Spaceboy13
05-19-2007, 01:41 AM
Part III
Redeeming mirrors blessed the carvings in the pine tree
Telling visions of death and fucking
Torn shreds of dignity and cheap change to spare for a lonely dietie
Cars driven by drugged drivers and passengers of furry car seats licking doses and dreams
Oddball stages of miracles illuminated the buildings around them
They wrote volumes of prose to the gods of tranquility and happiness
Squares of yellow to slide about in, hopping into the under ground world of hallucinations and uneasiness
Dragging yourself thru the streets looking for a fix from a lonely man and his mongrel hound
Following the path thru the carboard cities and visions of Cleveland
Waning in the subterreans and disrupting their meditative fixiation on the walls and rocks
Furthering their explorative attentiveness on the Godhead and enlightnment
Inputs of nothingness and fallen tragedy’s into the sonik hat of whines and sparks
Falling victim to the indisputable junk and dieing lonely without a single fuck
Lonely telephones off the hook, begging for a dialed series of digits and dialect
They whispered thoughts of stinging truth and prostitution of the souls mind
Cork screw cuts and frazzled burns from cigarettes and wet ashes
Knowing the odd obscenities were thrown in the waste basket full of chewed rantings and pages ripped from picture books
Waiting for the game, the style, the forgotten
Uttering tales of mass suicide and re occuring thoughts of schizophrenia
Chanting the spells of summoning, the light creeping behind the stretched shadow of Satanic beings and apparitions
Electrical stimulants mutilating the veins and nerves, pulsating figuritive word flow
Small illuminated flowers shut out the tantric peace and spontaneaous prose
Mercury valentines falling thru to a split dimension of shit and ignorance
Bearded hippies sitting cross legged concemplating the living american statures
Flightless peace attacks raging from here to the back countries of Hell
Red dressed women sauntering thru bright white rooms of windows and stairs
Hovering thru the clouds and microspaces of the sky, the sacred heart throbbing out of his shoulder blades and forearms
Redeeming mirrors blessed the carvings in the pine tree
Telling visions of death and fucking
Torn shreds of dignity and cheap change to spare for a lonely dietie
Cars driven by drugged drivers and passengers of furry car seats licking doses and dreams
Oddball stages of miracles illuminated the buildings around them
They wrote volumes of prose to the gods of tranquility and happiness
Squares of yellow to slide about in, hopping into the under ground world of hallucinations and uneasiness
Dragging yourself thru the streets looking for a fix from a lonely man and his mongrel hound
Following the path thru the carboard cities and visions of Cleveland
Waning in the subterreans and disrupting their meditative fixiation on the walls and rocks
Furthering their explorative attentiveness on the Godhead and enlightnment
Inputs of nothingness and fallen tragedy’s into the sonik hat of whines and sparks
Falling victim to the indisputable junk and dieing lonely without a single fuck
Lonely telephones off the hook, begging for a dialed series of digits and dialect
They whispered thoughts of stinging truth and prostitution of the souls mind
Cork screw cuts and frazzled burns from cigarettes and wet ashes
Knowing the odd obscenities were thrown in the waste basket full of chewed rantings and pages ripped from picture books
Waiting for the game, the style, the forgotten
Uttering tales of mass suicide and re occuring thoughts of schizophrenia
Chanting the spells of summoning, the light creeping behind the stretched shadow of Satanic beings and apparitions
Electrical stimulants mutilating the veins and nerves, pulsating figuritive word flow
Small illuminated flowers shut out the tantric peace and spontaneaous prose
Mercury valentines falling thru to a split dimension of shit and ignorance
Bearded hippies sitting cross legged concemplating the living american statures
Flightless peace attacks raging from here to the back countries of Hell
Red dressed women sauntering thru bright white rooms of windows and stairs
Hovering thru the clouds and microspaces of the sky, the sacred heart throbbing out of his shoulder blades and forearms