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Beyond 6 ft., footless
Ashed, coughlingly into the asmathic abyss
Dieseled away
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Beyond 6 ft., footless
Ashed, coughlingly into the asmathic abyss
Dieseled away
To me, faggots are people
Niggers are people
to me, people who stone people
I sit, gaze and listen out my apartment window
As the sun sets
I hear birds chirping
The time spent vehemently
between yesterday & tomorrow
stutzin'
He takes on too much
He's out to fix the world
In time
Cry, baby, cry
When there’s no one around
When all there is
Write like you never wrote before
Chisel the unspelled
Into the unmoulding
The beauty'n every leaf
I see
Its spawn in the undug below
Sex, the nirvana of plebe
Robeless, uninitiated
Moaning, careless of nightingale
Today, the metaphor will be hauled to the plaza
It served its time in the dungeons, with plebe
For a mindless crime
Toward me I depart
With unwalked steps
With steps I say, else won’t be said for now.
I feel that it's time for something positive
But do many positive moments feel bitter sweet?
Perhaps it's time to acknowledge
I lived in a country where they conjugated the noun
Love
It had the past the present & the future
sitting here in desperation
gazing down from my apartment window in the sky
waiting for the world to calm my frustration
Love, I will go with you
Wherever you’re off to
Some say that you descended from cloud nine
Be bold,
Die young
Choke the umbilical
She stood up & kissed me ravenously
Would you kiss me like 10% of that when I’m in the coffin, said I
Let me rot on the hill top
It’s six
am
The morning is about to unravel the day
The mortals are voting their way out of it & Atlas keeps holding the pebble, on a rocky beach...
Zeus is inebriating the Mary while her son is playing on the cross.
Hit the ballot with a pin: Yes, No - Maybe isn't
The first thing I saw
Was a flying skirt
A skirt in the wind