behind-the-veil-of-sanity-reblog:
Life’s become wicked wicket boundaries
bats keeps me on my back for six
on the crease bewildered men standing
running but in the end always caught
and out
Slaying the dragon
Slaying the dragon, Slaying the ghosts, I dream of hands unfettered, I dream of hands alight Each morning I see my Face Each morning I see my Death A mirror A mirror A mir at best
Bang! Bang!
I donโt much scream these days, or Ever to be fair. I donโt await your fake and humanly climax. I bite you as I lick your wanting, Whoโs for Chinese Fish Fingers? Our human endeavours as things goes, bang! Bang! Bang! Banging you, fingering me, as the ultimate cumming of words bequeath me
through the valleys
I learned many years ago, the name of police - in Welsh, and walking โcross the mountains, through the valleys; through and though, I found a better way. What at first appeared as mere fiction she taught me was the ways of old, and I having no better clue; I went with it -- Oh the fool
among sparrow stars
such a noble name we gave it / a precious pet among sparrow stars / dead in deeds unimaginable / a fire-breathing door adancing / I kneel before the name of names / the humble among the humblings / the one from outside the universe of ours / a crossing of many paths untreaded / such is the path ahead / such is the truth / such is the answer sought / such and such and thus: is jaysome
What does [redacted] even mean?
“No sir, I was standing under this very tree when they appeared in a puff of smoke, over there”
“I didn’t, no, no no. There was no flash, just smoke”
“Except for two people appearing out of thin air? No today’s been like any day I guess, the play has been good, I’m enjoying the park setting”
“Not allowed to say what? What does [redacted] even mean? [redacted] implies [redacted]? Oh. Even on a Tuesday? Right. My lips are sealed. Zipped.
I need new words
and in the end
the goddess chose
her weapons; the
collected words of
bipeds, the blender
of sharpened scissors,
and reluctantly she pressed
play
.
and the pages shattered
and the paragraphs fell
and the words divine – divided;
only lettered symbols remained
.
and so it began
from the nothingness became
a single dot – not an end
a single dot – unfonted
a single thought of words
wanted – awesomely inspiring