Thursday, June 12, 2014

a hedon harbors heartaches hosting harmful habits
laying with liars leaving love for lust

vivid verses vastly varied by vexes
formed from fevers freed from festering feelings

bitter blows born and bared brutally
amidst an ambivalence aroused by artifice



Wednesday, June 11, 2014

F R C M

in a flawed fit of forlorn fevers formed in a fiery furnace
fucked by fondling fingers and fickle feelings
falsely forbidden by phases falls upon the fleeting flames
what flowed so fluidly in froth, now flees in fraudulent forces

revealed reality reaffirmed by remembering relics and reservations
what was reveled by rewards of residual remnants of relations
relied on wrong realizations of roused recollections
reproached the riddle in the redeeming room of the righteous

compiled the chronicles of conscious crimes
calls cognizance with credence conjured by confidence
clarifying chaos committed by a covetous cupid
collects and considers continuous courses of the craze of cravings

melancholic memories mostly mourned by moments of madness
meddled in meandering mania mobilized by mystery
mentally maladroit moving through moans and muck
musters meaning in motivations marveled in magnetism

Saturday, June 7, 2014

dormant child arise

The gruesome wanderings stirred at night
a plague brooded with the rats in the gutter

An offering of a mystery is championed by reason
the unmolested virgin stayed asleep

The alarm beckoned in a silence
deafened the ears pierced by the blind

The peculiar mundanely lived
as a limbless midget on a thursday afternoon

The taste of a tongue turned sour
prickly plants poked at the pores

A black hole appeared at midnight
dusk cursed the sleeping

The stillness caused a fever
chaos twiddled its thumbs

The lush fingered the demon
through the strings of the siren

sang the songs in streams of breath
shook the dormant child awake

cradled by the sea, lit by the moon
pale of the night, with the waves--- arise







Sunday, April 27, 2014

outside the house is a forest
where the boars and the bears and the foxes live
i'd like to go outside the house, but i guess hunters might mistake me as a boar or a bear or a fox
so if i'm gone bc i've been hunted
let's just stop killing the boars and the bears and the foxes