CCCXLI – Amethyst

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Death is such a cruel mistress,
She takes what She pleases
I spy Her hair around the corner
when my daughter sneezes

Death always seems to take Her prey
as She plants the next
long before we’re even born,
our little lives are hexed

She comes to you with open arms,
claiming She’ll set you free
long I’ve sought after Her beauty,
not Her irony

Death is so coy, such a flirt
moist is Her forked tongue
how easily, Her love for me
has to hatred swung

I never thought I’d see the day
where I squandered suffering
to cross the Styx, I have no coins,
please take my golden ring.

There are a few pieces i’ve written in my absence, but rarely are they finished. I’ll try to get some up here. Hope all is well. Stay weird.

Holy fuck, people still come to my page?

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Hello,

This will probably be the last time I make some bullshit excuse to you people. I finally finished up the legal battle I was in, and have started to settle down from the festival I went to. Have a few pieces in my notebook I need to type up, but this is something I wrote there:

 

Guzzling Gasoline

Windswept eyes see sorry sights
thrown about the wastes
blinded by the soot and smoke
and frozen in the night
burning by the heat of day
and pissing liquor, straight
I take a sip of gasoline
to, at last, ride eternal.

 

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CCCXXXVII – Skewed Reflection

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Could it be that I’ve been lied to
by myself and heart?
all my days, the skies are black
why can’t I just restart?
it always rains on my parade,
my roses: cursed to wilt
I try to find a greener pasture,
but there’s only filth
it taints my soil, water, and mind
I’ve grown calcified
all these fucking children crying,
my ears bled and dried.

CCCXXXVI – The Sorrow of Charles

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Please excuse the delay, this took far longer to edit than i thought since i cant sing for shit

based on a song that my friend’s friend sung

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry,
if I don’t get some whiskey, I’ll certainly die
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry,
which god will make whiskey rain from the sky?
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my dear,
I’d rather drink piss than smell one more beer
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my dear,
when lost and alone, my whiskey will steer
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my child,
it calms me down when my days get too wild
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my child,
the bottles I’ve poured, now they’re to the sun piled
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
if I don’t get some whiskey, I am soon to die
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry,
I’ve run out of joy, so I’m tapping the rye
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my dear,
forgotten and fading, my only true fear
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my dear,
I’ve fallen from grace and I’m now nowhere near
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my child
I can’t soon remember the last time you smiled
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my child,
it seems from your heart, I have now been exiled
Jack o’ Diamonds vers’ a full house, ‘gainst the Devil, I would bet
I’ll drink all the whiskey that my hands can get
such a fool now, vers’ a full house, ‘gainst the Devil, I did bet
I’ve drank all the whiskey my poor hands could get
if the ocean were whiskey, and I was a duck,
I’d dive to the bottom and drink it all up
that sweet poison whiskey, it cost me my home,
it cost me my friends, so I drink it alone
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, my only love true,
rye whiskey, sweet whiskey, dependent on you
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I sigh
I’ll drink my rye whiskey ‘til I finally die
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry,
I’ll drink more rye whiskey while waiting to die
rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry,
with every new bottle, I’m begging to die.

CCCXXXV – Rest in Peace, Van Winkle

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I fell asleep in a faery ring,
endless sunset is this dream
I whisked away on a golden gust,
embraced by aether, and then moss
I bathed long in the rising sun
my beard grew coarse as the old earth sunk
my cheek kissed by a rising tide
until the faeries swept me high
I danced with faeries in the still moonlight,
as eons passed, I knew no time
I fell asleep in a faery ring,
a never ending, lovely dream
a mushroom circle came to me
I shut my eyes to count the sheep
the faeries took me far away
forever, this is where I’ll stay
I fell asleep in a faery ring,
I feed my dreams to the Faery Queen.
wrote this and a few others a bit ago, havent really had the time to make it on here.

CCCXXXIII – Hellraiser 391: Straight to Late Night Skinemax

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Her wicked nails, they dance up my spine
the taste of her lips, sweet poison divine
toxic salvia – I wet my tongue
eying the table where now her dress hung
she falls into me, I follow her lead
her teeth tearing flesh is all that I need
my blood gets hot as my eyes dilate,
a fistful of hair – I don’t hesitate
to rip her away, her sweet skin exposed
pulling her tight, she keeps her eyes closed
I kiss her cheek as I clench her back
tighter and tighter ‘til I feel it crack
I twist her flesh to rip off a prize,
finally, at last, she opens her eyes
she bites my lip, smiling, she tears
I push her down, back at me, she stares
our fingers lock, she’s pinned to the ground
with her free hand, so silken the sound
of her splitting nails as she slices skin
arching my back, embracing our sin
she licks my blood off her fingertips
so easily, off her bra slips
I look to her with lust in my eye
longing to fuck so hard that we die
it’s my fantasy to fuck the dead
she wonders how long my corpse will give head
inside her at last, so soft, her moan
I break her fingers, exposing the bone
on them, I gnaw, as I kiss her hand
“Harder! Much harder!” is her command
she rocks her hips, and I drop my guard
between my ribs, she slips onyx shard
“Hurt me!” she screams, and oh, I’ll comply
I twist her breast to relish her cry
she rips my ear – off, to the ground
I’m so entranced, I must be spellbound
too much blood loss, my vision now blurred
with only one ear, her pleas are still heard
I feel her tighten, contorting with bliss
my chest to hers for one final kiss
I take the blade that I laid beside
tracing her hips and taunting my Hyde
I grab her thigh for one final thrust
loving the fruits of our sin and lust
I come inside and plunge that blade deep
her body goes limp, but this one I’ll keep
she got to me, and she stained my brain
I feel her life pump through each vein
I collapse onto her, our blood intertwined
leaving two lovers for others to find.

