Poetry Blogs (2020, fragments)

Does a seagull regret the wind? Does a flag resist its flexibility?

I realise I have more power than the gods. Now they no longer exist for me. I am like a child without parents free to do whatever I please.

She dances like a flame torn by the wind. Shrill brilliance a rage of life that is enclosed by the hand of death.

My mind breathes as do I but longer with strange rhyth...

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The sadness is so beautiful. May it never end but may it deepen like a strong grey wine. A wine with endless gradiations of appreciation to its flavour. 

Tears glisten with more value than diamonds sparkle.

My grief is a guilty one.

If you want to become a deity then you must kill something you love. The reason why this is essential, is that to kill something sacred, means ...

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I write an itch of peeled skin baring it to the world.

Candle flame rivers in the night undulating with spilling liquid fire.

The vagrant of dreams goes to bed like a man riding a boxcar to anywhere. Dispossesed from any fact.

Aimless the bullet goes straight to the heart like a scorching vague obscurity.

You made me hungry for something I can't name.

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Vomiting my mouth inside out is what it feels like to write these words. 

Honesty has conseqences that few can face.

Unlikeable I have been. Frail from vominting. I rest in doing.

The rain outside and the cars sound to my sleepy ears like waves on a beach.

Diary entry: Repeated panic attackes I use a cold shower to cope. I submerge my face in icy water while holding...

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Each caress of infinity feels unique.

Never ending: to understand this creates a shock for the time attached self. How much I would accomplish by letting go.

Hard like a knive but soft as a pussy splayed open red and wet.

He grew a head of flowers instead of hair. His flowers had the perfume of what he was thinking. Sometimes he would stink so bad he couldn't leave the hous...

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My aphorisms are aphros scattering in the winds of no direction.

There's no limit to the depths of shallowness. 

Every facade is sincere. 

They went to birth like the knife to the wound. 

Prebirth cripples reaching through the all the mothers of humanity for happiness. Endless births appearing like bubbles foaming in a bath tub. 

Hurting others is hurting yo...

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Self kindness feels like a realisation of relief from the old familiar torment. An inspiration that feels happy.

Inhaling smoke that numbs the mouth and elevates the emotions.

Is it counter evolutionary to seek the truth when truth may not be conducive to happiness? And are we talking truth of facts or truth?

Only the unhappy can appreciate an art or a philosophy that is to...

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Hunger hone's the sharpness of the blade that cuts with ravenous need.

The universe takes a casual disinterest in our suffering as some authors take in the suffering of their literary characters.

The certainty of a vaugeness is one that looms.

How would society stand and what would its appearance look like? Contrapposto with one foot on its self severed head?

Sittin...

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Cut the kids in half to create more family.

Knoweldge that dying is exquisite pleasure makes suicide become a lustful desire!

Dark shadows that stain myself also stain my friends terribly.

Bizzare death suits excite weirdos even among weridos to eachother.

Build cement factories of human flesh.

Every tree is an eternity.

Girls with masculine and femi...

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A hundrend percent knoweldge of the present moment gives one a fifty percent accurate prediction of the future. The future not yet happened is unknowable but the only realm that the future exists is in the past. All present moments are always happening and to some are accessible. Anyone that could live in thier world's past would have one hundred percent accurate infomation of the future.

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Its not that its ok or its wrong but that its interesting and beautiful.

Alice's mouth was just a small mouse hole until she opened up inside.

My idea of adventure was a peg leaving a hole.

He said De Sade wrote boulders in a wilderness.

 May my voice be the breath of an infinite rose orchard.

To write debts death can't cover.

His negativity was a fl...

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To let go of the petty concerns of survival and pain; to jump into the waterfall of infinite pounding heatbeats and rage wild and free as a dance of pure inspiration. To forget fear in ecstatic revelry.

To know the terror of death and live so bright that the flame of life will never be extingushed.

What is natural is often sick. And what is actually natural is often consi...

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Happiness is foolish and I don't mind the offense it causes others. Sometimes it's good to have a break from being serious and act a fool.

A crisis feels like a live wire of direct action.

I love to get the gods high even though I don't really feel a thing from it.

An old aphorism: A tenderness that moves with the urgency of a crisis.

Poetry's ve...

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Ovid ovulates dark gestations that birthed the gods into narrative. Homer and Hesiod hummed the voice of the singing gods with mortal tongues. To create stories attributed to the gods is to confine the gods and as such is viewed by them as blasphemy. Who would want to be imprisoned by definitions of the mortal imagination?

A sensory view of the conceptual. An art that expresses the fo...

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Each day brings the toppling drunken gait of life and death.

We each lean agaisnt the winds of time swept decay with the fierce determination of survival.

Drunken and concussed with realisations of wonder I behold limitless stars.

Emotions drag me into themselves and like a dog on a leash I am pulled. To think intoxicating thoughts is to create the wines of s...

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A dog with hundreds of legs lying on its side breathing into huge lungs.

I have the hunger of an Erysichthon in my loins.

She remembers the womb and her birth so will she be present for the end as well?

