Death has no velocity. It's the stillness that dissolves you and nibbles at your gut. I need to get out of this rut.
Friday 15 March 2013
(Inspired by Jenny's words in the Manatee episode of TLW.)
I marvel at the beauty of nature and the oddity of its creatures.
A manatee's movements, its lips, its tongue- communicates the secrets we've forgotten to search.
The soaring birds reflect my desires.
They tease and dive into my quarry of fire.
Lamenting over the days forgone,
I slip into the holes excavated by mammoths.
-Visible in light even after eons of dawn.
I must not refrain from speaking to those in disdain,
I can hear the monkeys pogoing away their miseries and pain.
Swimming to the edge of careful sycophancy,
are huddled up felines, in all of their vanity.
This tryst with bounty,
an affair of a lifetime,
is wearing me out,
forevermore, these days.
The beauty that shone from the Creator's cornerstone,
reflected subtlety that arose wonder in our hearts.
The vulgarity now, can't penetrate even the skin of a dying leper who hasn't the will to start.
For tonight, I will dissolve into a mass of trite.
See a world without amazement, reflecting in the sky's eyes.
16/2/2013 - 17/2/2013
I marvel at the beauty of nature and the oddity of its creatures.
A manatee's movements, its lips, its tongue- communicates the secrets we've forgotten to search.
The soaring birds reflect my desires.
They tease and dive into my quarry of fire.
Lamenting over the days forgone,
I slip into the holes excavated by mammoths.
-Visible in light even after eons of dawn.
I must not refrain from speaking to those in disdain,
I can hear the monkeys pogoing away their miseries and pain.
Swimming to the edge of careful sycophancy,
are huddled up felines, in all of their vanity.
This tryst with bounty,
an affair of a lifetime,
is wearing me out,
forevermore, these days.
The beauty that shone from the Creator's cornerstone,
reflected subtlety that arose wonder in our hearts.
The vulgarity now, can't penetrate even the skin of a dying leper who hasn't the will to start.
For tonight, I will dissolve into a mass of trite.
See a world without amazement, reflecting in the sky's eyes.
16/2/2013 - 17/2/2013
Sum Of Her Parts
(A piece inspired by Jenny's book title in TLW)
Through words that slither and leave our entity.
Seeping through the trenches of her eyes,
Flows the fluid that proclaims her the beholder of Messiah, the progeny of the divine.
In the sanctity of her warm bosoms,
Rests the origin of lust; the beginning of heaven and earth.
Show me a more dear enticement of procreation that has suffered this much,
yet striven in times such as thus,
And I'll show you my scars as they are, without hiding them beneath tars.
17/2/13
Her tongue,
it's a serpent's instrument.
It's the chord that binds us to our misery, it's a serpent's instrument.
Through words that slither and leave our entity.
Seeping through the trenches of her eyes,
Flows the fluid that proclaims her the beholder of Messiah, the progeny of the divine.
In the sanctity of her warm bosoms,
Rests the origin of lust; the beginning of heaven and earth.
Show me a more dear enticement of procreation that has suffered this much,
yet striven in times such as thus,
And I'll show you my scars as they are, without hiding them beneath tars.
17/2/13
You tease me. You invite me to stare shamelessly at your pale skin. I sense perfectly red blood coursing through your veins. Your puckered lips are but a part of an elaborate scheme. Winning victims through love is a fulfilling prophecy, and I, its mean. The synchrony of your movements engages my naked eyes. I swivel at my spot for a moment too long. The reason, by now, apparent to everyone you've sought. Use your blood to Paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.
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