Collectors Gonna Collect Me Someday

Wasted and wounded, I still adhere to wishing to be some new state

This country made his compatriots buried in the mud

This county slived hopeless ones until they broke into crumbles

This street has no vision, 

It’s useless to bond each shambles together, rife with unrecognizable blood stains and toils

No one can creep into the dragon’s nest and see the deflective meanings on his unsharpened teeth anymore

I’ll die here against my will, and I’ll stock myself in a pine box 

And collectors gonna collect me someday, so I’m not here to judge

Everyting’s primal, all the pride’s esteemed 

My gun sleeps like a hunter’s, my pleasure gets lost

My deeds are tangled, time lays in a deathbed

My loved ones are ghosts, slaying themselves and wearing skins 

I’m an antique sculpture that stan...

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Every little boy and girl -

Knows of The Man -

Even the bad ones -

(Especially the bad ones)

The Man goes from house to house-

Taking what you most desire -

He wears a dapper suit - black - of course-

And a tall top hat sporting a raven’s feather -

Close your eyes - do you see him?

Sporting a black cane-

Carrying it in the oddest fashion-

He smells of things below-

His hair is ink - his eyes are blue-

He’ll stop for anyone -

Just ask him to-

His favourite book is To Kill a Mockingbird-

As it should be-

No one knows where he belongs,

He doesn’t seem to - anywhere he goes -

Figure out the riddle -

And maybe you’ll meet him - too.

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When the Lark trills-

Her final song -

In the belly of the night-

Swathed in starlight-

Her voice rings out -

One last call -

Laying in a bed of lavender -

She falls silent -

In her ill state -

She makes out Master’s hand-

Reaching for her stilling form-

The darkness swells in her vision-

As she fades immediately.

Bloody Ash

Bloody Ash

Bloody Clowns in Boredom’s Circus

Clone each other’s Appearance and Tricks,

Multiplied are all-welcoming Sockets,

Where Eyes’re being scrambled in Mix

To prepared be after on Fire

Of enormous and devilish Heat:

Clownery supersedes the Desire –

Replicated to be after Split…

Age – Forgetfulness genuine Wishes

Brought in Imagery to memorize:

System pushes and System unleashes

Under Glass so reminding of Ice –

Of the Doomed one to melt and, avenging,

Pathway opening to mired Flesh;

Metamorphosis here arranging –

The Condition to turn Dirt in Ash…

Smile in Powder, glistening Lipstick –

Let us greet mocking Image of “Growth”:

Point of ...

Miles Awake

Miles Awake

Miles of the Stones,

Shadows of Shapes,

Show Path for Dawns,

Where Sunlight shakes

Twilight Denials,

Anguish of Nights:

Numbering Dials’s

Seemingly right!..

Seeming is lying –

Lying’s a Look

Into Denying,

Made by a Crook,

Into Oblivion

Doing in Rush:

In all that limping and

Wavering Lush,

Rages of Robberies,

Probing of Pride,

Cages for throbbing Grease,

Call to decide 

What will be moving next, –

Doing to make;

Now, where Decision rests,

Learn – and awake!..

Escape Mourned

Escape Mourned

To escape is to find

What was suffered as Lost:

To feel what grew in Mind

And to mind what’s felt most

To be mindful for Feelings,

Released in Control –

That’s the fiery Deal that is

Here to call!..

And to where escape –

Into Morning or Night –

Let decide flying Shape

Of ray burning of Light

That for Bearers born

First appear or last:

Let his Breath be adorned

In the Silence of Karst:

Silence, filled with unheard

Cries, and Ramble, and Groans,

Karst, where echoing Word

Hits through Evenings and Dawns,

Premonitions and Fears,

There wait to be turned

Into what will be Dear

For the Greeted – not Mour...

Something There

Something There

Something to say,

Someone to speak:

Here is May –

Might is a Stick,

Must is to have

To of “you could”:

Try to be brave –

Coward means Mood!..

Distance to jump:

What if right now

Air is dump,

Soil – after Plow

Sea – after Milk

Way of it passed;

Left before Blink

What was amassed!..

Life is a Core,

Death is a Shell –

Water them more,

Waitingly spell,

Prayingly curse,

Blessingly swear:

Crazy? – Of course!

Wisdom is there…

Engulfed Resurrection

Engulfed Resurrection

Engulfed by Enjoyment –

Intrinsical Value –

In Evergreen showing

What was long so paling,

You dance and with cruel

Rejoicing smile lovely

In Nature so dual,

In Dresses put lightly!..

And being so merciful

To praising Prayers,

Throw out of Remorse full

Burden – and dare

For all that fulfill what

Was hidden by Sorrow

Of Longings and Strivings vote,

Spared for “Tomorrow”;

Of all that was lied by them –

Thieves, Robbers, Murderers –

Of all you called “Life” in Den

Where Lion grows –

The Lion of your now free

And roaring Passion,

Of Joy trampling all Debris

In Resurrectio...

Nature's philosophy

The heart that is longing to natures chancing,

hearing the music the souls needed dancing.

Trees raised crowns towards the clouds as homage,

granting the request in tears as rain hostage.

Sublimity from loving spirit not being asserted,

tomb of worlds past and society diverted.

Precious vision to become empty of presume,

empty hearts reflected to recreate the bloom.

Wilderness in all so over-whelming,

mental expansion naturally mending.

Before the feet can reach that dwelling place,

imagine that sphere in all grace.

The silence of the heart wakes the whole creation,

natures moral principle before preparation.

Loving souls whom life has thrown apart,

destinies to separate and fulfilling a new start.

Lives ocean waves come to wake and leaving,

to solve in oneself the rhythms of pleasing.

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LONESOME PATH..

Within the confines of the mind,

Memories which are left behind,

Remind us of the way we were,

Not knowing what was to occur.

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Forever wishing time to pass,

Searching for the greener grass,

Holding onto distant dreams,

But fools gold is not as it seems.

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Trudging down a lonesome path,

Not content with all you have,

Envy building up inside,

As you lose your sense of pride.

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Faced by what was to occur,

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