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saintedmad
saintedmad 21 Jul 2017 Tag: mojo

A cygnus

white body, slender infinity, not yet human. i might be. i promise you, the palest existence will be angels and deaths. there are words and no words; killings. brief. sparkling, they sound like the silence does when it's loud. . . i have these hands. they look like...

ButcherBelial
ButcherBelial 08 Jul 2017 Tag: 2013

A The Singularity Blues

An electric voice is what tickled my groove. It bit my bolts to trembling rust on the fleshing coat that flailed my wire. & it’s in the wake of an age that brains this stage, invisible eyes on unseen highs, winging glance of lines in {sigh} by glassing a face to hunt...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 02 Jul 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Morning Cigarette

The smell of your morning cigarette so warm and so calming Another layer of ash as my heart stops and awaits embalming

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 02 Jul 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A On Love Park Way

Patience comes to those who wait Trouble Maker Security stuck in the attic of your mind Eva Angel Christina painted in white on greenhouse paine lone wolf no patience for any man wounds heal memory serves painful reminders they wall the grave denial a thief in the night play Kate...

ButcherBelial
ButcherBelial 22 May 2017 Tag: Divination

A Moonroof

Howling minstrel daredevil dwells the wind & the dark with glowing eyes behind the rift in tears beyond the tear where buried words of flesh from a deep state of mind for a high noon of halfmoons is riding the sky on a cliffside perch cut through the jaws of a cloudburst...

tpu
tpu 31 Mar 2017 Tag: Cycle

A The Widest Scope.

-- Father from father, Spoken through fire and smoke, many tales I know. Taller than the tallest oak, wiser than the eldest folk. - Mother from mother, Blood from blood, bone from bone, aeons' fields be sown. Deeper than the darkest tone,...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 29 Mar 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A A Junk State Of Mind

60 musings of a graffiti junk mind on edge producing beautiful twisted images to delight, shock and bring wry smiles to those who venture through this vivid patchwork tapestry. http://www.lulu.com/shop/carl-denyer/a-junk-state-of-mind/paperback/product-23090310.html If anyone wants...

saintedmad
saintedmad 27 Mar 2017 Tag: mojo

A slackjaw

.. the man with no hunger and some sunday girl without meat; standing. still. on the edge of a sinking front stoop, soaping bodies. collections. she is bound for dead. her hair a grey bruise. all the other voices are only god leaving her behind. she should be baptized at least....

Asomatous
Asomatous 23 Mar 2017 Tag: Honoring the Tveitans

A Brumal Cold

Your word written of winter... I know, for when revealed beneath its blanket movement dies. Solstice flaps along behind subdued in a drone of shuffles, muted whirrs subconsciously engraved, systematically filed away. Your meaning shrouds that snow alone will comprehend, but there's...

saintedmad
saintedmad 17 Mar 2017 Tag: l'ecriture

A in the absence of casual divinity

rough nothing is like me, but the sun burning coldly; an afternoon spent in despondent silence, a brilliant curse muttered in the beginning of the bed. of course, i remember everything with audacious colour and i think i climbed over you to get to the place where no one else...

Atakti
Atakti 12 Mar 2017 Tag: Dark

A The Hills Lie

The past grows bony fingers that stretch and cast an ice shadow lingering on my throat. The creeping chill was seeded seasons ago in my rush through frosted daffodils, swaying defiant and brush-stroked in vibrancy. Impatience fluttered its winking white wings, enticed me further in,...

Atakti
Atakti 12 Mar 2017 Tag: Dark

A Mercy After

Death is a woman. She cuts from the cloth of time the shroud of kings and waits counting each grain, each day until the last one falls. Hourglass curves flow, a granular avalanche. Whose eyes watch them? While steel blades swing and ropes bind and pull, men roar, the blood pours...

Atakti
Atakti 12 Mar 2017 Tag: Dark

A Rush

Scarlet, scarlet, it was a scarlet hour... The rushing recedes, leaves me bitten by the workings of my teeth and lips. Regrets leak through my palms. I raise my chin, facing the children that sprung from the scarlet hour.

Asomatous

A To Read, Only To Be Deceived

Your hall is a wound, a prattling rift in space I sense from each stint of the grid. I avoid the block; even air barely abides me there, poisoned by base need, veiled only by my antiqued tendency toward naïveté. What a world war's worth of pain you have waged...

saintedmad
saintedmad 10 Mar 2017 Tag: dreamstate

A sudden nightwishing

while i sleep, these girls move from their walls, climbing away and they play at clothes. their toes soft and quiet in the grey night; not a sound while they kiss, fragile lips drinking cupping raw silent water and circling with kitten fingers the red stars.. . and then the...

Asomatous
Asomatous 04 Mar 2017 Tag: helios philosophos

A Conversations With The Sun

Pt. 1 ~ What Can, Becomes … yeah, but we really were all born to live, or else we never would have lived at all. Depending on who you talk to of course, it’s highly philosophical. I mean … we aren’t mirrors of our mothers, but the placental film that first sacrificed...

saintedmad
saintedmad 26 Feb 2017 Tag: Deciduous

A overture: the fifth lovecraftian life

blasphemous. inevitable. she knows words that create a stumbling orphan, awake at her first funeral and who was she besides the thud under a fist. the worldslows at his third elegy he tells her how. to not fight about small things because they eventually bloom bigger, like...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 26 Feb 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Maybe One Day This Will Be Our Culture

Ignorance beyond ignorance History has lead us to this point Narcissistic clown tears down the veil And suddenly then we take notice and protest Kissinger still has a lot to answer for But he's looking like a barrel of laughs Compared to this asylum show It's so hard not to be the arsehole...

after hours
after hours 20 Feb 2017 Tag: bereaved fiction

A pretending glaucoma

Severed words they limp from the mouth like war . & still your tide moves like constants inside of me . Before you i had learned to fracture ..to peter the wind according to yours, yet always you left me wanting...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 14 Feb 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A The Character Assassin

One by one with slow deletion All facets and dimensions destroyed Lofty praise frazzling creative cortexes Those who praise become the hunted The shadows whisper whereabouts The crypts of stories untold piled high Chain smoking page sneerer scores another There will be no laughter or...

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