Was Stanley Kubrick killed with arsonic then replaced and eventually executed for treason?

Conspiracy theories that create reality rather than report reality.

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Epileptic gibbering masses of smouldering post nuclear holocaust.

Oh Grievance! you stand at the gallows a smiling skeleton. Displaying the dieing spasms like a proud parent.

A fly made from human flesh and skin. It talks like a little girl gone mad.

'The Western Lands' by William S. Burroughs feels like an aphoristic novel. At times an action movie scene or ...

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Like a lover inspiration ravishes me all over with kisses each one an aphorism.

Feels so cliche but looks so new.

Limos

I read her feelings with great clarity by the touch of her hands. They range from anger, kindness, concern, gentleness, fear or worry. She is a feeler and I am the other who feels.

She doesn't feel alone now. For her it's figuritive and l...

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Venus mound I have come to plant my tree. The fruit we will share is taste only.

A tree of lightening crashes onto the horizon. The booming voice of thunder echoes like reflections of itself receding.

Pure Cocaine goes up the nostril like a strand of white silk. A woven tapestry of illumination.

Listening to the rain together I say if rain could talk this is ...

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For me the son of humanity is fatherless and free.

In the afterlife, the realms of the dead, there are places where to be aware is to be unaware and to be unaware is to be aware. Places where the enlightened are tortured by the universe.

When Jesus Christ redeemed the world was it the equivalent of emptying a beach of wet sand the moment it was achieved more washed up?

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Black word dust blows through Depot town station and people sneeze plot lines, metaphors and poetry.

Skinless dancers pirouette splashing blood onto the front row of the audience. The smell of raw meat is cloying and sickly sweet.

Little blonde haired girls of hell sit with blood splattered faces and their eyes agleam with jewel like intensity.

Architecture o...

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What magic is contained in the pure potential of the unwritten word?

All the unwwritten poems hang billowing from the scaffhold of the stars.

A suitor in the dark so blind all he can see is the day.

Where come all the questions? From all the answers.

When some girls open hymnals they lose their virginity.

Through streets lined in bra...

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I'd like to pick my nose in front of Aphrodite.

Vicarius masochism is often mistaken for sadism.

Ancient sadness arising from desensitizations inconcievable to most humans.

Non-existence is over rated.

Who is it that writes the lines I speak upon this stage called life?

You leave as I enter but we'll read eachother's diaries.

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I would defend to the death the enemies I admire.

I gave all my brothers and sisters a holiday away from hell.

The tyrant Happiness has enslaved us all.

Homes built without any space inside for spatial empty beings.

Cruelty is only given to those worthy of the truth.

Their are tortures beyond pain.

The children are ancie...

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Gaia's private resovoirs have been drained and all the mothers have opened their floodgates.

"Stupid people are like shit on a shoe, you scrape it off but the smell of shit still lingers. Thank goodness for stupid people." Aphrodite

Your eyes were wet with an animal sadness.

Doubt is a crisis of belief. Is doubt a crisis of belief?

When she entered rooms people would put their coats on...

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"The law, cold in itself, can never be accessible to those passions which can justify the cruel act of murder." Marquis De Sade 

"Let he that is without sin cast the first stone." Jesus Christ 

His words created a residue that caressed the body with spectral fingers. A fog of ephemera and phantoms born from the mind.

I have found that abstinence has all the richness of decadence. A denial...

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I would rather aspire to the inspirations that bring shame than the virtues of the just.

Evil does not exist save as a concept. Yet we are greatful for the concept as nothing is more delightful than being wicked.

The pungency of decay has a bouquet that clings tight like a lover or a memory.

Nothing excites the senses more than the extremes of experience. Life must be sacraficed in some d...

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For the murderer the Tiger becomes the representative of attainment to peace from the prosecution of morality.

Like the serpent my blood has ran cold. I sleep coiled with others who have cold blood and venomous mouths.

Knowing better is knowledge that impedes freedom.

Ultimately freedom is corrosive to the state and freedom of the state is corrosive to the freedom of the individual.

Ty...

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A place where grief grows flowers. Pierced by a star of sorrow white flowers break the earth.

The white hot heat of lust evaporates tears and their causes. 

Can't see the sun for the light.

Like a river that can feel the bank I came inside perfection.

Where the filth and smut are golden and we fill our bottomless pockets.

Infinity! Harlot of the drunken abyss. Whore of the Gods. Tak...

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"Everything seen is a manifestation of the unseen." Adyashanti 

I spend so much time with aware beings and deities that there is a distinct feeling of unreality that saturates and pervades my life. A slight tinge of sadness colors the peripheries of my days.

I looked for sickly sweet oblivion in the poppy fields of amnesia. Yet I was immune to such gaudy luxuries.

Where mirrors sweat with...

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Just as fire cannot move without burning. These hands cannot touch I AM. 

Rest in the ashes as clouds dissolve into water.

Fire is thirsty and drinks itself to death.

I eat everything until the world is barren my name is humanity.

Lust becomes rage and fury then settles back into the moisture of sad tears.

