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the burning bush

I promise you only one thing

promises are for

losers of faith

let the swing take you

over the edge

to oblivion and

beyond

close your eyes and let

faith receive you on

the other side

I will be there waiting

the burning bush

am I

Icing on the cake

Behold the icing on the cake

GO white stuff !

drum

the Drum

never ending DRUMS

beating down my

skin

on your

skin

the sun RISING over

slight nipples

I stand

no more

no less

not sure

or…

Scars

You call them tattoos
the reflections of a life
lived inside out – spinning

the last air bubble of a
man swimming with pockets
full of rocks, the faded photo
of love imagined – lost

I only see scars

trembling doubts

I’m not telling you
I love you
through the haze of
blackened fields
a scorching eye
scanning mine fields
trembling doubts
silencing my
heart

Vibrating Brownies at dawn

Would you love me less
Were I not a daughter
of Satan
The cloven hof
Giving everything you
Desire
The Extacy of
Snake pits and Vibrating
Brownies at dawn
Would you love me less
If I let you
Bleed out

withdrawal, agony, shame

Withdrawing from you
tumbling towards the void
stumbling on unlaced shoes
pain ^ 2 I scream
 
the hardest drug
today of days
further farther
stumbling on

1.6.8 days WITH
counting the days WITHOUT
the u in you
passing through Middleton

Withdrawal
Withdrawal
Withdrawal
Sucks.

I Lost

I wanted more

you did not

than friendship

follow heart

my feelings obvious

instead followed

for long lasting

advising “friend”

relationship

it won’t last

and love

ignore him

I lost

whistle whistle

4711 the number of
the beast
we were the kings of
the command line
the breakers
the crackers
the phreakers
ruled
the net was young
the rules none
whistle whistle
CONNECTED 2400
midnight sessions of
CGA YELLOW TINTED EYES
The Humble Guys *
Razor 1911 *
ATH and then
some sleep before
starting again

the joys of the falling

nothing

Nothing

NoThing

NOTHING

speaks to me

like the breaking of

the weakest link

the majestic

once standing

now falling

crumbling

I close my eyes

and smile

moment of truth

That sound you hear

is not a sizzler

arriving

it is I

standing right behind you

smoking a stick

of dynamite

awaiting the

mind blowing

moment of

truth

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