Bantering with Octagons

Attempting to redeem is easy, floating through life with many a care. Dancing to the silence, driving in the air. A carpet made of sunshine takes away my cares.
 
rolled in a carpet
bumped down the stairs
double insult
double fuckover
double life of looking backward
over my shoulder
wondering
who's there
and who's waiting to fuck me again

bitches and bastards
life's little crop
rapers
then those
who feast on the pain

snide intellectualizing
stings
 
Feasting on the pain, gulping it down in great loads and dribs and drabs of morsels, swallowing the sensation, shouldering the intensity, screaming out the lustloveneedwantdesire in huge spurts of sound, all muffled and gagged with beforehand precision. Life without? Oh gods no. Sterility and isolation. Sere, strange, empty vistas forever. Aloneness. Don't fear the reaper.
 
in and out

and in and
out
and in and out
in out in out in
out
in
out in out in out

is it too much to ask...

for a stable net connection?
 
Sunshine
Superman
Kryptonite hamburgers eaten while
Listening to Don Giovanni
Mozart had nothing on good old Eisenhower
Except maybe a stick and a sterile riding crop
Did I ever tell you how much I always wanted to fuck those twins the the Doublemint commercials?
 
summer blaze of heat lifting flies upon thermals
underwear worn in wintertime
ice blowing in sheets
to sting my face

is that a zit?
 
the sting of time
it takes it gives, with wanderlust
master the age, the sun, the moon
only fools believe in such dreams
i am fool

are you
 
haiku: a fool's dream...

glows like life's breath
a plumtree in flower garden
like spring all year 'round
 
there's a plum tree in my lover's garden
sweet juices down my chin
tis crabby, and creaky but wise
feel the flow beneath bark
the pulse of love........of life
 
again-the meeting of pleasure or pain
begin -the new sense of excitement
concentrate-on all the gifts that can be shared in the meaning of LOVE
 
senses dulled, numbed
even colours are grey and dim
looking for the sun
hoping for the moon
dancing between stars
soaring, gliding, floating
do angels have wings
do hearts
 
What is the meaning of love
Does it say to you forever
Or simply for right now
Wash away the rain
The summer day draws near
Love is but a shadow
Life is but a dream
 
dream of shadows and summer days
of balmy breezes beckoning
across a beach of sand
soft waves lapping
from an ocean
of green

run across the sand
laughing at the breeze
kick water's froth
spraying droplets
over dryness
under the sun's patient gaze
 
Wheres my angel
Looking after life
Theres my angel
Perfection in strife

The things I dream
Beside me my wife
The strangest things
The angel in my life
 
there's an angel on the mountaintop
with wings unfurled
tasting the winds of time

she wears clouds as her halo
her aura paints the sunset
the sword at her side
hasn't been drawn
in ages

fly, angel, fly
 
angelSlut
softHard dirtyClean nastyNice
sugar and spice
a flight of perfection into the sunrise of my dreams
 
Eternally crashing against the shore
taking no notice of what has come before
giving no thought to what comes tomorrow
paying no attention to human sorrow
binding moons pull eternal
 
Waves
Waving
Going away
I couldnt make you stay
I love you today
Tomorrow another day

Will I be here
Is that you say
So that we stay
I cant sleep
I can only weep
body warmth
Keeping sweet
 
slow silent tears
weep
down
almost unnoticed
entirely unheeded
despite being needed.
more doesn't mean a thing in the scheme of it all, though.
a momentary weakness.
that's all.
ball
call
doll
fall
gall
hall
loll
mall
pall
wall
throw words at 'em and they'll dry up and go away.


The truth is important, no matter the cost.
 
Weep
With joy
Weep
with tears

Tear
Me down
Tear
it apart

Apart
from you
Apart
From I

I
can live
I cant hide

When I close
When I open
I love you
 
Where's all this damn poetry coming from? Where's the fucking octagons? Where's the banter? Where am I? You? Him? And why, oh why, does the bluebird fly? Methinks we threw out the barbie dolls with the bathwater.

DO NOT LEAVE IT IS NOT REINFORCED!

It seems my chess game with Lou Reed ended when I tried to talk issues and all he wanted was tissues. Marilyn Manson stole the damn sofa and I have misplaced my grapefruits. Meanwhile it seems that Fred Flinstone is breaking down the door and trying to force Dino on us whether we want him or not.

Do you remember the triangles? The ones with the prickly sides that always ripple with phosphoresent clouds just before they gracefully expire?

I have discovered a dayglo purple rifle that is trying to convince me its a bra-strap. How do you deal with something like that?
 
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