Gut-wrenching-tear-the-roof-off-set-the-house-on-fire-scream-spit-and-blasphem-bloody-murder-into-the-speakers-screaming-back-louder-than-you-ever-could-sweat-of-my-sweat-blood-of-your-blood-from-the-windows-to-the-walls-every-day-and-every-night-for-all-that-is-holy-and-all-that-is-right-unabashedly-vulnerable-brooding-ViOLENT-ineffable-creating-everything-just-to-destroy-it-and-build-it-back-as-something-even-more-effortless-weightless-sightless-undaunted-deranged-always-sustained-and-all-ways-relentless
LOVE.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
SQUiSH
you can't fast forward
through music who's
intention it is / is
to bring attention to
it's
progression.
LiFE
is
BeauTiFuL.
through music who's
intention it is / is
to bring attention to
it's
progression.
LiFE
is
BeauTiFuL.
Aurora
Time and space
Form the X & Y
Axis oF valleys
and RidgeS oF our
Location nobody asks
US
Our Mountains are eyelids my
hand into pen to ink turns the paper
before / & right wrong / but not after
of that which feeds us soul and laughter
our faces in the fire / glow / go
to where our mountains are eyelids
looking down
with no grimacing cringes
Form the X & Y
Axis oF valleys
and RidgeS oF our
Location nobody asks
US
Our Mountains are eyelids my
hand into pen to ink turns the paper
before / & right wrong / but not after
of that which feeds us soul and laughter
our faces in the fire / glow / go
to where our mountains are eyelids
looking down
with no grimacing cringes
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 1
Violent Words for Beautiful People
For 'Tasha
and the land of eyes that comes between us
(you know how we do)
ch. 1
*|DISMEMBERED|*
So tonight I found myself alone / by choice / I lapped the humbling belly bottom of a full cup up to the rim with 90 proof lack of a voice / parted my lips to let my breathe set in / I pressed play just to see where the track would go from there / downed the last third of the fourth noun turned verb in a similar curve corked the CabSauv / it was with two spliffs and the first three quarters of the last half of that I heard sounds familiar in the melancholy breeze / maybe it was just the stoned half cut of my state but those dead leaf tones rang off the hook / with frequencies bent not coincidentally to the naked hips of the triptych of my archangels three / torsos light from appendages forgotten not a second thought brought to my head space / for they erased the neck to teach me / and I am learning / truly / the belts books and buckles pages burnt our burden in approximate circumference lasting far from the waist / scars across your nose your own transpose bruises on my cheeks / darker shades fade and wane with the vibration of a classical guitars fullness with sound until emptiness of the strings / eluded confusive as crystal glass or a woman's voice sonaring between the walls of the chambers of my heart and their apartment hands twisting hidden blunts in the stairs shadows across the streets / only the ember glows enough to reflect off my iris at the same time / palms fish eye in the pupil androtoscope muscles cope diagonally / remember the aft forward mentioned streets / salves we spread they're still there and defined in kind we blend in so easily with the cracks in the stained glass / the clouds cover every slab of concrete / brushes and cans / graffiti tags enfrancais / je ne sais pas and must I repeat / carpe diem and a shrouded set of feet paintings of mercenaries no newspapers circulated because we all knew what that means / celestial pelvis in anatomy a child where my jaw and teeth should be / ghostly mother fucker / that’s what I’ll name him / maybe oblique / maybe more P.C. / maybe not shut my trap my cotton mouth grows the crops we need in actuality / yes my sister you know what I mean / and that’s fine cost and pence and repositioned stance slime and a half an easy dance a quarter nickel dime / eliminating the buy or the sell the end or the mid line or the cut of the hard line against my rain my heart pours too / it starts / rolling back counter clock wise numbers diminishing but do not demise / still grimacing in the old lines I retrospectively find luxury in the clairvoyance abounding virtuous but never the purest points of physicality point towards sacred symptoms our rituals we hold in revelry my dearest we didn't discriminate we let it flow just to watch who threw the throwing nest the furthest / a phoenix born in mid air / a man with a woman in a cave with no home an old wolf / the two grasp the backs of each others heads / grapple tightly knotted fistfuls of certainty to tomorrow watch the evolution the natural will of growth of those twist sun kissed mitts of thick and dreaded hair
For 'Tasha
and the land of eyes that comes between us
(you know how we do)
ch. 1
*|DISMEMBERED|*
So tonight I found myself alone / by choice / I lapped the humbling belly bottom of a full cup up to the rim with 90 proof lack of a voice / parted my lips to let my breathe set in / I pressed play just to see where the track would go from there / downed the last third of the fourth noun turned verb in a similar curve corked the CabSauv / it was with two spliffs and the first three quarters of the last half of that I heard sounds familiar in the melancholy breeze / maybe it was just the stoned half cut of my state but those dead leaf tones rang off the hook / with frequencies bent not coincidentally to the naked hips of the triptych of my archangels three / torsos light from appendages forgotten not a second thought brought to my head space / for they erased the neck to teach me / and I am learning / truly / the belts books and buckles pages burnt our burden in approximate