Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Castle



Power is the mission 
Power is like powder spread over tables of confused beings
Written in chalk on the bare chests of humanity -- slaves to The Castle.
Bodies on trees in the garden filled with bags of shit
Embalming fluids water the plants that grow into dummies
Hanging over leaves that never fall 
Palms bleeding with their fingerprints on the wall 
Waiting, waiting, waiting, to be freed from The Castle.
Throne overbearing the Queen herself in neglected spirits that never left
like lightning's white strike 

Power 

The power to get another dummy to fuck
The power to reach into the skull of Death & proceed without fear
in The Castle.
Sticks pushing beautiful bones over fresh cotton
Make perfect lines in the soil for the children to bury their faces in
& see the horns of Satan through dirt's underground
Instilled in them -- fear of running from The Castle.

Chambers stained in piss 
Dogs chained to all four sides 
The scent of raw meat putrid enough to quiet any words dummies tried to speak 
Tongues turned black over looking Bible scriptures in The Castle.

Dungeons filled with lonely rejects on top of one another
Closed pures infused with the blood & guts of whom was sacrificed
While others forced into sex make more food for consumption
Trapped in steam with no ventilation
Hot breath of guards constantly breathe down the necks of 
Harlequins & lepers -- in fear of The Castle.

I turn myself into nothing; light doesn't come from my heart
Maniacs drive me wild as I can't even think of my next way of venturing out
I don't know what the fuck is to come about in The Castle

Dark rooms 
Electric chairs glow around every corner
Floor wet/feet hot/throbbing sensation in head
Dummies can't survive in The Castle.

Books with no pages in the library
I see nothing but the portraits of dead people they called "Heroes"
Searching through halls seems as if the walls are miles long
I saw a figure in the brightest window with a man made third eye
Hung from the tallest tree 
Dummy fills another bag of shit
Hiding behind a picture frame was I
Nearing the last spot on the wall trying to read engraved symbols 
Marking the edges of the frames
Out came the Queen & her most handsome dummy 
Carrying the final portrait entitled: 

'King of The Castle'







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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Birth


Ironic is highbrow lowering on earth's eclipse
Like moving feet on quicksand
Perspiring on dying land 
I gave a hand to live on the sun 
In need like a doctor's on a stillborn son 
Escaping embankment
Full body breathing 
Cigarette ash in neglect of my cancer 
As the graying air passed
I watched the silhouette of a dancer 
Overpowered by the fears of intimacy
Blinded by the skeptics of necromancy
I am but an embryo, a neophyte
Unaccustomed to everything in sight
A modern knight unprotected 

A misfit exaggerated 

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Monday, April 11, 2011

(Untitled)

Avenge 
   Avenge 
      Avenge

Fucking black nazis 
Revoked vampire blood soaked critique
Mystic beings 
Skin like dirt 
Fucking animals trying to be unique
Razor blades leave tiger stripes 
All over their faces neck & arms 
Like bad tattoos carrying broken arms 
Firing at the sky because God is a lie
He criticized the belly of their tribe
Digging 6ft underground 
They live in darkness not in shame

Killers 

Fucking maniacs 
Sick hypochondriacs
Slit wrists & fucked throats
Shitting on any believer
Swastikas branded on their foreheads 
Their leader: Sinister
They line up & resemble the white millipede
Superhuman yet hand me downs
To the master's steed 

          Avenge 
     Avenge 
Avenge 


Ruined bastards
Some lucky enough 
To stare into rye eyed Sinister
Defy & be banished
Promenading like demons 
With big shoes to fill 
Still like holocaust hills 
Slick as vulpes 
Fucking animals
Black Nazis


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Between Yellow & Green

Photo by: Lauren Randolph 


An abstract splash
Of color in her
Chromatic atmosphere
Head in the clouds
Defying gravity
Against the pull of
Chartreuse



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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Sidewalk Television

Radio and metronome 
Paradox and wheel of chrome
Monk and whore 
John and Hitler 
Sockets and baby fingers 
TV and telescope 
Suicidal thoughts and rope 
(Ways to cope...) 
Roaches and the ghetto 
Man and stilletto 
Malcolm X('d) government
United X against 
Secrets and truth
Exploitation and youth 
Love and most 
(Just a hoax...)
Push over and mounted on
Masters X artist of con 
Jesus' thoughts ? Bible text 
Death threats and free xanax
Guns and powder 
Inside vs. outer 
Mass vs. one 
Many = one 
Those ones are the mass 
Not the ones who don't do the math 
Division is equal to hate 
Add the picket signs blocking funeral lines 
X + y = death(s) + permanent nosebleeds
But the blood is never wiped 
From their top lip + vomit bathe 
Disgusting, hip while laid



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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Big Building View (2am)


Joyous angel tears bouncing off streetlights
Giving color to the grass below 
And giving freedom to the clouds
Soaring still yet slowing 
Moving towards the beautiful sunset 
Bathing my body
Darkens my skin in orange glow
In the moment....

I smiled as I saw jet black on my hands
Against suns high praise of me
This is my time....

I write this poem in the late hours of 2am
Even before the day begins 
I wish to freeze my toes on melting snow
Let the rain wash my face 
As I dream of my name in these big city lights
And scream in LIBERATION

SCREAM 

I want everyone to hear
I'm not afraid...

My world my soul
My art my voice
My body my conscience
Sits at the edge of this windowpane
While warmth rises from the vents
And touches my chin
I wrote this poem in the late hours of 2am 
Not knowing where 
My next journey will begin 


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