It was just fantastic
The way you replaced your face with fraud
Hiding in the shadows
Telling lies, and cursing god
I feel I'm undeserving
Of your Hate filled demon choir
Pagan dreams, and haunting things
Dance wickedly around the fire
But your eyes loudly tell a story-
Of a man who has seen too much
Last calls, mirrored balls
And the densest cloud of dust
The ice cubes buoyant bubbling bounce
Slapping time against the walls of my glass
Rippling waves of cross harmonics
Sonic-Punch while roaring fast
Forget the rules-
Burn your books-
Find joy and satisfaction
In their disapproving looks
Does your fashion protect you
From your fascism?
I'm running
from the idea of running
Pleasing those
who don't deserve pleasing
If I've given up hope
and began placing weight into words
Does that make the impossible possible
Does the absurd remain absurd
Catching Flies
with fast fingered traps
Doing what
is what feels the best
A stay cat sleeps
While its body
From unsatisfied hunger
Slowly cannibalizes itself
Denver won't stop
Calling out my name
From the mountain tops
Through crystallized rain
Is this a curse
or a defining moment?...
Is this a joke
or an abstract thought?...
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The Immaculate Musings Of the Misguided Miscreant Known As Igneous Mouse
PoetryA collection of my poetry which is commonly my way of dealing with life; both the good times and the bad, all of the weird moments, the unexpectedly inspirational events, as well of those unfortunately hard ones that we learn lessons from. I like to...
