Free love, Karma, Silence over the sound of nothing
So what am I to do now?
When the threat of Poland's prophecy
Is shadowing my moods with you.
Each time I see you, you're that much uglier
Colder, less than what I would want under
Any circumstance. Meanwhile I know
That you are none of those things, but grand
Instead.
I'm not underappreciated, I am what I am
We are what we've chosen. I'm getting muddled up
In the middle of what I had initially been proposing.
My mind hasn't changed, nor have feelings.
I just recoil from the idea of you, when it not so
Long ago had me singing.
Here we are, entertaining our bodies with
The loins of each other. Giving pulse shocks
To our minds unlike the many empty others we've
Come to meet and shed aside.
Yours I can't say,
But my heart does not feel so strong to make you more.
Yet what I was once content with doesn't seem to work
Anymore.
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Is fair
Not a vindictive death bloat
of green protoplasm
To be thrown upon the sinners in the
Reflection of Pride's shades
It is not a shape to be made a tool
To be handled and groped by the grudge bearers
and vengeful beaks of squawking vaginas, choking
on their hymen
Hartkiss odd bliss
When the nettled finds instance of
Despairing venerability (never mind that all is inevitable)
Swearing He prophesied it as he spits
The peasperam from the gap in his teeth-
Blindness is the only blunder, next to man's
Bullhead that can be blamed
Majetic Karma is bound by no human physics
Existing pendulously, akin to the thumps of
A distant loco
She is the original scale of punishment/reward
Undiluted by the standardized greys of morals and ethics
From witness to judgement, Eternity has a home
Awaiting the moment when we forget our expected prizes
An act of kindness for the sake, not a gain
For us to resist the urge for malevolent faces
Put to others to shame or disgrace them
Karma has all the time in the world
Time is leashed to her wrists
She lets reincarnation know;
Reduce, reuse, retire
Our helpless fetal souls.
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If the mouths of now ghostly straight faces
were to breathe the air shared today they
would soon rust along the hinges and fall
to the sheet metal floor,
Angelic and innocent ears turned inside out
to escape the perilous void found
in the noise.
Burrowing aphids plow through drums to
tear through their pulsing auditory
umbilical cords,
The mother selfs' own inner mouth
weeping nonsensical
to encourage the destruction
to tune out space and its buzzing flies and skies,
Born into it we do not feel the excruciating
as the soul loses touch with the external essence of life.
We who sleep far too long as our ears take hideous grout
as a far away, soft, gentle shout!
Stirring awake almost too late!
Suspended to the West at Two PM
with eternity to make the choice
Stinging burns of sunlight flash; rapturous!
Succumb to the death of the rasping snore.