circumference lasting far from the waist / scars across your nose your own transpose bruises on my cheeks / darker shades fade and wane with the vibration of a classical guitars fullness with sound until emptiness of the strings / eluded confusive as crystal glass or a woman's voice sonaring between the walls of the chambers of my heart and their apartment hands twisting hidden blunts in the stairs shadows across the streets / only the ember glows enough to reflect off my iris at the same time / palms fish eye in the pupil androtoscope muscles cope diagonally / remember the aft forward mentioned streets / salves we spread they're still there and defined in kind we blend in so easily with the cracks in the stained glass / the clouds cover every slab of concrete / brushes and cans / graffiti tags enfrancais / je ne sais pas and must I repeat / carpe diem and a shrouded set of feet paintings of mercenaries no newspapers circulated because we all knew what that means / celestial pelvis in anatomy a child where my jaw and teeth should be / ghostly mother fucker / that’s what I’ll name him / maybe oblique / maybe more P.C. / maybe not shut my trap my cotton mouth grows the crops we need in actuality / yes my sister you know what I mean / and that’s fine cost and pence and repositioned stance slime and a half an easy dance a quarter nickel dime / eliminating the buy or the sell the end or the mid line or the cut of the hard line against my rain my heart pours too / it starts / rolling back counter clock wise numbers diminishing but do not demise / still grimacing in the old lines I retrospectively find luxury in the clairvoyance abounding virtuous but never the purest points of physicality point towards sacred symptoms our rituals we hold in revelry my dearest we didn't discriminate we let it flow just to watch who threw the throwing nest the furthest / a phoenix born in mid air / a man with a woman in a cave with no home an old wolf / the two grasp the backs of each others heads / grapple tightly knotted fistfuls of certainty to tomorrow watch the evolution the natural will of growth of those twist sun kissed mitts of thick and dreaded hair
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 2
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 2
*|BRAP|*
she strode back lit beneath the tundra lunar mountains / a rain of combustibles not the snow to the soft rocks covered / gambit between her teeth / she ground the suits colorsfeverently into sparks coffer valuable as the armor we shed together / first the gauntlets then the breast plate / the gilded slot spattered head piece wheezed distressingly from chin across brow and off her face entirely / her spiraling onyx locks hissed then faded as dying cobras as they came to rest bouncing anti conquer flag motionless with a chasing pace / limitless spit string stung tranquil guise in stature / much akin to four post bed boards with poles the handcuffs glimmered released to ease in the after glow / still warm and almost skin toned remembering the blizzard torched upon them / when our war was haughty and fragrant enough we were split wide in the likeness of heart monitors off beat and the Sahara plains horizon somewhere along our tongues travels from freckled nose to the base of a thick goatee deep with your scent / few happenings on the face of the planet surpass the power to stop time as laughter during sex / messages opaque spanned me like gloves fit eloquent comfort undeniable there is certainly no restraint of these things that I do crave / so I sang songs into her body / hymns flow up stream filling every space of her being exiting out amplified by thechakras her extremities and taut cheeks bludgeoned the space coating moans / bereavement of organic tremulants shattered beyond decibel conception one would swear this cathedral and bell tower were of ancient stories / oral tradition kept in the farthest places of her mind / even thelocal's memories became fanciful expletives sputtered at a rate fluxed as the stones in the market's open walls / chiselings of her crucibles lower abdominal calls resounding continuously with every drop / crashing loudly from the court yards fire fountains and wind falls / if the cobble's cat eyed scrawls could talk the priests swept aside would transcribe tales of public hangings / there hasn't been one for decades butlordy knows what positions righteous men would bend to bring that blindfold back / so I maintain focus by keeping my ear to the leper's lips for it's at the base of the smoke stack that the coals smolder brightest / and no they don't spit fire or spectacle or call out to speak with anyone in particular / even me / but as they enunciate four looping syllables "oms" "for" "the" "poor" resignation as ambient as the black sun's reflection of the clock tower's face onto the empty space where the gallows lived / where the mortar sieved fluent / it's origins being the rock and flagstaff you know trickled here from abroad / her broad shoulders lowered comfortably onto comfort with the same ease their prophets retold her past as if into the future with such clarity those stories became synonymous with omniscience / herferocity with congruence / my superfluous intention / war calls and bed moans / the space between our heavy maul proved the mauls themselves a shield worth erecting
ch. 2
*|BRAP|*
