformed beyond fuzzy. Aerated menstruum uponce my once steady fingers a drip drip drip forms a sad font where the trees once stayed. Dried broken bones grey and alone adrift on the tides of her sad song, a whisper and sigh for the ones who had died pretending fake lands were there all along. I swam through the sea thawed and miasmic I could see those bright blue eyes glaring with the foamy shame of the nights we shared and sang away like the millibars of the oxygenated cyclones on our path.
Again for one last time lets sing to the stars and sun and the grey bone moon for each to theirs and the devil to whom. Juicy blood stream, giver of life dont fail me now that I have found her wonderful splice. Clot bloated gore and indecent night hail to the winds and the lustfilled fights . Renewal through her ethereal form an amoeba so well attached I draw her near with my lugubrious smile and exalt in the bedewed madness that makes our love alive. In her meadow of moist red we splash and we flock to the innocent days that the universe laid out. The mermaid Calypso sang as we watched, and from one of the caves the god of Black Night had decided to return............... mAN damn man damn
Again for one last time lets sing to the stars and sun and the grey bone moon for each to theirs and the devil to whom. Juicy blood stream, giver of life dont fail me now that I have found her wonderful splice. Clot bloated gore and indecent night hail to the winds and the lustfilled fights . Renewal through her ethereal form an amoeba so well attached I draw her near with my lugubrious smile and exalt in the bedewed madness that makes our love alive. In her meadow of moist red we splash and we flock to the innocent days that the universe laid out. The mermaid Calypso sang as we watched, and from one of the caves the god of Black Night had decided to return............... mAN damn man damn
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