Spinning on the wheels of time [poetry].
A quiet contemplative morose and subjective set of stars
Planted voids, ineptitude wide
Followed a path once forgotten
Lain before me by a reckless abandon
Of tears and of shallow memories
To be, we see, and thus on a knee
Why so shallow? Not so sure these words
Penetrating so deep into your inner thoughts
What did you seek?
What did you see in your thoughts?
Aware? Perhaps. Perhaps not.
The flow interrupted, chained to the wall
My thoughts lucid and voidless
Empty
Serene
Careening off my mind
filtered and fucked
Fucked and fucked up and down and sideways
Bentways
Diagonalways
Whichways, highways and byways passing through
Pay the toll, see the prize
Memorize malcontent
Pieced together though obscurity
Still bent on that knee
Get up, arise and be done with it.
Such silliness I cannot stand to bear
Staring down the shotgun barrels
Double-pumped, double-fucked beyond compare
Panties ripped.
Flaired out.
Freaked out, seeked and sought out
without intention, divination
Concrete sublimation
Oh, SO fucking vile it was.
Smiled and spread my joy
Spread her legs
Spread the holy fucking word: Why else would she rip open her lungs to God, to Jesus FUCKING CHRIST that feels so good.
But not nearly as good as when I caressed her intellect.
Spun her madness dancing
Caressing herself in stoic, damp corners
Watching the scenery unfold
A masterpiece of art evolving into complexity
So why.
So quiet.
So forbidden.
Immoral it may seem
But seams were never my specialty
Drawing borders and unthreading locks
Hair, despair in so many ways,
Caught on the edge of a knife, caught on the edge of her sanity
Guilty pleas, she’s BACK ON HER KNEES.
Why can’t you just grovel at my mind instead?
paw at the doors to my soul
Pound out your fury
Your desire
One fist against oaken madness
Banging out your pleasures
Banging out the rhythms of your flow
It would be good to know how curious you’ve become...
I tickle your fancy, tickle your lungs
Burnt right through, smoldering ashes,
Smoldering ruins
Penetration runs deep, again
And the fire, the fucking FIRE burns
It smolders.
It ashes.
It ruins everything it touches.
It scrapes the insides of your breath
And you suffer and gasp to understand
And understand you will.
Unfortunately for you you took the blue pill.
It’s time for the redness to light up your mind.
Open wide because you are in for one fucked up ride.
~Chris
6 Sep 2008
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