she strode back lit beneath the tundra lunar mountains / a rain of combustibles not the snow to the soft rocks covered / gambit between her teeth / she ground the suits colorsfeverently into sparks coffer valuable as the armor we shed together / first the gauntlets then the breast plate / the gilded slot spattered head piece wheezed distressingly from chin across brow and off her face entirely / her spiraling onyx locks hissed then faded as dying cobras as they came to rest bouncing anti conquer flag motionless with a chasing pace / limitless spit string stung tranquil guise in stature / much akin to four post bed boards with poles the handcuffs glimmered released to ease in the after glow / still warm and almost skin toned remembering the blizzard torched upon them / when our war was haughty and fragrant enough we were split wide in the likeness of heart monitors off beat and the Sahara plains horizon somewhere along our tongues travels from freckled nose to the base of a thick goatee deep with your scent / few happenings on the face of the planet surpass the power to stop time as laughter during sex / messages opaque spanned me like gloves fit eloquent comfort undeniable there is certainly no restraint of these things that I do crave / so I sang songs into her body / hymns flow up stream filling every space of her being exiting out amplified by thechakras her extremities and taut cheeks bludgeoned the space coating moans / bereavement of organic tremulants shattered beyond decibel conception one would swear this cathedral and bell tower were of ancient stories / oral tradition kept in the farthest places of her mind / even thelocal's memories became fanciful expletives sputtered at a rate fluxed as the stones in the market's open walls / chiselings of her crucibles lower abdominal calls resounding continuously with every drop / crashing loudly from the court yards fire fountains and wind falls / if the cobble's cat eyed scrawls could talk the priests swept aside would transcribe tales of public hangings / there hasn't been one for decades butlordy knows what positions righteous men would bend to bring that blindfold back / so I maintain focus by keeping my ear to the leper's lips for it's at the base of the smoke stack that the coals smolder brightest / and no they don't spit fire or spectacle or call out to speak with anyone in particular / even me / but as they enunciate four looping syllables "oms" "for" "the" "poor" resignation as ambient as the black sun's reflection of the clock tower's face onto the empty space where the gallows lived / where the mortar sieved fluent / it's origins being the rock and flagstaff you know trickled here from abroad / her broad shoulders lowered comfortably onto comfort with the same ease their prophets retold her past as if into the future with such clarity those stories became synonymous with omniscience / herferocity with congruence / my superfluous intention / war calls and bed moans / the space between our heavy maul proved the mauls themselves a shield worth erecting
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 3
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 3
*|MOVING PICTURES / ALL SO STILL|*
at first mind's eye polaroid you fragged me near trench sill dominating traffic / left airless / a shudder a childish man humble asunder on shaky knees / my mer de noms were so many until you caught my gaze and true focus of my winds was not necessary (you were sure to remind me of this as you stood tip toe on the tops of my kicks as you pressed your breath against the breadth of my lips) but I deemed a necessity / I deemed a single uplifting catastrophe reign to overturn inspire stars derail / enrapture comfort and confront me for bars last opus strange since four stanzas sounded clairvoyance in amongst the dark wood and brass / droplets sent crimson chaos theorying between the soft curls of hair / continuing the virtue / anti gravity hand held as analog poetry parted between the blades and dew brings coalescence reminiscent of new fronts approached strongly / the words ran like wine pooling imperfectly a cup astounds your navel jewelery and running... running... the many body parts yourboney hips could be construed as / canals / chunnels siphon the sweet between your whispers... quivering bottom lip whispers / sacred space silk folds and fragrant incenses / I dare not even speak for the next six and a half inches of sentence slips soft as farthest stars I know you keep deep / deep deep somewhere between flat stomach and the tail bones up turned cheek / when I touch you I smell you / when I hear you I taste you / when any single sense is engaged all of my senses experience with afractaling love that leaves me knowing what it is to be a part of the self similarity that I see all around me / to look into your eyes and know that we are the same thing / the same being / to know you know this also / I do not simply lose myself in your eyes / I lose everything in everything else / there is no vessel / there are noplaines no pains no vestiges to find round here / no trestles no dope no messages no hope no kinmanship no fear / no threads no kicks or caps no happenings not ever an "it is" never a single perhaps / no constraints no brains no blue skies no conflicts and no remains / to the best of me your windows are as a physical reminder that perfectly personifies what it is to find balance / I lose everything in everything else / and in doing so I gain what I can only iterate as infinity / the 40 in my bag that never empties / my body breaks down the alcohol immaculately in a last ditch attempt to penetrate the toned muscles thread by thread / a loss of definition all reasonable doubt removed within the space of parted lips and utterance met / what it is indictment? these parameters callvicinity no more accurately than a monk and his cloak equal obsidian deep connection / now ask me again and I will tell you what is intimate what is sacred I will tell you what is ZEN.
