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But in absence of the heart

.

I

I don't want elongated days
or shadows that curve & stalk round corners
or even segmented hours,
the next one unattainable.

I never look too far forward
in fear
in fear of
something changing
the second after eternity
and then nothing will go to plan.

Atop a hill that whispers to the clouds
there lies valleys only seen from here,
valleys usually pathways trodden
to see this monstrous mound
(and not so deep at all).

And gloomy seas set in feathered cliffs,
the rocks are sharp to touch
but from the shore
are statuesque and sculpted
by indecisive tides

that tease my toes
in knowledge they have seen the hidden seabed
&

fistful of fight

Like fistfuls of red
Eaten alive
She borrowed knives from wolves
To accessorize with her own
Sheep's clothing.

Sat on heights
Before I became wild fire…
                         But as I settled as ash...
There was no phoenix to
Fill my day.

I March,
(An army that reeked of February 2006)
Powerful guns that owned
                                    Men who had strength
That wasn't their own.
…They were pumped with fear
                                      And brew
      That made them feel
         6
   inches harder.

Our master plan was
To escape to an island,
          Alone

And here I am;
Alone on an island,

The Travels of Mr. Walker

Mr. Walker poses as derelict
against a bus stop pole under early November.
He's got headphones pushing drunkard's music
down his empty body
like caulk, popping out his toes
beat by beat into a rain puddle.

He likes to pretend it's a movie,
to pretend there's a cigarette in his mouth,
to pretend he has killed before.

The city just keeps on digesting him,
sloshing him around
past hospitals, agencies, brothels-turned-art stores,
until the rectum, the school--the library.
He'll have a coffee, watch the rain
start and stop again.

He likes to get lost wading amongst shit,
to pay too much for a croissant,
to act like h

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The method must be purest meat
and no symbolic dressing,
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as seen then and now.

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with rare descriptions
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the plasticized quantum theory

by ~freakoutsyndrome, Mar 22, 2006, 8:24:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

alabaster immortality
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony

crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
en kaleidoscopes

paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
phosphorescent anti-matter
until it watercolors
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papillae the plagues
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splinters the moon
instinctually

the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
unblemished

tranquil, the deception
immutable twilight
the film frame fades
captured in the mercury

the plasticized quantum theoryby ~freakoutsyndrome

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from particles to reaction

09.April.06

"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One ... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds"

Daily Deviation

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the plasticized quantum theory by ~freakoutsyndrome weaves an interesting study of a portrait, subtly extending the language barriers and capturing the right words to paint the image. Worth reading and coming back to. ( Featured by `coshdaddy )