Literary Ejaculate.

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spazm

i type answers to new questions without a name like fires the devil on my soul lays claim to the ironic waste and colloquial spatter coats the ignited system

Pitter patter goes the rain drops that beat a steady drum incandescent to the mans mind stream with endless repeated dreams repeated notions inevitable flows just happen and it goes on and on and on and on

There is no end to the present no dreams but life and the inedible being that shines around is no room to move but an alien knowledge that possesses and truncates wisdom

I floated on my vision but was obscured by the light that drifted through my tangent leading to the solving of the equation with chalk dust and a boring afternoon of sin unintelligble notes on my pad

If I could take the one line and reverse it, there would be two new streaks that would never be thought upon until the end of the notion that is where the levee will break and the thoughts will crack through the walls

I spatter lines on this game to prolifigate this illegitimate name with the plastic purgatory of the name up in lights that illuminates a crystal meth view of the void where no one comes to life

Deftly I jam like a surgeon, saving lives with the drop of a feather from the wings that fly through the forest that exists on the eternal nether and is offside to the real realm's right reasons readily rectified recurring

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Echoes in Translation

Pretty doll, paint me a picture. What's hiding behind that porcelain stare? I wanna dance with you, baby. What's hiding behind - that perfect, doll hair?

Pretty doll, lets meet in an exotic place Lets - tap tap tap a dance together, My fingertips upon your face. You and me, carefree, forever.

Pretty doll, let me hear your voice? We're star cross'd by space. It seems to me I've got no choice. Trapped together in our hearts' embrace.

Pretty doll, perfect as a polka-dot. I hear you're hiding some red lace? I justneed oneshot Across ivory keys, your fingers trace

Pretty doll, are you here to save me?

let's pose in a polaroid frame.

From now until forever, synth shine like a classic.

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devil eyes (futility’s lament III)

My sweet torment lies, in the eyes of the ghost.

In those blank devil eyes, my heart desirest most - a

a sweet release, a deep exhale an inexhaustible energy that will never fail.

what lies beneath? a drowning pool. A dark swirl of my words, an icy clutch.

and then, oh then. How the daggers flow - they

they clutch and I teeter on the edge of the blade.

so sweet... so familiar... I am cowering... in fear.

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fingertips. (futility’s lament II)

In the dark I stretch and I can feel it - something's missing. Something I've yet to know.. something I never knew.. I longed for.

I'm laying here, imagining our intertwined fingertips, our tracing touches - tender, tantalizing.

I can almost feel the heat radiate - warm embrace giving away to burning touch. Hungry kisses, furious passion - I want it all. I want to roll and tumble, control and submit. I want to be rough and yet delicate... gone in a flash but achingly slow. We have to be as one.

As I wake from the depths of my slumber I swear, you're right there. Illuminated in the golden blur of the morning's light - right by my side. I know you're with me and I know one day you're going to be the realization of my heart's secret desire.

A desire - to be loved. And to return that love one hundredfold. Love, achingly pure and luxuriously everlasting.

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hilarious/handsome/loving... a Gentleman (futility’s lament I)

It crept upon me , a hook to a fish - a tantalising glory. Little did I know it was but bait for the hungry.

Before I could know it I was deep - too deep not treading water, no - forcibly sucking in mouthfuls of water into these aching lungs.

The light that shined upon you - uncertain, a flicker. Had my weary eyes betrayed me? Was I viewing the sunrise' glorious hues of pink and purple? Or had I yet stumbled upon the blood-red sunset..? drawing me down, towards the inexorable darkness I had known only too well.

Stars always dotted this darkened void - I knew them like an old friend. Like the newborn grasping at a future untold, they seemed an eternity.

Staring into the dark - I'd hoped even the dark might stare back. A comet had flashed into my void - it blazed bright. Dare I place my hopes on the comet? Will it come to land?

All I know is it shines so bright - fantastically bright. So bright I saw spots. Spots of darkness. Spots that grew, spots that ate at me.

Cancerous murderous prickly spots - spots that rang true. Why? Why are the seconds ticking like this? Why am I caught in the wheels?

My perpetual roadkill fortune chips and tears and screams at this shattered being. How long til I fade? How long til this wheel falls off? When will this excercise of mere futility finish its darkened song?

I want the blood coating these pale blue lips and the endless night to end...

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when your life-blood flows, and the path tends to vary. Idle time slips, sliding on the unwary. it's hard to step when you don't know the way. if you can't, you must! drag yourself from the bottom of the well, don't let the snapshots rule you. keep on rollin' but don't give in to the machines.

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transfixed, allure. several pulsating notions form. i'd wonder how to end? how can we let go for the moment?

satiated by a mere touch. cant think how to remove this. fixture. unwilling meets unable presumably, always, this.

note sure whether to pounce or resume my dance. can I just? I'm trailing... I slip. Can't fall while you dance.

ether looms, drawing. slowly luxuriously inevitably. suppressed, freeze frames fade.

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visions; cascading hues. nothing tasted so horribly bland. sometimes I reminisce. sometimes the shivers delight while I feel nothing but a dull ache. thoughts flow merely vacant. the fingers they tap, weaving somewhat of a delicate lace but the poor mind fumbles while connecting the dots - can't help what you lack. mnemonics prescribed but constantly failing to mesh. eugh.