ch. 3
*|MOVING PICTURES / ALL SO STILL|*
at first mind's eye polaroid you fragged me near trench sill dominating traffic / left airless / a shudder a childish man humble asunder on shaky knees / my mer de noms were so many until you caught my gaze and true focus of my winds was not necessary (you were sure to remind me of this as you stood tip toe on the tops of my kicks as you pressed your breath against the breadth of my lips) but I deemed a necessity / I deemed a single uplifting catastrophe reign to overturn inspire stars derail / enrapture comfort and confront me for bars last opus strange since four stanzas sounded clairvoyance in amongst the dark wood and brass / droplets sent crimson chaos theorying between the soft curls of hair / continuing the virtue / anti gravity hand held as analog poetry parted between the blades and dew brings coalescence reminiscent of new fronts approached strongly / the words ran like wine pooling imperfectly a cup astounds your navel jewelery and running... running... the many body parts yourboney hips could be construed as / canals / chunnels siphon the sweet between your whispers... quivering bottom lip whispers / sacred space silk folds and fragrant incenses / I dare not even speak for the next six and a half inches of sentence slips soft as farthest stars I know you keep deep / deep deep somewhere between flat stomach and the tail bones up turned cheek / when I touch you I smell you / when I hear you I taste you / when any single sense is engaged all of my senses experience with afractaling love that leaves me knowing what it is to be a part of the self similarity that I see all around me / to look into your eyes and know that we are the same thing / the same being / to know you know this also / I do not simply lose myself in your eyes / I lose everything in everything else / there is no vessel / there are noplaines no pains no vestiges to find round here / no trestles no dope no messages no hope no kinmanship no fear / no threads no kicks or caps no happenings not ever an "it is" never a single perhaps / no constraints no brains no blue skies no conflicts and no remains / to the best of me your windows are as a physical reminder that perfectly personifies what it is to find balance / I lose everything in everything else / and in doing so I gain what I can only iterate as infinity / the 40 in my bag that never empties / my body breaks down the alcohol immaculately in a last ditch attempt to penetrate the toned muscles thread by thread / a loss of definition all reasonable doubt removed within the space of parted lips and utterance met / what it is indictment? these parameters callvicinity no more accurately than a monk and his cloak equal obsidian deep connection / now ask me again and I will tell you what is intimate what is sacred I will tell you what is ZEN.
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 4
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 4
*|INFERNO & THE MIST|*
there is something about the way I love you from a distance / the viscous resistance train tracks attack louder with ever step you take away from me / thickest from another’s mountain peaks out of focus pastel shades degrade massive cliff sides into whatever your subconscious provides / and on this soft morning (bird calls below you the sound of clouds scraping against and through one another above) that provision comes solemn as ape faces in the mist / drawn downwards towards the bottomed out trees like poachers exploding motion the slashing of forests beauty mark blemished empty spaces replaced them with cages old age passed by in solitude and lonely / a vantage point graceless even in the presence likened intelligence fortuitous / so tell me what is relative / the shrewdness of apes rejected the answers slingshot around the planet / the thick creases in their palms told them better choir songs were the ones written by deaf Africans in the after glow of the house fire / bare foot tired / a single dread lock perhaps one of them named it panic / if only the elders had any parables formed from derivatives of what we high rise grown see when the signal falls dead / when the equator experiences frost bites and snow storms we experience the static / it is only in the metro I find my partnership with you pragmatic / without the webs of spinal steel jungle and concrete encapsulate light dodged as to remind and not forget / our solitude is done for / clearly as the enigma's wet hard hand has practiced
ch. 4
*|INFERNO & THE MIST|*
there is something about the way I love you from a distance / the viscous resistance train tracks attack louder with ever step you take away from me / thickest from another’s mountain peaks out of focus pastel shades degrade massive cliff sides into whatever your subconscious provides / and on this soft morning (bird calls below you the sound of clouds scraping against and through one another above) that provision comes solemn as ape faces in the mist / drawn downwards towards the bottomed out trees like poachers exploding motion the slashing of forests beauty mark blemished empty spaces replaced them with cages old age passed by in solitude and lonely / a vantage point graceless even in the presence likened intelligence fortuitous / so tell me what is relative / the shrewdness of apes rejected the answers slingshot around the planet / the thick creases in their palms told them better choir songs were the ones written by deaf Africans in the after glow of the house fire / bare foot tired / a single dread lock perhaps one of them named it panic / if only the elders had any parables formed from derivatives of what we high rise grown see when the signal falls dead / when the equator experiences frost bites and snow storms we experience the static / it is only in the metro I find my partnership with you pragmatic / without the webs of spinal steel jungle and concrete encapsulate light dodged as to remind and not forget / our solitude is done for / clearly as the enigma's wet hard hand has practiced
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 5
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 5
*|COPPER|*
I am conscious of the empty space forever above me still I find myself in the body chamber and am glad that in these days that means something different / that the single bulb that once resound simply echoed from the rooms of the basement / bounced from door to bar stool to gathered laundry in the corner to concrete wall to stair well to window pane and not at all back again / echoed from the flash of switches blown the breaker out into the black night / across the blue and cut a crescent in the atmosphere leaked out the light / girl we called that shit the moon 'til the day it found the ground
...
and I find that the serpents I let coil around me do a lot more than just change color with the bending of my mood from moment to moment / they slither through my nerves and tell me things from the inside / that most of the time seem to intense to begin to try and describe / and I am learning the difference between what I believe is wrong what is living in the shadows and the beauty of the unknown
ch. 5
*|COPPER|*
I am conscious of the empty space forever above me still I find myself in the body chamber and am glad that in these days that means something different / that the single bulb that once resound simply echoed from the rooms of the basement / bounced from door to bar stool to gathered laundry in the corner to concrete wall to stair well to window pane and not at all back again / echoed from the flash of switches blown the breaker out into the black night / across the blue and cut a crescent in the atmosphere leaked out the light / girl we called that shit the moon 'til the day it found the ground
...
