Quickening: A Testament to Paranoia

Quickening: A Testament to Paranoia

Time no longer follows its dictates
Petroleum shoots into water
Fire in their eyes. Languid desire
Distinguished gentlemen, left bruised in the desert

All confused by this prescence, unnameable
Untameable
The heart beats itself to a point of attrition,
bravery hath retreated
Take a bath and make you feel it
Seep into your pores and make you conceal it,

Within genomes
Genetic strands tainted, frenetic glands cannot escape it
Bodily fluid, flounders inside the sewage
Broken blowout preventer:spew it
Mother’s Oceans defiled for Corporate-sake? Abuse it
The reason for our creation and degradation? Confuse it

A Salt city punk with two-headed axe’s to grind
that means ill be at the grinding wheel double time
The voices bounce off the pavement, around downtown corners
Sadness won’t escape this troubled slime

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This entry was posted on August 4, 2010. It was filed under Chemical Poetry .

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Read Between the Minds

when did the lotus die…
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revisionary thoughts…
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catching my breath…
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i’m gonna sit right down…
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The sun….so bright…
The sun….so bright… I walk towards the figure that stands by the cliff. The sound of the ocean beating against the rocks like a humming bird kissing the sweetest flower. I come close to her and she leans her back against my chest. My hands grace her neck as she feels my heart beat. My [...]
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Just A Stanza.
Tattered, beaten, broken & raped The things about my life that no one hates I look to salvage all my mistakes Maybe something good comes from my haste The straight long shackle hangs down my waist Consumed by my lust, fulfill my taste Emptiness falls like a brick on my face I look inside and [...]
Where am I from?
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Super Kawaii
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