Tag: surrealism
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Two Moons
we persistently die for the things we will be forgotten by… I invited every demon and unconquerable alibi for a cup of tea and opened the door wide for every profound pathology a discovery of what is me that every horrific thing is really a beautiful part of me and it all travels and goes…
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Antigua
to live in such a way that all there is is the center and whatever it’s found to be made of it is never forgotten again…
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Skeletonia
the night blackensyesterday with its stormy sobs,with dreamsof two hearts warring…gnawing as rabid dogsa heart that loves the harder also plunders and with its deceit and sweet kisses takes us underunrecognizable,like a bony kaleidoscope…it’s best to part from puppy shitbefore the growls, before the silence, before the scowlsyou may never know the traumasa lover harbors…
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Ridge
Sleep is an eternal succession of secluded shadows harboring overflowing shitholes and empty showers… this life is an endless fountain, a breathing bellow beneath a babbling mountain… I long to rest in the cracks of a Topekean river, A place so magnetic we can cry, scream, and shiver and there dream sparingly of neurotic bridges…
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Utero
heartache is the solitary conductor of the soul… it moves us towards madness or atrophy some of us have been left trapped within the first lesions swearing allegiance to bloodstained binarial backhands or presumed pitiable perversions birthing loyal corpses vowing to never do the same, a succubatic game in which we welcome the end in…
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Palabala
Though we Are each a separate letter, we are all a unified word, a single Universal utterance merged within the voice of the infinite…
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Breath
Some people Want to live so bad They die in the process… A smile hurled over a corporate conglomeration and you have stopped living before any teeth can be shown… Safely saving in safety and it’s murder on the soul Securing an illusion over a vital withering concept and… murder on the soul an unshed…
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Elefonte
Beautiful unswaying nature I saw nature at its pinnaculous beauty in a landscape of unmoved swaying men amidst busy trees seemingly dancing atop stop lights and buttered buildings where everything stenched like nothingness a pungency of redundant budgings A dream softingly sound asleep to the brink of death A breath held tightly on a wire,…
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Shamacide
pondering pretty presumptions under a shade of half open eyelids the moon is kept hidden by an envious sun the opaqueness of a held breath where battles of man and life are won crushing celestial cement over a smoldering ray of logic lazily laying sideways by omissions what is the hope of denigration? such questions…
Healing Through Words 