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The mad man of no man's land
Sleeps in a shack
Of broken black stained glass
Smoking old bullets and kissing cigars
With a yellow-lipped smile,
Reeking of piss and ink
Brainwashed by gunpowder,
He twitches at the squawks of vultures
Snapping his fingers to the Devil's knocks on his pebble door.
Sometimes, he's a king
Sitting regally upon his throne
Of rusted fingernails and shattered teeth,
A crown of thorns ripping into his brow,
And sipping on the finest festered bone marrow--
It's getting harder to find in this drought.
But then he melts into a blithering Goliath,
Rolling on a rug of dusty Persian hair
With a mistress made of butcher's twine.
And the blood is velvet and the houseflies sing
His green eye points up, and his blue eye heads west
And as he lays in the dry and heavy heat,
As the bombs and vultures shriek overhead,
While the Devil snaps the blues on his dirt porch,
He pisses himself
So he can think to himself how lovely the rain feels
in the drought of the century
Sleeps in a shack
Of broken black stained glass
Smoking old bullets and kissing cigars
With a yellow-lipped smile,
Reeking of piss and ink
Brainwashed by gunpowder,
He twitches at the squawks of vultures
Snapping his fingers to the Devil's knocks on his pebble door.
Sometimes, he's a king
Sitting regally upon his throne
Of rusted fingernails and shattered teeth,
A crown of thorns ripping into his brow,
And sipping on the finest festered bone marrow--
It's getting harder to find in this drought.
But then he melts into a blithering Goliath,
Rolling on a rug of dusty Persian hair
With a mistress made of butcher's twine.
And the blood is velvet and the houseflies sing
His green eye points up, and his blue eye heads west
And as he lays in the dry and heavy heat,
As the bombs and vultures shriek overhead,
While the Devil snaps the blues on his dirt porch,
He pisses himself
So he can think to himself how lovely the rain feels
in the drought of the century
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The Show Must Go On.
The Show Must Go On.
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and
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Man Made the Money.
Man Made the Money.
We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.
We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount
Literature
Questions.
Questions.
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know th
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Death to the Poet"Death to the Oracles, Gypsies of Light
Who see through blindness of man and his infinite night
Through the lies of the Fates and their wriggling tales
And hear oncoming days through time's shrieks and wails
Death to the Sorcerers, Gypsies of Force
Who weave fire from breath and sing winds off their course
Who lift Earth from it's patterns and craft boisterous rain
And trap stars in their palms, and suck suns in their veins
Death to the Mothers, the Gypsies of Life
Child's Deus Ex Machina, the hunting man's wife
The bearer of Futures, the giver of Souls
Who find shadows of crisis and swallow them whole
Death to the monsters shrieking in th
The Mud-Eyed GypsyI am the Mud-Eyed Gypsy Girl
and I have escaped the seduction of wolves
They snarled and gnawed at my ankles
I found the tuxedo-masked stranger
His eyes full of stars
Who I implored to save me
But alas
I saved myself
As the cosmos guided me into the lips
Of precariously patient Venus Flytraps
I spat in Destiny's eye
And climbed out of acidic lies
Raven wings streaming,dreaming behind me
Ugly and Black
The gutter and the witch's moon called to me
And the starry eyes behind the mask tempted
But I tamed him like I tamed my own darkness
The howling ghouls can't hurt me now.
My blood-black night is VICTORIOUS.
When Aslan Slays the JabberwockyWhen Aslan slays the Jabberwocky,
The roar will ring out loud
It's head will roll at the Hatter's feet
And songs will snare the crowd
When Gandalf fights the Queen of Ice
Joyful Narnians will scream
White will turn from cloaks of gray
The Adams and Eves will beam
When Harry fights the Dark Lord Sauron
His wand will win the test
He'll escape from death's cold cloak
And Middle Earth could rest
When Alice battles the Basilisk
Her mighty sword will slay
And all in Hogwarts will remember well
Their savior that day
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Bravo, Bravo! Another amazing emerald work! Each work thrills me more than the last. Well done indeed.