stupid carnival
hall of mirrors
we wish to leave
this mundane village
and experience the exotic
foreign landscapes(Boston)
sweet, sweet freedom
i am the champion of verse
my pain is my contribution
yet you continue to restrain me
i have a void in my heart
a rush of blood to my penis
an urge, unforgiving
a mind plagued by scenes of passion
tolerance
patience
to erase the scars on my heart
i open the wounds of my past
(but only on her time)
all this useless poetry
wasted words in the wind
i see her pristine image
and wish to blind my eyes(figuratively)
i have been elevated
beyond the rhythm(heartbeat) of the deserving
there is beauty
in this crude complextion
truth is beauty
and reality is tainted
the overt superficiality
the hypocracy, the irony
persists in your halls
remains in your eyes
"It is our obligation to judge and not be judged"
emotions
distorted
imitated
never appreciated
the Impossible Ones
they adore me in the guise of the wounded
midnight ecstasy
from a beautiful stranger
faceless connectors (words, and only words)
the constant resurfacing
of the buried memory
parallel convictions
beauty remains beauty
no matter the distance we've created
you were the original outlet
the manifestation of fantasy
the female poet
the mystery, the box you carry your love in
the walls i could not surmount
the aftermath, the spectre
boy
has best friend
has girlfriend
chooses her over him
best friend
isolated, understandable
humility
beauty
voice of seraphin
blossom
and receive me in your arms
blue? eyes alone in the black
i want to shoot rainbows through you
paint a nicer day for you to hold
i love you through the unbalance
the fox and the president
and the new breed of sinners
the chain gang and the rosegarden (thorns intact)
"There's got to be something wrong with this kid"
i'm a lunatic
but i'm passionate
the curtain closes and the shadows vanish |
|
