Sweep Me Off My Feet, Swept Up In The Tides

This is a bunch of stuff I wrote lately. I hope all three of you who read this enjoy.


Moon-Kite

Ah, the streets moan
the incessant bleating of
an impaitent
whore.

I've never accomadted them,
the choice,
I was happy with,
but as such I did suffer some
turmoil.

Piercing through, and
mutiliating
all inside, it takes and rots
never really repaying
instead

a frustrating agent of change.

Shift, for what?
It only slits your throat.
It only robs your right.
You'll die wide-eyed and
furious.

Opaaque

This pack of knives I
procur under my
tongue,
have lost their blood-letting
abilities.

For I've no longer destroyed the hearts of whom I deserve.

Instead now, in my solace I toil. Lacking a pulse.

I strive to feed you
the lies that drown
you,
that let me feel your touch.

Alas, now nothing! A
single
rain drop always lets me know of my curse.

For I'll desire to the ends of the earth
for one more sup.

I will die alone
or
die fuffilled,
I won't die of shame.




Quik Blessing

I've thought and reflected. How for just a moment,
another human
much like me.

Went by in the flash of an eye,

with their own history, stories, triumphs, failures and loves.

And I pray them safe passage.

A Million Lying Plagues

The pavement ocean was signs of thriving.

Here alone, I lived on the edge of the world.

My home, obscured in beautiful foliage,
across from an ocean.

Each day passengers, going to their next destination
in
life.

Silent Streets, The Only Shelter I've Known.

The lakes hold the truth and all it's accord.

Drag them, dismembering
their pale visages.

Reveal then the treasures to us, the knowledge
which for centuries
you have withheld.

You free us from the shackles of a mundane
frantic pace,
run their catching up!
So fast, you need hold your breath.

Tremble don't, no,
it's disadvantegous to.

Keep still, hold your life
close.

Let it not escape your grasp,
pried forth by these thieves.

Canine Dental Arcade

Your sunsets are bleeding
horizons evaporating
Don't let this facade spread across the globe,
Permisvness is not the problem!

Lighten your grip,
the death rattle grasp
has signaled the beginning
of this cremated
procession.

A Outro, The Outro

A set path,
that they have
been led astray.

Im content.

Finally, a whisper to the ocean
and I
exit.