and I find that the serpents I let coil around me do a lot more than just change color with the bending of my mood from moment to moment / they slither through my nerves and tell me things from the inside / that most of the time seem to intense to begin to try and describe / and I am learning the difference between what I believe is wrong what is living in the shadows and the beauty of the unknown
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 6
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 6
*|I DID IT FOR YOU|*
as every page folds and tears / as every steam rose from paper coffee cups / mugs overturn / stains set in / the rain continues and the corners of brick buildings swivel in step with your streaming through the streets / every turn of my head / I open my mouth to call out to you a second too late nights still frame shot melancholic slates of my crescent moon hope for you / just one more time / just for four more minutes you said / but sugarbass I'm going to be late if I don't leave
please stay / we can make love all day long
I grasp your right hip shove my face into the crook of your neck breathe you in and spoon you as deep as I can
just for four more minutes
just
four
more minutes
ch. 6
*|I DID IT FOR YOU|*
as every page folds and tears / as every steam rose from paper coffee cups / mugs overturn / stains set in / the rain continues and the corners of brick buildings swivel in step with your streaming through the streets / every turn of my head / I open my mouth to call out to you a second too late nights still frame shot melancholic slates of my crescent moon hope for you / just one more time / just for four more minutes you said / but sugarbass I'm going to be late if I don't leave
please stay / we can make love all day long
I grasp your right hip shove my face into the crook of your neck breathe you in and spoon you as deep as I can
just for four more minutes
just
four
more minutes
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 7
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 7
*|GALLOW OMEN|*
only the spiral
never the circle
I used to be the circle / the vinyl turning perfectly / I swear I would play that track like murder premeditated even when on other thoughts it never really goes away / it makes me listen ‘til the finish then rewinds itself to where it began only to linger on spinning on point / on yet another moment and on and on and on like linear time has been stolen / I mean on and on and on again endlessly / it would carry on in my head even as I left my bed with the first words and light of day I said / it was there in the background even as I thumbed my way through the papers searching for myrollies / ya know I burn 'em daily / took my place on the morning bus along side early rising yoga students those still lucid from the night before thetweakers and the bookies / their tucked away numbers spelt out the lyrics like closed captioning along the bottom of my sunglasses / there are some secrets that red ink and leather can never hide / I keep the candles in my eyes few and dim my vessel free of sin I glow spectacularly softly / breath as maiden as the voyage I guess I should have learned to swim something besides the doggy / my backstrokeshotty / my singing voice rapid as the breaking notes of knowing there are some songs that just never crest the waves / enough to touch the land before being pulled back out with the sand and the joint roaches sand bag this part of the coast enough to fish tie the cooler waters / ya know it is the spirits of our ancestors that guide land to wet toe side this is where I am meant to be / the revelry of the tide mixing with the fiery hues pages scorched to ash across the warmer waters / surely I have never seen a drop fresh as the whale slaughter since the last night I laid naked on the beach and cried in time with every tug of the moons gravity / my lone light nodding gently forever a perfect silence / flawless blether that lent my pulsing hearts mortality the mechanical simplicity of appreciating whatever sounds bled their way out of the speakers / or out away from the needle scratch yes the subtle noises hold my focus for my ears are feminine as the lace of audio / waiting in the wings if only to caress the echo off the curtains / sustained by a gender akin to skin spent spoken steady tone enough in length to resurrect passion's own vibrato
I am here for the quantum physics bred of sound
I am here for the soul’s geometry
I used to be the circle until the plain on which the third dimension found me
now I know I am the spiral how I know the coil how rhythms depth is fractaling
ch. 7
*|GALLOW OMEN|*
only the spiral
never the circle
I used to be the circle / the vinyl turning perfectly / I swear I would play that track like murder premeditated even when on other thoughts it never really goes away / it makes me listen ‘til the finish then rewinds itself to where it began only to linger on spinning on point / on yet another moment and on and on and on like linear time has been stolen / I mean on and on and on again endlessly / it would carry on in my head even as I left my bed with the first words and light of day I said / it was there in the background even as I thumbed my way through the papers searching for myrollies / ya know I burn 'em daily / took my place on the morning bus along side early rising yoga students those still lucid from the night before thetweakers and the bookies / their tucked away numbers spelt out the lyrics like closed captioning along the bottom of my sunglasses / there are some secrets that red ink and leather can never hide / I keep the candles in my eyes few and dim my vessel free of sin I glow spectacularly softly / breath as maiden as the voyage I guess I should have learned to swim something besides the doggy / my backstrokeshotty / my singing voice rapid as the breaking notes of knowing there are some songs that just never crest the waves / enough to touch the land before being pulled back out with the sand and the joint roaches sand bag this part of the coast enough to fish tie the cooler waters / ya know it is the spirits of our ancestors that guide land to wet toe side this is where I am meant to be / the revelry of the tide mixing with the fiery hues pages scorched to ash across the warmer waters / surely I have never seen a drop fresh as the whale slaughter since the last night I laid naked on the beach and cried in time with every tug of the moons gravity / my lone light nodding gently forever a perfect silence / flawless blether that lent my pulsing hearts mortality the mechanical simplicity of appreciating whatever sounds bled their way out of the speakers / or out away from the needle scratch yes the subtle noises hold my focus for my ears are feminine as the lace of audio / waiting in the wings if only to caress the echo off the curtains / sustained by a gender akin to skin spent spoken steady tone enough in length to resurrect passion's own vibrato
