I stand upright
Forcibly
Embraced by a dying stars, dying light
Lit up and torched, bright and alive
Across the green she lays in grassy heaven
Endlessly one of them, never just one, of mine
Sinful and perfect, flawlessly flawed
I want her, on and in, around and upon
Between golden hatred and glorious yellow smiles
A blur of colours that are never seen but only felt
Copious amounts of saliva and tactile twitches, constantly oppressively approved
Effortless melancholy, waking only to pain
Yearning, aching, of a dream that lives only while I sleep
Worried, are we goats or are we sheep
Manic and compressed, dishevelled empty cans and hairless
Lessons from our fallen fathers by spartanjonesy, literature
Literature
Lessons from our fallen fathers
monstrous and monolithic monuments posed to set that frown upside down and display the rage your ancestors and forefathers and fathers and step fathers sought to raise
within our bones and with their bones and blood they attempted to purchase the peace of men without knowing the true cost it would cost them
their lives were torn away by the ideals of their leaders and forefathers and fathers and step fathers.
Building backstabbing bridges and waterways and tunnels of glorious combat that shatters the next man and the next man
with the eyes of my dead forefathers and fathers and step fathers it all equated to wasted time and dust to a co
There are fourteen different shades of grey to this lifespan and I sitting here waiting upon this heavenly answer and yet I hear nothing but the resonant sounds of drums.
Beating to the stillness of death and a lost lifetime longing for some sort of lacking in fear to hold myself in a confidence that is dense enough to drown in.
And I awaken inside this ancient cellular meandering hoping for serenity amongst the dead and yet the end doesn't seem to go on forever and ever.
Blank eyelids and solid iris my mind beckons the coming shadow of nothingness captured deep within the reassess of my mistress and her blue bellied beast of lust and ange
Now the fallen,
have fallen much further
In the shadows,
That is where she lay, desolate and steaming, burnt at the ankles,
There she spreads out like a vulture to hunt my intestines,
A wrinkle and winking, the pleasure of her vines
Spinning and sputter, floating on and on without,
Shut down in the darkness, where I fear she has gone about,
Creeping and lurking, hungry and angry, slobbering misses,
Deeper
And
Deeper, to plunge below the hips
And toss among the flowers and thorns that I miss,
Words missing ear drums, to the beat of my frightened heart,
Slow down dear, for I fear, your falling apart
Wicked the waters of aging
Is it?
love
Is this?
the glues of you and I together
Never satisfied to die
Never satisfied in each others arms
Death's taste never easy to weather
But this afternoon sunlight
Yes, the ever casting sunlight causes so much harm
Whisper the sweet nothings into my bones
That sooth a dying vociferous soul
Conversing that of chewing tin foil
But you are worth my life in whole
Frustrated, elated, emotive, conclusion
Dissolve in your eyes, Come, dissolve she invites
Such a wonderful confusion
To live is to die, where you lie, between fabric of forever memory
Sun bathe our faces, the blis
Feel it crack or spilt with the liquid of life giving into the redness
Stand alone in the sun and let the daylight burn until sunsets
Falling deeper darker into her shadow, deeper darker, deeper
Rest in this locked vest, my tight chest close against her breath
Still the same within my brain, my tongue taints all that I am
Shelter the spatters, in a broken up pattern, where it lacks the light of her lantern
Feel the cool air suck out all the breath that is left, never regret, never
Rain to wash eyes out, let the subconscious speak it's sanity or vanity
Telling lies about myself and this selfish worldly wealth of nothingness
And in wha
Stumbling face up face down
Kick the dirt and smell my frown
Depressive thoughts intend to steal
The lack of you for nothing real
She bleeds into jars
And the tears have all collected
To wash over skin
That we have ever neglected
Like the lost son of man
And in sheep's skin
I stand upright
Forcibly
Embraced by a dying stars, dying light
Lit up and torched, bright and alive
Across the green she lays in grassy heaven
Endlessly one of them, never just one, of mine
Sinful and perfect, flawlessly flawed
I want her, on and in, around and upon
Between golden hatred and glorious yellow smiles
A blur of colours that are never seen but only felt
Copious amounts of saliva and tactile twitches, constantly oppressively approved
Effortless melancholy, waking only to pain
Yearning, aching, of a dream that lives only while I sleep
Worried, are we goats or are we sheep
Manic and compressed, dishevelled empty cans and hairless
Lessons from our fallen fathers by spartanjonesy, literature
Literature
Lessons from our fallen fathers
monstrous and monolithic monuments posed to set that frown upside down and display the rage your ancestors and forefathers and fathers and step fathers sought to raise
within our bones and with their bones and blood they attempted to purchase the peace of men without knowing the true cost it would cost them
their lives were torn away by the ideals of their leaders and forefathers and fathers and step fathers.
