Painted by the PenI once knew a poet who could pen the ocean black, wave by wave.Painted by the Pen
And the rushing of this spirit was felt one thousand miles 'round; but he's not around.
The silence in the nothing. I am sitting in a chair of my sighings.
The weighing of the pen that lie dusted by his breath is the mountain.
And the years all drop like apples to their beds of sand and wind; go on aging.
A stench of bruisen wisdom touch the one who penned the waves in his weeping.
He's passing on the pen now to someone fated
new role-modelI put my brain in ‘drive’, pick up the inner-child, shake him till he cries, neck snapped, he curls up and dies.new role-model
Fruit of the womb has spoiled in the land of milk and oil. I’m the new role-model, my skin are scales and coil.
For many years I tried to be a man but now a vision is what I am.
Ghost up in this machine Get me in, if you know what I mean. That's just a way to say: I put the living away.
Ultra ViolenceUnable to wrench a single scent from my chest of laurels I'm back again; a fantastic mother fucker. They all spent breath on words to shut me down and drown me out. But my every arm is poised; my every eye a moon. And the octopus never dies a death too soon. No, not one second soon.Ultra Violence
My name, my shape, my mind. Witness my beauty.
The shimmering saliva, and years of language to smelt my Masamune. Perfectly kiss your naked heart because the divinity becomes you.
Your name, your shape, your mind. Witness your beau
Jurassic Barflies“Too many nightlives have gone past my eyesJurassic Barflies
while I waited for the dawn with my fear. I spent too much time lost in amber with barflies – ” (Habits harden in a few hundred years.) “Nights with too much drink and too little rest flowed into others that crystallised well; not a cloud in my mind as my thoughts are undressed though my nostrils remain fogged with the smell of hops and the cleaner used on my glass, and on the screen that covers the wood of this bartop where many have wished their nights past would come home again – ” (But what if they should?) “I don’t know; I
Strukture - Alex
Read This if you are a fan of my previous work.
Mortified
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a rat became the unit of currency
OR you can take a gander at my featured poem and tell me how silly it is.
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REDEFINE GOD
Love your work
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Merci beaucoup.
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Amazing
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big thanx for the book
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They are driven by a strange desire.
Unseen by the human eye.
Thanks for your teamwork Dariusz.
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"There is no emotion, there is peace."
"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge"
"There is no passion, there is serenity."
"There is no death, there is only the Force
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