I am here for the quantum physics bred of sound
I am here for the soul’s geometry
I used to be the circle until the plain on which the third dimension found me
now I know I am the spiral how I know the coil how rhythms depth is fractaling
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 8
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 8
*|BLESSED BE|*
I was the vertices bent by my own conception of surrealism / I blamed the fixation of canvas ablaze on your fascination with Dali / the ladder's corners rounded out to the note of pin pricks tapered a nothing hole in the center / on one end / a viscous syringe / while on the other the rest of the body protruded endlessly from the molars splayed wisdom ways / separate the jaw from hate / the deformation from love we called this serpent's mouth / in lone moments warmed by the crux I had stolen / I found entire worlds sung into being by the conviction we held so dear / so dear / so near to death we came for the realities of the myths we wrote / but that single pricks my jugular / regurgitate myvernacular's rotted one note / just shut your pretty mouth 'cause this is the first time I have ever had to iterate / not that if I hadn't you wouldn't understand my empty hands / but at this point in time a banquet of sounds I can only offer / mirror a difference in line with the silence was so beautiful it was just more than I could bare / and so I iterate / and this is fine / these are mykaleidascoping eyes in the rain of color / these are my crying eyes in the black star's sun / shone heaviest on days devoid of ultra violet / I had only the capacity of believing somewhere between sepia and gray scale and a zodiac personified I would ensnare and gift if only you were the kind of girl who wouldn't weep at the constellation's caging / but you are not / so many things and nothing I can see / light pollution past the atmosphere some say there was one day not a single one of us did not forgot / wishes what I want for in partners bred our documents manifests check marks leave a residue of positivity / what we scrapped from the bottom's bowl trail out far into the merkaba hour / glass refines the sands shimmy out in crisp tones we find a secession no longer wanting / it is the leaving / it is in the filling sloping under currents where the quantity pulls a second glance gloam for foretense glamour stance grades our actions with many airy makeshift symbols / just so many god damn numbers / and I cannot continue them all / so I finish strong with whispers we spoke in unison "fuck it all for we recall the minuscule shapes the dust rearranged our slop and the acrylics glaze our lips under testament unlike any rescue we've collapsed / the base lines clean themselves / now that the art clings to the clouds much differently then before / we let it sleep standing up and leave the wakeful the cushion of the floor / there is purpose here so hesitate not a second longer and dose the drug / bottoms up / what you are to me is an intention deficit deflection / dissect roles defect the fuzz and in on us I'll touch a case of the resonance molds / a screaming acoustic clarity clambered about face / break the banks and when we're caught I will stick you chest wise akimbo er go a lot like the opposite of wounds closing up / and think nothing of it for I know in the same and single instant you will have roughed a gaping hole in the southern pole of my gut... fuck..." my shaking tresses still not bodacious enough / I will take my last dying breath four hundred thousand times and square my ruptured lung adnaseum as that it collapses and rises again not never standing still as a Cretaceous turtle's housing mouth residence / bay windows that are just the bone and ship wreck frame / nothing in between / still condensation accumulates across the glossy eyes / hand prints that will reappear tomorrow upon the turtles resurfacing will tide us closer together then I ever thought was safe / my grace will conceal the retracting stilts I wore to walk an even plane from the top of the ocean to the edge of the shore / your aquatic acquisition and rough carpentry teach me to carve in honesty / my response will always give me away / in just the right light I believe everything you do / just the same way that you did / faith like negative space / the vase and the face / principles taken as rat poison and lace and other over the counter narcotics all the children take / two by fours jammed together with substantial pressure create entire relics without lifting a chisel or nail / no metal involved / only wood / forty one age rings ripple to the swaying of the structure / we move in time with the construction / meditating on the pendulum cursive action of ourselves and it's relevance to that contrary to our child hood belief / we find that development of the land to be a sincerely beautiful progress / manifesting our potential in a tangible form / our intention certain / I was here / architects heard the rolling echo of thunder storms / they dreamt of coffins and woke to a new understanding of the documentation of sound / sine waves read in hooked shapes grasping the side of landscapes from wall to door way / building men dreamt of where the church met the graveyard and woke to cave openings they saw between their fingers / architects closed one eye and breathed through that cuticle space / these were the first mausoleums to house our atmospheres / our conquests of fears / our whole truths laid to rest against our half lies / an atlantis pyramid of sarcophagi laid out the back side as mountains of souls make their way home / maws longing for the surface and sands fine tide / the windful current skews the lens through which we under stifled laughter peering wince eyed jeer in hope that our reflection can possibly penetrate all the way to the ocean floor / taking every layer masked together along with ourselves recognize transparency as a learning tool / we can take this assault from the waves as a beckoning call that we are the same / that we may all ways see the beauty of the universe in the mosaics we unawaringly create / for in the dankest depths of darkness we cannot see where we end or where we begin so we are as endless as we allow ourselves to be / spoke softly in repartee apart from repetition's reputation as a crooning eye / stoned spent enough for that what's ripped the start I wasn't sure what I could be / a bird flown flat lined along the water / trigger sleeves doused thinner with the soaking / your sweater of feathers clung heavily to your glowing frame enough so that you resembled the convex splash of the oceans surface / the sharp edge of glass / the last glimpse of opium from the chamber / the first breath slight as cloud's birth / the masticated clash typhoon driven and pounded two dimensional when your clothing contains a lake full flushed / replenish thank yous for cradling the divots and that you know what's given / dissipating as your teenage profile / in my time I know that mine was thinner / thank you for allowing yourself to be the vanquishing victim plenty a gold full farthing's worth of your supple station's vulnerability / procedures of the new times are the old times accounts / stacked as smoke stack jackets armor of yesteryear / determent and sedentary are my pursing lips bloom to the tune of bombs shattering our sound and over coats / our silence is such a conductor / lightening tuned in to our frequency alone / across every night sky rumors beyond space and time are the electric echo that abounds avoiding ego and that same familiar smother / Nikola is so jealous he reincarnates and suicides over and over for eternity in the hopes he will one day be born our only son or at least a cousin or brother
ch. 8
*|BLESSED BE|*
I was the vertices bent by my own conception of surrealism / I blamed the fixation of canvas ablaze on your fascination with Dali / the ladder's corners rounded out to the note of pin pricks tapered a nothing hole in the center / on one end / a viscous syringe / while on the other the rest of the body protruded endlessly from the molars splayed wisdom ways / separate the jaw from hate / the deformation from love we called this serpent's mouth / in lone moments warmed by the crux I had stolen / I found entire worlds sung into being by the conviction we held so dear / so dear / so near to death we came for the realities of the myths we wrote / but that single pricks my jugular / regurgitate myvernacular's rotted one note / just shut your pretty mouth 'cause this is the first time I have ever had to iterate / not that if I hadn't you wouldn't understand my empty hands / but at this point in time a banquet of sounds I can only offer / mirror a difference in line with the silence was so beautiful it was just more than I could bare / and so I iterate / and this is fine / these are mykaleidascoping eyes in the rain of color / these are my crying eyes in the black star's sun / shone heaviest on days devoid of ultra violet / I had only the capacity of believing somewhere between sepia and gray scale and a zodiac personified I would ensnare and gift if only you were the kind of girl who wouldn't weep at the constellation's caging / but you are not / so many things and nothing I can see / light pollution past the atmosphere some say there was one day not a single one of us did not forgot / wishes what I want for in partners bred our documents manifests check marks leave a residue of positivity / what we scrapped from the bottom's bowl trail out far into the merkaba hour / glass refines the sands shimmy out in crisp tones we find a secession no longer wanting / it is the leaving / it is in the filling sloping under currents where the quantity pulls a second glance gloam for foretense glamour stance grades our actions with many airy makeshift symbols / just so many god damn numbers / and I cannot continue them all / so I finish strong with whispers we spoke in unison "fuck it all for we recall the minuscule shapes the dust rearranged our slop and the acrylics glaze our lips under testament unlike any rescue we've collapsed / the base lines clean themselves / now that the art clings to the clouds much differently then before / we let it sleep standing up and leave the wakeful the cushion of the floor / there is purpose here so hesitate not a second longer and dose the drug / bottoms up / what you are to me is an intention deficit deflection / dissect roles defect the fuzz and in on us I'll touch a case of the resonance molds / a screaming acoustic clarity clambered about face / break the banks and when we're caught I will stick you chest wise akimbo er go a lot like the opposite of wounds closing up / and think nothing of it for I know in the same and single instant you will have roughed a gaping hole in the southern pole of my gut... fuck..." my shaking tresses still not bodacious enough / I will take my last dying breath four hundred thousand times and square my ruptured lung adnaseum as that it collapses and rises again not never standing still as a Cretaceous turtle's housing mouth residence / bay windows that are just the bone and ship wreck frame / nothing in between / still condensation accumulates across the glossy eyes / hand prints that will reappear tomorrow upon the turtles resurfacing will tide us closer together then I ever thought was safe / my grace will conceal the retracting stilts I wore to walk an even plane from the top of the ocean to the edge of the shore / your aquatic acquisition and rough carpentry teach me to carve in honesty / my response will always give me away / in just the right light I believe everything you do / just the same way that you did / faith like negative space / the vase and the face / principles taken as rat poison and lace and other over the counter narcotics all the children take / two by fours jammed together with substantial pressure create entire relics without lifting a chisel or nail / no metal involved / only wood / forty one age rings ripple to the swaying of the structure / we move in time with the construction / meditating on the pendulum cursive action of ourselves and it's relevance to that contrary to our child hood belief / we find that development of the land to be a sincerely beautiful progress / manifesting our potential in a tangible form / our intention certain / I was here / architects heard the rolling echo of