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Through the consent of the dreams the stream runs pushing pendulum of tears. The star which falls beneath a reach will make the heart internal bleed. The sacrifice of all the needs won't help the one who still can breed. Writer’s Block Fear of empty page hidden inside me. Shapeless lies stick to the paper. Crime goes on in my groin, burgeoning more life - frivolous, amorphous, amorous - all of it cries within, then flushes, leaving emptiness, which bites, leaves scars on the crooked chest, where the heart tirelessly yearns and aches. Blood stirred up to nausea, nicotine hangover… Creative life. |
Loss of a Friend
Twenty feet of the freeway painted with blood; the car must have drugged him. Electric light shines above the bonfire, sparks glitter and fall, burning my heart's lonely desire -- she won't understand. Her laughter oozes in sand cold stars fade in the mist "there is something that I always forget" she says, speaking of her dreams. Dry wind on my lips tastes as the bitter honey No she won't understand that my dreams are oozed with his blood -- on the freeway twenty yards behind me. |