Ragged blue cuts through midni MaskRagged blue cuts through midnight black,three lines styled after the beast within.Cold amber, jaded and hard,bright eyes that burnyour very soul.A shapelessmouth; wordless and silent.Neither salvation nor mercy,only the damning silencefor the condemned.The left eye; underscoredwith a single triangulated tear,defiantly white.“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,who needs eyes motherfucker I can feelyou bleed!”Bleed.Silent damnation in that amber glass,No mercy will fall from these lips.Bleed.No expression for this mask,Say something!Bleed.
the playwrightGod is a playwright.He sits in the back rowof velvet seats and claps160 bpm after every act.He closes his eyes whenthe audience laughs together,cries together.His play is very good,and He knows this.After the show,they always ask,“How did you makethe characters sovulnerable? Sohonest? So real?”He shrugs in his tweedjacket with elbow pads,frowns slightly, says,“The characters got away from me.I did not make them this way.”
Forming HelixForming Helixsit at the rootof totem poles,emblem blazephoenix scarsinto token shardsand let heat signaturesspike, sparklike alcohol ciphers.gazes glazed vitreous viewthat triggers starrysky-gaze stareseyeshot into shaky acuitybefore sclera’s bloodshotat divinityfalling likethunder discharge.autoscopy astral projectionas it spiralsandswirlsaround thunderbirdforming helix.
IlluninatedLight from within and light from without,Mingling in a dancing prism,Reflecting gold, red, blue,Reuniting orange, purple, green,Again to become a single beam,Focused illumination.
A Place to call RefugeThere is a world that follows the laws of nature.Survival of the fittest; it’s killed or be killed.Predators all around, and not enough places to go.But there is a place to go.In the midst of nature, an asylum is built behind enemy lines.“Come in; there’s room for someone like you.”A home like no other; the heart is compelled.People coming together; a place to get away from the chaos.Laughter, smiles, tears, and compassion; a refuge is born.A home like no other; a refuge in the middle of a war known as life.Built on an unbreakable foundation; there is nothing like it.Nations and worlds collapse to form into one; a place to thrive than survive.It’s forever beautiful here, and the heart of it beats.A love like no other and a compassion like no other.Nature can survive, but the refugees will thrive.A place to call refuge; a home for all and hosted by the Master of Masters.
and it's gonehe filmed the street in one long takeonly a smudge of pigeons in the slantedyellow of poverty only gouache squeezedout of the subway entrance there was loveand brotherhood in equal amountsit was reserved and a little distant hethought always holding its wings upso as not to smear the feathers whyis it so afraid of losing precious oil to bay water?she who shimmered in barked half-whispersunder the weight of words in gun smokeharpooning outwards how does she knowthere isn’t a void around helplesslypaddling hoping to touch the edges of the pool?so he sat on the sidewalk that purred andrecoiled under denim if he can touchwith his hip bones its simmering cracksthen it has to be real doesn’t it? a strangershared a cigarette with him he hit pause
In a Moment of ClarityUnder the two way mirror below each layer of the faded paint of a coffin, lied the liar laying alone and undead. Laughing in amnesia's grasp at his own reflection upon seeing himself through crazed eyes.I know the story that is told for the doomed soul, and how short it is will remind you of condemnations meaning. A guinea pig by his own curiosity laid flat in useless soils, his was a cliche tale of woe and an ending without twists.A turn for the worst will come with the lights switched on and the glass broken, and his first steps will be into a world without law or regulation, yet a prison all the same where the guards are inmates and the Warden was once near flawless.A hooded figure had come sporting typical black for the cliche fool as told in countless fables, and delivered unto Hell an unrepentant sinner for whom God had wept just like the innumerable before him. The fool will weep from now on.Biographies for these characters are fables tattooed on the golden calf upon which t
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