thunder storms / they dreamt of coffins and woke to a new understanding of the documentation of sound / sine waves read in hooked shapes grasping the side of landscapes from wall to door way / building men dreamt of where the church met the graveyard and woke to cave openings they saw between their fingers / architects closed one eye and breathed through that cuticle space / these were the first mausoleums to house our atmospheres / our conquests of fears / our whole truths laid to rest against our half lies / an atlantis pyramid of sarcophagi laid out the back side as mountains of souls make their way home / maws longing for the surface and sands fine tide / the windful current skews the lens through which we under stifled laughter peering wince eyed jeer in hope that our reflection can possibly penetrate all the way to the ocean floor / taking every layer masked together along with ourselves recognize transparency as a learning tool / we can take this assault from the waves as a beckoning call that we are the same / that we may all ways see the beauty of the universe in the mosaics we unawaringly create / for in the dankest depths of darkness we cannot see where we end or where we begin so we are as endless as we allow ourselves to be / spoke softly in repartee apart from repetition's reputation as a crooning eye / stoned spent enough for that what's ripped the start I wasn't sure what I could be / a bird flown flat lined along the water / trigger sleeves doused thinner with the soaking / your sweater of feathers clung heavily to your glowing frame enough so that you resembled the convex splash of the oceans surface / the sharp edge of glass / the last glimpse of opium from the chamber / the first breath slight as cloud's birth / the masticated clash typhoon driven and pounded two dimensional when your clothing contains a lake full flushed / replenish thank yous for cradling the divots and that you know what's given / dissipating as your teenage profile / in my time I know that mine was thinner / thank you for allowing yourself to be the vanquishing victim plenty a gold full farthing's worth of your supple station's vulnerability / procedures of the new times are the old times accounts / stacked as smoke stack jackets armor of yesteryear / determent and sedentary are my pursing lips bloom to the tune of bombs shattering our sound and over coats / our silence is such a conductor / lightening tuned in to our frequency alone / across every night sky rumors beyond space and time are the electric echo that abounds avoiding ego and that same familiar smother / Nikola is so jealous he reincarnates and suicides over and over for eternity in the hopes he will one day be born our only son or at least a cousin or brother
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 9
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 9
*|DRAP LIKE DROP OR DRAPE WITHOUT THE 'E'|*
Thrice velvet ventriloquism taut time's signature / nine four spread to the snapping of the dropped d's relative clash touching slightly off center / oak neck's the better / midnight poison from the battery / universal like the collective's organic vasectomy of me from what I want to a balanced point of the pretense and what I actually need / that's you babe / pushing me away with one hand free / I grip your other wrist / slit my own with the piano wire tight between your teeth / our wounds pragmatically seething I lashed our bleeding limbs like poe lyrics burnt from the earth up / seedlings planted backwards aft bound / pretty as your shaved legs in fatty pants boister deep fence and still not / sly strut / world wide stylish however purple turned to macabre / a foreign language surprisingly simple in it's reading manual taught us the bomb play / together / we built paths with homes at the ends of them like pistol revolutions / the right key in the wrong lock / and other petering sounds you only hear when it's dead fucking silent and already girl / that's proper / that's loud enough // so sing it again to the broken e string / I know you can hear me / I know that you are listening
ch. 9
*|DRAP LIKE DROP OR DRAPE WITHOUT THE 'E'|*
Thrice velvet ventriloquism taut time's signature / nine four spread to the snapping of the dropped d's relative clash touching slightly off center / oak neck's the better / midnight poison from the battery / universal like the collective's organic vasectomy of me from what I want to a balanced point of the pretense and what I actually need / that's you babe / pushing me away with one hand free / I grip your other wrist / slit my own with the piano wire tight between your teeth / our wounds pragmatically seething I lashed our bleeding limbs like poe lyrics burnt from the earth up / seedlings planted backwards aft bound / pretty as your shaved legs in fatty pants boister deep fence and still not / sly strut / world wide stylish however purple turned to macabre / a foreign language surprisingly simple in it's reading manual taught us the bomb play / together / we built paths with homes at the ends of them like pistol revolutions / the right key in the wrong lock / and other petering sounds you only hear when it's dead fucking silent and already girl / that's proper / that's loud enough // so sing it again to the broken e string / I know you can hear me / I know that you are listening
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 10
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 10
*|GUTTED|*
so tonight I find myself a lone light nodding gently
beautifully interwoven amongst the candy apple scent of napalm
rising in the face of the etched concrete level cartoon smilings
of multicolored smoke bombs dissipating to the wind of a new day
I can only hope that tomorrow
I will still simply exist
I can only hope that tomorrow
I will still simply...
I must keep reminding myself of this...
multicolored smoke bombs dissipating
to the wind
of a NEW DAY.
ch. 10
*|GUTTED|*
so tonight I find myself a lone light nodding gently
beautifully interwoven amongst the candy apple scent of napalm
rising in the face of the etched concrete level cartoon smilings
of multicolored smoke bombs dissipating to the wind of a new day
I can only hope that tomorrow
I will still simply exist
I can only hope that tomorrow
I will still simply...
I must keep reminding myself of this...
multicolored smoke bombs dissipating
to the wind
of a NEW DAY.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)