Part VI Cross worded lovers in a decremental society shouting the scenes of atrocious loveless fathoms of death Who fucked next to the ecstatic candles of love and collapsed from exhaustion igniting the flames of reprise and solitude Fortunes for told by the gypsies and mistresses of the curbside, killing time till their afternoon fix had arrived Diesel blown figures surviving from the essence of tea leaves and mystery, their elixir was succumbed to the sewers Forced habits among the shaking, the shivering, and the fixed, obliviously unaware of the existential for-comings with told by the whores in Bellevue Fascist dictators who plated their iron skulls with red shields and extermination, fall out to the bomb shelters…….the end is upon you From misguided steamboats to the shores of Normandy, crawling among the masses of explosions and malatov cocktails The red walls of purgatory and ecstatic peyote induced visions of hell forging their ways thru my soul and fingers AH! The mantra of a thousand primordial deity’s left me in a state of incomprehensible bliss and blessedness The outdated land maps of the summers and rusted jalopies striking thru the hinterland for a second generation of genius Who perched their bodies on a genocidal stature of relinquished wars and fox holes exuberant with blood and skin Stuck to the remorseful congregations of cult magnitudes, leaving behind the forgotten wisdom of leafs and scripture Hipsters standing atop a bohemian society protesting the advancements and testing of atoms and warfare Scrapped knees and flabbergasted scholars contemplating the structure of earth and its niche in the universe Fiber glass splinters and ignorant republic rants on immoral fucking and retold memories in prose and poetry Guarded sanctuary’s of trees and the wild urges of pussy footed neurons who escaped the torture by keeping their noses clean Sitting on mushrooms guiding the innocent to a predicted past, present, and future. The smoke mislead them to the yonder mountains Forgive your vanity and relinquish your faith, meet the day to a brighter sun, radiant flowers, and trees swaying in the breeze Collaged portraits and cut up novels, extinguished by the shortcomings of the judicial system and courted minds Alignment in the evening sky as the shrouded gaze upon the magnificent moons and craters, the rings of Jupiter cease to revolve Rainbow suffused images of the sacred heart and arms of Buddha, meditation was divine upon the mountain tops Stillness in the grey rain, the sewers are quite, and the thieves have met their end
I enjoied this very much. You have a very unique and creative style. For your age you have done well as a poet. And you can only get better. (and I get the poem) Hope to see more soon.
that makes me happy, i posted this last year, or earlier this year i can remember, and no one read it, but thanks im glad you guys liked it, you read the whole thing correct?
