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bumbling bard of ecstasy

blossoms from the heart

daisies pt 3 7.3.07 |

for leonard
his heart of string unravels
when the confessing hours of morning
speak
frayed at the ends
it
is weary and tired of cocooning her
when she cannot provide
early light creeps along the walls
emphasize her eagor knots
to keep it
together
the blue questions
his undying emotion
he with out protest
patiently, vigilantly
wraps
what is keepable
and perpetuates with every fibre.






laying awake
a dream of what it would've been like
a history
of falling graces
do you understand my jumbled
words
define not
but ideas
life
is for living
per se
can you
regret
what
will
happen
?


lyrotica
page beckons
the pen erect
tension smears over soft sheet
press firm
up down
dig in
rip wide open now
what flows
fills
and overspills
violent exhilaration
intense exhaust
what can be released is free;
oh, how the words rape me.

gasoline rainbows 6.3.07 |

-E-
if x equals to zero,
if y equals to two;
if x equals to me,
if y equals to you,
if it lies on a grid,
& it forms a line
then math cannot save us;
our love is undefined

black
here we stand, battered, but alive,
drenched in black rivers that carve into weathered visages
let them lead back to where creation sprouted
hearts throw themselves against the lid of humanity
stone that's eroded soft, stone that's devoted dark
dissapate- evaporate
inked blood that rushes from vein to vain
into the eyes, onto the cheeks
through black rivers

pride
i once knew a man
with lilac purple skin
instead of painting it white
he wore it with a grin
he told me it don't matter
because all players are the same
but i found out he was wrong
for he's the winner of the game

to nini
when the red light's on
when the audience's gone
you sway your hips
and dance
when the nights are long
when love is wrong
you carry on
pretence