Oct 2007
#77
31/10/07 21:57 Filed in: poetry
thrust me into this love, based like an ocean of that
familiar feeling,
covet me,
pearl of lunacy,
crawling invested in this tunnel of vision
strapped without eyes
melancholy
who's your wiped out valentine,
wanton and livid?
covet me,
pearl of lunacy,
crawling invested in this tunnel of vision
strapped without eyes
melancholy
who's your wiped out valentine,
wanton and livid?
#76
22/10/07 00:24 Filed in: poetry
She was still a drop of
ointment on my lips.
I uttered something corrupt.
love.
I uttered something corrupt.
love.
#75
17/10/07 14:40 Filed in: poetry
an erection found a
body,
caressing the tattered attire of sound and vision by the cliff of these moments,
when desire calls upon a living pagan
to cut the hand off that writes this wrong.
caressing the tattered attire of sound and vision by the cliff of these moments,
when desire calls upon a living pagan
to cut the hand off that writes this wrong.
#74
14/10/07 02:45 Filed in: poetry
The sinister self wants
to compel an urged visual urchin
snuggling with the bed of the sea
like a baby in a trolley
casket head
replaced these houses and houses of watchful intelligence
on a clapping hand
we fall as the nigh evening of a sloppy murder.
Meningitis meaning
sensitive to light
and sound
snuggling with the bed of the sea
like a baby in a trolley
casket head
replaced these houses and houses of watchful intelligence
on a clapping hand
we fall as the nigh evening of a sloppy murder.
Meningitis meaning
sensitive to light
and sound
poet vs. philosopher
08/10/07 02:09
that inveterate
dreamer;
muscled invention of wisdom
arch-angel of chaos
and gusting with breath from a different life
I shit all the theories designed for the future
by the blind mouths who like to blind eyes
fucking useless philosophers
of the modern library
your words in print are dry semen stains from your masturbation with the truth, you treat like a whore...
which is a drop in the infinite glory of the deluge
which doesn't fall at all
and has no direction, nevertheless is wet.
I own no theory non-what-so-ever
than the contradiction of my inherent shape,
as a human
and once again i am under dictation
that these words don't belong to me
but i belong to them.
A poet needs no theories.
It's whom you should be afraid of
because his occupation is not to mingle and adore language like you,
it's to destory and pull down the curtain which sits before your
eyes which belong to others...
so perfectly sustained at a correct point in history
a philosopher is the epitome of the cancerous state
the gnawing chin,
the incompetent personage who is not a proper man
who cries at the inception of beauty
and moreover he is a fucking wanker
as far as I am concerned
and I concern myself with everything
by the way of awakening.
muscled invention of wisdom
arch-angel of chaos
and gusting with breath from a different life
I shit all the theories designed for the future
by the blind mouths who like to blind eyes
fucking useless philosophers
of the modern library
your words in print are dry semen stains from your masturbation with the truth, you treat like a whore...
which is a drop in the infinite glory of the deluge
which doesn't fall at all
and has no direction, nevertheless is wet.
I own no theory non-what-so-ever
than the contradiction of my inherent shape,
as a human
and once again i am under dictation
that these words don't belong to me
but i belong to them.
A poet needs no theories.
It's whom you should be afraid of
because his occupation is not to mingle and adore language like you,
it's to destory and pull down the curtain which sits before your
eyes which belong to others...
so perfectly sustained at a correct point in history
a philosopher is the epitome of the cancerous state
the gnawing chin,
the incompetent personage who is not a proper man
who cries at the inception of beauty
and moreover he is a fucking wanker
as far as I am concerned
and I concern myself with everything
by the way of awakening.