Exposition: A culmination of ten heavy exhausted aches, calls my woman finally home... where the levees frequently do break. In lost-timid sequenced straights. I salted her annually as we've grown together...superfically fake. Apart in faint grand finale fashion, doing or dying. Sinking or swimming. In tonalities depth. Tonality's lake. Shes falls steady, hard as any dexterous stone. Bland, sadly with no satisfaction sewn. Stand, rally with action, pleading peace for humanity, sheesh ! For lease on my sanity with her vanity traits I voluptuously own. At ease once I scrumptiously part this friendship easily to a more appeasing zone. Repeat ! Say, I call then. Ready all frosted-flaked to tell you about the girl I really love. Lately it taints red blood blue in faintly irate oxygen starved purple paints. . . If I spend my natural life you, some old shit won't happen again. If I pretend to offend and stay casual in the interim, who will, in my time of dying remain a friend ? Or sustain a coppery tone, cheerfully and dubiously thrown. Together. With skunked belly undertones ? Recapitulation: Well, here's where shit gets interesting. Where chairs climb stairs and flairs befall bewildered stares. Where stalls start and fair weather no longer fares. In somber lands of childhood fancy, spherical in amber singing nuclear harmony. You stood a negative-nacy. An outlander in bands of brotherhood stature, believing a fractured lyrical armory would be relative but prancy with arms raised in proverbial anarchy, you see. Let me clue you in to myself I build my confidence, in ways a non nonchalant would kind of sense. A sensible fence that sits on stilts bent in and around some logical pretense. If that renders true, then signify by remembering said truths to be selfless evidence that rigs my sails when I fly ever the distance. Sever my ties, dot my lies. Cross my teeth and hope to god I get by. I have nothing. Save for memories of Munrona's bar. Never been, though so far it's all sun thrown on ya from very afar. So that's what I've read and interpreted, in insightful digress, with my chin lifted high in delightful stress. ----- 3000
This is free verse; A place not without. It's hot blowouts of liquid assented holdouts. Like a Luda trash offended roll out, but alloted to see first what it feels like to fleece purses of ass-ended hoe mounts. This is all me first, A face of spades. A space of cascading word banks placed sun faded, flanked, stunned not alienated. Flee cursed but witnessed third hand their absurd business related to my pressure gauged homeostasis. This is you in bursts, You got machine shot in the knee. Enter a obscene nurse who's hand clots the velveteen spots clean. Unseen between your serene eyes is a debt, a favor to allow feelings not free; too upset to bear meaningful meanings. This is you and me. Finally free. Not ! But, machine shot, you see ! ----- 3095
"I salted her annually as we've grown together...superfically fake. Apart in faint grand finale fashion, doing or dying. Sinking or swimming. In tonalities depth. Tonality's lake." I <3 this.
Synchronize my exterior to display nothing but superior superlatives, disguising our eyes only after our interiors were certainly sure we did. All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water- never too far off are jaws of intercept inept on all attainable truths spoken for barter. Demonstrate all the hate, however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me. It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously. Go on. Proceed. Demonstrate how I feigned shy of snared dividends. Short of hilarity as I expected this autumn again. How you instead casted calls of Amnesty auditioned in clarity. Only to be paired with me, if and only sparingly then. And as such, a pallet of two lonely September symphony blends, colored Splendid into a splendor of animation seeing more suspended. Heh, the vulgarity was amber, the diva friend, a tint of flavor applauded behind closed doors being orally tested by men. Hurriedly monetized, though not really offended. So slow, too fast. Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-Blue in blemishes. Two related too mirror in any remembrance. Too sedated. Fears of infinity. Just too 'you' to radiate two cadences capable of atypical symmetry. It is not so. Not sustainable, quite frankly. Simon says so. ---- 3214
To be honest, I don't catch the meaning behind Simon Says as a whole or even in certain parts, and frankly, I don't care because from a purely language perspective this is like a tapestry of sounds and colors. It's just damn pretty but also controlled and confident. I think this might have some meaning to you personally, and I'm just a fly on the wall and I'm ok with that. What are the numbers at the end?
