So, I just thought I'd mention that to my loyal art community.
And now back to the fun...


I Do Not Know...I do not know why people write poems, words and deeds tumbling out in silence for never will I know them, and the word-made lands of great and old have collapsed into dirt and ruin for I do not know why people write poems.I Do Not Know...
I do not know why people write poems, my world is lost amongst the depths where death still has its dominion over all our memories and ideas which blow away in a handful of dust so I do not know why people write poems.
I do not know why people write poems, to wrap the world in color and sound. When their voices grow choked and


The MagicianFrom out of the whitespace I am made a manThe Magician
Yod
My fingers know her every curve, aching to explore the depth of frets laid over with strings that hum in vibrations spiraling, screaming through pickups.
She makes a demon of me, uncracking intensit


The DevilEven the eunuch could never doubt in words of Christ we all trust If the eye sins, then cut it out.The Devil
We take our chains and never shout at the price of ignorant sin, our fleshy crust that even the eunuch would never doubt.
Her eyes cast a simple route to slake the thirst of boundless lust, but if the eye sins, cut it out.
I long for the days of endless drought when Id get ritalin when I fussed and that, no eunuch could ever doubt.
The whiskey rallies forces about to burn down all this earthly disgust. When the eye sins, cut it


Drive. Chapter IX2:08 AM. In the upper-left corner of the passenger-side window out of which Im staring, the full moon glares down in thoughtful knowingness, casting the night rushing past in cool contemplation. Mike switches the music to something slower, older-sounding. Carefully, knowingly, he lights another cigarette. I crack the window next to me to avoid the terrible smoke. I break the cool meditation and finally ask him, hey, who is this? He exhales and speaks out the side of his mouth, eyes still focused on the road ahead. The Brian Jonestown MassacDrive. Chapter IX


Find your own ParadeI've watched the vagabonds wander through steel jungles, wrapped in chains bound to corpses, to scales, to headlines. Telephoned suicides rained down from the high wires, soaking the streets, turning my own clear vision into a blur, and staining the whitest skin. I believe I saw that suit on the floor, but I was in the wrong room, at least I prayed I was. I didn't want to think I could be part in that, but the stain had soaked in. "A perversion of flesh I say!" But who am I? Was it me that I saw in the hedges? Isn't that how that old story goes? But if thats where I reside, doesn't that make youFind your own Parade


It All Falls DownGraduation: The happiest day of my life, so far. Four years of hard work, Acknowledged in a two hour Parade of speeches and names. Proud tidings, pre-written inspirations.It All Falls Down
Three days later, I’m working the 9 to 5. Punching the clock, Answering inquiries. My face aches From the forced smiles. My ear is tired Of hearing Clients complain. I don’t try to make them miserable I’m too polite to hang up. Bad form, old chap.
I need that: Paycheck Rent check Light check Phone check Check, check, check.


The One I'll Never HaveThe only one I'll never have And the one I want the most. I wouldn't call it love... A fascination, if you will.The One I'll Never Have
I have a condition. The human condition. Constantly seeking that which we feel will make us whole. Constantly seeking that which we can not have.
Do you see me? I'm screaming; Crawling out of my skin to get closer to you. I don't know if you want it; The closeness.
I try and try to get your attention. I only seem to attract the rest of them. I don't want them like I want you.
More and more I understand T
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They have banished me
So Ill banish them
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"We need a Revolution of artists, of poets, of wizards!"
-Steal this Movie
Support humanity *Anti-Nazi
~artpolitics
~Thefreedomfighters
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Im doing alright. Getting back into Photography and such. How are you!!
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deadworks Photographyღ
They have banished me
So Ill banish them
It made me miss you, mate.
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Oh, you're a Coldplay fan? I thought they all died of boredom years ago.
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spelling?
grammer?
fuck!
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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if you give me sugar ill love you forever
tell me if you understand it and if i should keep going
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want me
need me
love me
but dont hate me
cuz you know im dead sexy
hehehe im funny
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bite me
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