CCCXXVIII- Pockets Full of Posie

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I feel my mind melt away
draining, as my dreams are slayed
drawn and quartered – on display
tugging on my threads, so frayed
it’s no wonder I’m insane,
Life’s unfair, like She explained
Her words, they burned into my brain
as over me, she cruelly reigned
Death, my Mistress, come to me
your lovely kiss can set me free
please spare me the misery
of Life and Her tyranny.

CCCXXVII – The Parliament of Neverland

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I wrote this a few days ago, but haven’t had the time to post it because i am a terrible panda

Talent may be bred,
but success must be sculpted
to suck your ego’s dick
is just shameless and revolting
not every child’s a champion,
not everyone’s a star,
it may sound unfair,
but life usually is hard
if everyone’s a genius,
why is this world such a drag?
rose-colored sunglasses
and distractions from the drab
blinded by our ignorance,
our arrogance, and greed
to plant a couple roses,
we just beg to be deceived
we segregate by class and creed,
reciting primal fears,
we called spilt milk an apocalypse
as destruction loomed and neared

It’s quite easy, oh, to see
our species as malicious
the only thing “special” about us
is in euphemism.

CCCXXVI – House Arrest

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Shit gets weird
when you’re talking to yourself
I question the state
of my mental health
I try to read
between the lines
of ketamine
and the LA Times

I see serpents
in the sky
are they magick,
or am I fried?
society and I
are split in thirds
I might be crazy
but so is the world

Preachers are unholy,
comedians are just
we ignore tyranny
for a self-entitled fuss
I’d rather die in vain
than see another day
a bullet in my head
after dozens have been slayed

I’ll know peace at last
as worms feast upon my face
I pray the Gods of Zon
come enslave the human race.

 

Conveniently directly after saying id work on haiku and limericks, i started working on a longer piece when i’ve had time. im just going to stop giving predictions/heads up since i’m usually wrong. maybe some intentionally incorrect predictions. idk. either way, hope you like this, and thanks for sticking with me.

CCCXXIV – Monologue

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I heard some sour people today,
who caught my eye (as they looked my way),
they took a chance, “He’s out of ear-shot…”
but as you can see, apparently not!
They said that my mind had gone astray;
that all of my threads had unraveled and frayed
but truly, ‘twas them! Born evil and mad!
Perhaps unwise, a concoction they had
I guess, I suppose, I’m reclusive, a bit,
but always benign is my drying wit
Man’s idiocy – it makes me so sad!
but back in my lab, there’s a reason I’m glad:
To all the world’s problems, I’m close to the cure!
I’ll hold off a bit, just to make sure
that my masterpiece is silver and shining,
that all the night’s stars are, at last, aligning!
All of these years, without a detour,
I’ve come too far now to fall for a lure
I’ll test it out tonight, so many subjects willing,
in lieu of the fact that their withdrawals are so chilling
they call me, “The Doctor”, when they need a fix,
but between us, the title’s just for kicks
that look in their eye when a new syringe is filling,
far from a sin, this is a mercy killing!

CCCXXIII – Hindsight

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I found two coins, cast in silver
that I wish were gold
so that I could buy more time
now that I am too old
all these wishes – they’re in vain!
force-fed to the fountain,
the wind erodes my weakened mind
and makes my molehills mountains

The passing time and falling sand
all see that we turn dust
out goes the flicker of each candle –
we’re ashes in the gust

The past and future seem so sweet
at times, and others, bitter
I tossed those silver coins away,
hoping for something better.

CCCXXII – Solar Eclipse

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Such power in the morning Sun,
have you seen it rising?
It’s always cold, where winter’s dark,
the Sun, I am despising
I’d rather stay alone at night
than have it shine away
for when I trust a guiding light,
it always does betray
the Sun, it brings nothing to me
but my unending pain
the Sun itself was quick to see
that it held my disdain
the blazing Sun, it cast a shadow
over the scorched Earth
and in each of those darkened spots,
again, my hatred’s birthed

I try to hide in night’s embrace,
frivolous – no use
I’m found again, by blinding light
reflecting off the Moon
and when the Sun comes back to me
with hatred mutual,
it casts a noose around my neck
and rips up my control
the light it brings is so horrendous,
all these truths are blinding,
and with each one that I lament,
the next one’s worse, I’m finding
there’s only one conclusion that
my sanity can make:
the rising Sun does so in jest
unholy light, so blinding

Oh god, the light! It burns!
It slowly melts my eyes
Oh god, the light! It burns!
This Sun, I do despise
Oh god, the light! It burns!
Such torment is just cruel
Oh god, the light! It burns!
To singe away this fool.