3Ts

1) talk

2) tears

3)  TIME

the template was destined to be wrong.

It took me decades to see why.

history of mistakes added up to delusion

alien failures became domestic madness

Familiar Edges

inspired by “Jagged” by Jacob Ibrag

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This common language of pain we both speak

you, and all random folk calling me – freak

This liquid misery, metallic and salty in taste

Look into a mirror- that’s sad crystalized to space

Many Names

The Hunt rises, shy at first, she flashes a smile

bright and milky above the star light’s exile

shapes grow solid, fog turns to trees and hills

Isn’t this how the world gets its thrills?

Under The Armor

Once, I saw a man standing by a lake,

Hands by his side, dipped in ache.

His alabaster glass skin glowed blue,

confusion and regret, a heart too true,

What’s a heart for?

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What’s a heart between beats?

Useless pieces of wind-up mechanics

a still lump of  faulty desire,

shaped by struggle,

first times

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I remember the sand between my toes

remember the first light invading the beach

remember the cold salty water

licking at my ankles, fingertips touching

Love, isn’t it?

All deadly things possess cruel beauty.

For soul, a hungry fire, consuming duty-

for eyes, charcoal, and diamonds,

for voice, a guttural growl, then silence.

blessed

nowadays I’m blessed with wrath;

a poison-filled hollow, a walking skin

puffy eyes of dark, lips parched.

they part to let the shadow escape

between tiny millstones; my ivory tusks

they let it slip, grow, blossom in space,

so it ripens to a fruit,  a shape, to a world

A world where souls do not matter

Where ghosts do not exist to be found

Where dreams are meant to be dissolved

in the past that died, sharing

the future that never comes

Nowadays I’m blessed with rage divine

Like a forgotten god, a flickering demon

with a milky stare, and wet tongue

licking off tears, blood‘n sweat

easing the wounds of a false me

Nowadays… I’m blessed…

– with frenzy.

 

hole in the middle

wish to wish the words will flutter

in the wind of  greed and hunger,

they will whisper about lust and rage.

in the back of your cranial maze

brain storms

(Interstellar)

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I was once trapped.

Caught and bound.

Wrapped in bones,

flesh and blood and skin.