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Dancing, lithe fingers. he clasps his duty. if he could have felt, surely this would've been a struggle. methodical yet haphazardly, he pulls the strings to trigger the switch. he knows not of the light and shadows of his purpose, only the varying hue. Many call his name, hinting at his embrace with a fierce yearning. yet again, those who rake and claw would duel him for their passage.  searing his mind the order sings and all fall towards the doorway he ushers. aeons blink before his primordial gaze, knowledge of his end was not unexpected. Ever turning, the cogs of all that would be began to slow. he could feel her now, the tendrils of her dark embrace called to him as what must be. at last, order began to tear at his form. her sweet caress consumed him and with him all that ever was or is. together they lay, as forever was forged again anew.

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Random Untitled.

Fantastic prisms form; cuboid spheres grace... a grave mistake often proposed by those purported to never learn. A mere void lactating into the verse within a rhythm of prose. My mind's work seeks not the idle eye or the stalwart stalk, it attracts the profound puddle, the mere step which indicates treachery forming via the unknown. The rampant catalyst has been shied away from; no. It seeks. Ever leering, quick stepping with its jowls wobbling under an unremarkable top hat. Its blood drips forward, forever leaning back. It trips to grace a tumultuous heartbeat that stumbles stereotypically onto a blaring blast beat boom; breaking restraints and encircling lithe fingers to caress the unending coma. Stop.

-written 4 months ago... forgot about this one.

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Misunderstood.

3 am, soul searching, got my mind in a haze, Ideas flow like a smoke fire burn; Skid row thoughts take a turn While empirical elements divulge a craze maddeningly numb, I can't take this malaise. Coccooned in the dark, I ache as I yearn Wisdom I've gained but still I never learn. How can I turn aside from these dark ways? Trapped in illusion I vacate free thought. Glimmers kindle, their voice luminescent; Whispers form to make my cold body radiate. Eluding destruction with these wings I've wrought, Red-herring respite takes a grasp on the present While lucidity cravings offer a remedial state.

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The Ballad of Walt

Everything I'd give, Struggling against the grain. Just to know you'd live, Take away the blood from my vein.

Hack, cough.

Never get in my way, Do not vary from the process. Idle not the dawning day, My gift is your divine access.

Hack, cough.

I struggle as I stumble, At my best when I cook. Lacking control I fumble, Ice-blue is my only look.

Hack, cough.

My legacy is crystallised, Masks filter the chemical ether. Conscience leaving glassy eyes. This is the dawn of the loser forever.

I am Heisenberg.

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War Saga

Shells scream overhead, Evangelic preachers of death.

Blackened warriors forge onward, Struggling through stabbing streams of leaden chaos.

Falling, falling into a hot darkness, extinguished by a scything blade.

They loose their juggernauts, send them cutting a swathe through frenetic destruction.

Remnants of the fallen clothe the bloody, frozen wasteland. Their bodies wither. Their thoughts, evanescent.

The sun crawls into a platinum sky. A piercing call rents the air. Loss yawns into morning.

Raising yesterday's pain, loss. Feelings felt in memory.

Ravaged faces bear the weight of times past, horrors etched into their existence.

Remeber what they fought for. Remember what they died for.

Lest We Forget

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Out of the Darkness

I strode into the dank Beast's lair, It was huge and vile with dark, matted hair. He could not move, the beast was stuck.

I questioned the beast, "How is this so? You're stuck in the dark, with no place to go". The beast, he stirred and fixed me his eye. "Get away from me Sir, I am here to Die".

A tear escaped my face and rolled its way down. "Oh dear Sir, I don't want you too, to drown". The beast dropped his head. On his face, a frown. "Let me die here Sir, far beneath the Ground. Why has someone like you travelled here to see me?"

I shook my head and started to laugh. "Come away with me Sir Beast, lets head up this path"

And as we strode into the light of the day, The beast raised its head and threw off its dismay.

Outside the cave from the depths of the lair, Into the edge of a lake, the Beast stared through its hair. To my shock and surprise in front of my eyes, In the lake's mirror reflection, no beast could I see. Gone was that creature, for that creature, was me.

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Cycles

Immortal gargoyle, stone steeped in the ages. Your shadow clings to you, your stoic gaze betraying the void inherent. I am the shadow that encircles the light, I am the harmony of life and death, the rapture of all and the militant catalyst of choice. Dark is the vessel of your saviour, itself a gateway into a common eternity. Upon it you perch, laying out the intricacies of your toil. I am the silky caress of fingertips, the lap of the ocean. I speak with the caterwauling of the storm, behind me the dead silence of my departure. Hold me with you, sink yourself into me as I revel in you. Unfastened, I know no limitations in the exploration of your flesh. Spread your desire to reach me through the rising cataclysm and awaken the carnal beast that draws itself from within. Flourish with my heat as I burn away all rationale and climax into punch-drunk ecstasy. I am your cage, a perfect facade. My existence travels within the pulse of a neuron and your valiant syncopation to alter my path is but an exercise in mere futility. Drop to you knees in fealty to me and drown yourself in my familiarity. Hold me close to you, embrace my false freedom and lose yourself within my presence. Cast me aside, not as an anchor but as a shackle, escape my walls and forge a new path if you dare. My existence lies within the journey as I encompass all. I am the trials and tribulations of each breath, every step a new version of the old me. I am the eternal now captured within a moment. I linger on each stride, revered and reviled uniquely to all. I am the universal interpretation of matter, the rational boundary. Archaic glimmers stud the eternal darkness from where the light is born. As jewels that exist beyond the comprehension of the mortal cycle, their mere presence gives weight to the lapse of time as it occurs. Discovery of the illusion incites transcendence over a blade’s edge and brings about the decision of forked path. To tread the road, balance must occur. And with it, survival.