Building backstabbing bridges and waterways and tunnels of glorious combat that shatters the next man and the next man
with the eyes of my dead forefathers and fathers and step fathers it all equated to wasted time and dust to a co
There are fourteen different shades of grey to this lifespan and I sitting here waiting upon this heavenly answer and yet I hear nothing but the resonant sounds of drums.
Beating to the stillness of death and a lost lifetime longing for some sort of lacking in fear to hold myself in a confidence that is dense enough to drown in.
And I awaken inside this ancient cellular meandering hoping for serenity amongst the dead and yet the end doesn't seem to go on forever and ever.
Blank eyelids and solid iris my mind beckons the coming shadow of nothingness captured deep within the reassess of my mistress and her blue bellied beast of lust and ange
Stumbling face up face down
Kick the dirt and smell my frown
Depressive thoughts intend to steal
The lack of you for nothing real
She bleeds into jars
And the tears have all collected
To wash over skin
That we have ever neglected
Like the lost son of man
And in sheep's skin
Feel it crack or spilt with the liquid of life giving into the redness
Stand alone in the sun and let the daylight burn until sunsets
Falling deeper darker into her shadow, deeper darker, deeper
Rest in this locked vest, my tight chest close against her breath
Still the same within my brain, my tongue taints all that I am
Shelter the spatters, in a broken up pattern, where it lacks the light of her lantern
Feel the cool air suck out all the breath that is left, never regret, never
Rain to wash eyes out, let the subconscious speak it's sanity or vanity
Telling lies about myself and this selfish worldly wealth of nothingness
And in wha
Is it?
love
Is this?
the glues of you and I together
Never satisfied to die
Never satisfied in each others arms
Death's taste never easy to weather
But this afternoon sunlight
Yes, the ever casting sunlight causes so much harm
Whisper the sweet nothings into my bones
That sooth a dying vociferous soul
Conversing that of chewing tin foil
But you are worth my life in whole
Frustrated, elated, emotive, conclusion
Dissolve in your eyes, Come, dissolve she invites
Such a wonderful confusion
To live is to die, where you lie, between fabric of forever memory
Sun bathe our faces, the blis
Now the fallen,
have fallen much further
In the shadows,
That is where she lay, desolate and steaming, burnt at the ankles,
There she spreads out like a vulture to hunt my intestines,
A wrinkle and winking, the pleasure of her vines
Spinning and sputter, floating on and on without,
Shut down in the darkness, where I fear she has gone about,
Creeping and lurking, hungry and angry, slobbering misses,
Deeper
And
Deeper, to plunge below the hips
And toss among the flowers and thorns that I miss,
Words missing ear drums, to the beat of my frightened heart,
Slow down dear, for I fear, your falling apart
Wicked the waters of aging
2019.03.19 A Trickle of Treacle by Metatetron, literature
Literature
2019.03.19 A Trickle of Treacle
2019.03.19 A Trickle of Treacle
The sun came up
Only to illuminate
A swirling black pit
Of miasmic despondency
Black tar treacle
Sweet on the bone
A sticky skeleton of
Past remembrances
Nocturnal divide
incessant maundering
whilst pondering her delicacy.
A whet appetite for sin and roses
no regrets tampering with remorse,
this isn't the Grateful Dead
we are the dining zombies,
feeding on unmanned hearts –
flossing with the tragedy of ambiguity.
Ah, What a wonderful whirl!
Avalanche – the protesting surf,
the implemented reminder
of an uprooted dimension:
One sock striped,
One sock institutionalized.
I am we.
Nuisance Deville.
The temporary installation
for a marsupial landing.
Seamless bark, our upholstered willow,
an easy fix with marigold:
A topical treat.
And nothing ever smelled so sweet
as this
2017.04.18 all those things by Metatetron, literature
Literature
2017.04.18 all those things
2017.04.18 all those things
I wrote thousands of words
so very much, I had to say
and with halting pen in hand
I never wrote all those things
I wanted to every day
We spoke hundreds of times
we talked about everything
and with all those words
I never said all those things
I thought to say
when our talking became difficult
when understanding crept away
I wondered time and again
if it was the all those things
I didn't say
there is a place
where darkness rules
no light is there
no warmth
there is a place
where nothing is
there, thare just are
no more Beginnings
there is a place
where the Paths converge
From an infinte spray of golden breathe
To the place where there is no Choices
Beware the Path - watch your grip!
do not Fall
Trust me