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We can't always share our thoughts but we can always share our silence so freinds let's share our silence with each other.

I see the sun is only a shadow of my cruelty.

Aphrodite is so cruel but her cruelty is not hers it belongs to cruelty. Only cruelty is cruel.

Come children I have corruption that is better than the kind words of your parents. It tastes of tears inside h...

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For us depression is our sexuality.

Nature can be sadistic this is a truth that humans find difficult to accept.

Without resistance what is physical pain? Just an intensity? Did Christ suffer on the cross?

Age 10 or 11 Limos committed her first sex crime. Age 20 she was banished to a frozen wasteland. Her main interest is healing and happiness. 

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An infinity of white marble blocks is an eternity of bliss for Rodin and Bernini.

Truth serves no one but the end that never ends.

To witness the falling rain as a miracle.

Always a child always a student. All crowns represent me.

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I want to trip and fall over like the sky.

I look for a solution to the infinity of the impossible. The terror of being everywhere must be terrible indeed. The mistakes of the enlightened masters should be shared with humanity.

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As a sapling I was wounded now I'm a crooked tree bearing bitter fruit. I ferment my fruits and drink them as wine. Intoxicated upon dark love.

I pursue the wind as life's servant. 

Cruelty shapes beauty to take the breath away. 

I regret knowledge but not learning. To know certain truths is to harbour a foetus of cancer. 

The voice of God should be ignored if you want to remain blissf...

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A short story told me by a lover I created:

Once upon a time there were two men who couldn't decide which was the best. They both sequestered themselves away to create great works of art. After a while they both felt they had created a masterpiece. One man showed him his painting. The other played him his composition. They both loved each others work they realised true beauty could not exceed...

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Your hands are maps they show me where beauty lies.

From the deepest night to where? Who can relinquish their Shadows when the light becomes unbearable?

I touch you with my heart and yet yearn to feel you with my skin. If only time would end, my love knows no constraint.

Wanting and experience are two different things. Perhaps wanting is the path that leads us to desires fulfillm...

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The place where actions are born is where I want you to kiss me.

I write poetry in your wounded heart with the love of love. 

Abuse is an action but love knows no movement. 

This child cost forever and only love can redeem such debt. 

Every circle of the universe desires love no wound is too deep. 

In the cul-de-sacs of oblivion a light appears. 

Love is a place where circles are...

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I feel a desire to derange my senses for a crucifixion to stretch myself across the endless threshold. An intimacy with infinity. I can't help wanting the things that I fear. 

Just to sit with you and look at the stars together. How simple how timeless. A moments love lasts beyond a moment. 

What has the moon learned from the sun? Lunacy. 

Does the sun ever meditate upon the source of its...

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When I listen to Beethoven's 7th symphony I imagine a roman emperor restlessly pacing the halls of the senate at night with the burdens of the state upon his mind. 

https://youtu.be/mgHxmAsINDk

I want to dance to music no other mortal can hear. The madness of Finnagans Wake filtered through synthesizers and impossible instruments. I want to be as dangerous as a multiplicity of scalpel cuts. ...

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This was copied and pasted from my friend's website the aphorisms are so brilliant that I wanted to share them here. 

http://www.fraglit.com/impassioned/quotations/aphorisms/porchia-fs.htm

Antonio Porchia

(1886–1968)

Antonio Porchia was born in Italy and lived in Argentina from 1911 until his death. All his writings (aphorisms) are contained in one book: Voices (the following quo...

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When we put our vulnerability in the hands of another it is misunderstood and spoiled by that misunderstanding.

Words words words just soil filling a grave.

When a child is born so is the posibility of god to. Heaven and hell are ressurected by birth.

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My imaginary friends comfort my loneliness. To say they are imaginary isn't quite right but I have no labels that fit.

They sit with me and watch my dreams as I sleep. 

Nothing can truly satisfy my desires. So I try to rest in the place that they are born from. 

 I feel so weary with life. The possibility of being incarcerated or persecuted a constant shadow. If I gave up drugs and alcoho...

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All the animals I love and have forgotten have starved to death. I open the door to their room and it feels like punch of sadness in the gut.

When I slash myself to ribbons with a scalpel I don't take myself seriously. I'm just the punchline of a sick joke. 

The pitch dark of depression oozes from my pores. 

Kindness is priceless. 

Innocence a creation of the wicked...

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The philosophers will burn themselves into fresh air the perfume of truth. 

What is truth without a universe of tangible objects? 

Is the perceivable reality just an allusion to what is formless? A sign post to the beyond for those no longer satisfied with a physical life?

The unconscious and sex seem to be purely motivated by a fear of death. Without that fear how would people and sexual...

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Like love drunk upon the blood of a still beating heart, I come as one into the lions lair to eat the flesh of carnivores. 

Her voice is like a gift I wish would never die. I am born anew each time I hear her. 

In doubt I am doubted. In love I am far reaching beyond every star. In fire I burn all that burns. In death I am stillness awaiting the call of memories, a sleep that the living pass ...

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