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carlosjackal
carlosjackal 20 Oct 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Late In The Rain

A Tuesday morning Comedy show Living life as a dream And a whirl As soon as we judge The art is fucked Open arms Showing kindness To a crow Like a post-orgasmic Bowie lyric You're no saint but You're still a sweetheart ​ Klitschko taught me patience Death taught me to...

saintedmad
saintedmad 28 Sep 2017 Tag: dreamstate

A no dresses come in bloody alabaster

fool stop. if i go on, out of sheer buoyancy, the heart will decide to die at the point of contact; immediate and then some,how shimmer apocalyptic:light that i know damn well is blindness. so i keep still. if i seem closer now, like white words on sky, ushering you...

tpu
tpu 23 Sep 2017 Tag: Dream

A The Dreamer, and the Deceiver.

+--+ There was once a time, I could rid, all I had gathered, and speak to the trees. To the wind, to the water to the sun, to the soil. I knew their names. . . . When the wind would sing, pines would sigh remembrance and the...

magdalena
magdalena 01 Sep 2017 Tag: personal

A catch me never

I'm clairvoyant to your billionaire lips the hoax is your tongue against my starfish lifelines you burn me with moonbeams you're a swindler, a lord chalk fresh and glitter warmth I'm the fumbling rebel the fizz when the rain falls against my heated flesh...

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 31 Aug 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Naga's Revenge

Naga nags Gives the squeeze And I My friend Can barely Breathe! My mouth is struggling A sentence Please! Francesca Behind bar In tea towel Wheeze! As my face explodes With the hottest seas The day I pinned My hopes On a viper wing And a prayer

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 31 Aug 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Spiders Three

Spiders three The same The loneliest one Struggling To build webs The other two Building Masterpieces Like they're working Together In harmony Yet Their distance Apart Told The truth About nature And I saw all three Made the perfect Equilateral Triangle

carlosjackal
carlosjackal 10 Aug 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A K-Shrooming Glow In Dirty Good Times

wake up on an island empty suitcase post-storm cool breeze the clouds have other plans sun in sky working for alcohol guy hornbag devil man lambs in cougars' clothing blood withdrawal hole in wall caribbean cool consultant word sound engineering strange lady of...

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 to await 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....

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.

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...

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