Hey thanks kitten. I agree with you. I put considerably less focus on meaning than I do with the sounds and control of the rhyme schemes --I'm interested in the language prospective. Heh, the numbers give me insight as to how many views each post gets.
A Pawn laughs as he calculates and mixes in Acid rain and bubble gum fixed as medicine... Loading subtle guns for some fast chance to jettison Life of rank and file to go stencil in ten SOS Messages Signaling distressed shot instances kept Checked to mate Chaos in bloodshed plotted premises at all costs, in spite of Red blemishes caught painting a real horror to lives lost in some Holocaust His pills send surreal dopamine hand cranked, telescoped In and out, until meaning is totally maliced by dope Tripe against discreet tyrannical positions of power Knife in check, masterful in his final hour All waiting on some Trumpeter to bugle the call Of war under one blood banner flying high the fall of Kings, tightening a noose around the Queens bed Splitting her long legs loosely, stabbing her seams red finger nails scraping out her orifice, raw slush Blood picked teeth lick flesh, dry fucking to flush out all direct claims to the Virgin Mary Certain to burn any seed inside that may carry the next line of unhealthy ego, next of kin with A mirror mirror on the wall, sworn in existence with rusty slit wrists pinned to orange tinted crucifixes ----- 3746
If life gets bad, reboot to last period of normal operation. Correcting quick to collect all the fall out of your own brilliance Each person has it some go on and worry about nothing but what-whats and who-who's doing stupid stuff for a moment of satisfaction sniffing life's shoe glue makes you say but-buts and act nut-nuts so what ? What's dumb is to up chuck num chucks to slum buckets dunked in chicken nuggets In the eyes of the shallow J.C. Penny Marshmallows melt another five dollars, hot and ready on one dollar menu sold rotty shot up in a parking lot its a Tom Petty heart attack nodded off as spaghetti pops I eat just to shit another day, but some day ill shit just to forfeit some other way, but now, even still I never quit. Never, not yet Soon, ill walk back through the doors I left along time ago back to the basics of my steam engine, churning a purpose tracks once again in commission and bidded to connect my east with my west in my manifest destiny. Yup. I'll see you guys soon. With ten thousand dollars in my pocket. And the smiles will be medicine.
the internet is a motherfucker. lets do some coffee. this is the first time Ive read a post by you in this thread that made sense. lol usually there like" ill comout a shoutout wat latley"
Minimal introspect 'ought sink low to Subliminal thought; and so forth brought Bingo Shows to correct criminals caught. It's all in a days moon and vacant for a nights sore sun, in so that tyranny inundates soon the complacent for fun. Rambzy's most artful waltz marches to Mozart full of arching faults. in so much that man sees refuge in things hip for em too darling to vault. It is now with the spoken formality that three Rambzy endows a myth of free token normality: thank you everyone for your support !
I'm bringing this thread back soon. And when I do, its going to be SICK. I had a lot of time away from this to have more material, even more, inspiration. OK, so who cares ? I do.
Wicked lies hurt, conversed in half truths. Of thirsting eyes converting first to dial past phone booths. This consequential terror tallies up Continental divide. Do or die, death in error or suffer to confide ? I say nay. The lips of righteousness never uproot, despite angered fist flipped in consequences against her pursuit. Striking sulfur to insulate match sticks. Buffering what's in you, baits past magic tricks. The altar of hate authors pavings on deceptive deposits. Its day light savings offers the slaves barter on dejected pockets. I say nay.
Position a song bird on my shoulder Singing Peter picked... poison peppers Perched in perfect pitch... of pictures Then stack seashells, topside my ocean box Listen lost, as ice cream hides soft polka dots Rusty hallows, downsized in pistol smoke Of pink pony rides, must be some isotopes... Close the door, turn out the light Then set war birds atop a powder keg Wick a fuse in an hour to an outer edge Pluck feathers and kick start zero, Hiroshima Sequestered shadows hear no, bleed blood Silhouettes exhausting like hairpin fractals Air signals bomb Alice, her fear of rabbit holes Do all this, inside your cerebral cortex Install this urge, or just let your pours sweat ----- 6052
