i want to be a poet and i am working to make myself a seer, you will not under stand this and i don't know how to explain it to you...it is a question of reaching the unknown by the derangement of all the senses...the sufferings are enormous, but one has to be strong, one has to be born a poet, and i know, i am a poet...” -Arthur Rimbaud

"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned." - Lord Byron

"The time to fight for freedom is the time when freedom is threatened,
not the time when freedom is destroyed, for that later time is too late. Freedom is threatened now, the destruction of freedom is not far off. Now is the time to
fight." -Jack Parsons

poetic terrorist

hold on...

hold on...gotta pee...be right back...

oh, she come over me like warm water...control me like breathing and hearts beating...i want her and nothing else...always waiting for her call...she don't know but she know, dancing innocent, watching me when i’m not looking...pretending her eyes are closed...drama swaying...

uh, i saw her the first time i saw her...sitting back in my folding chair...acting like i don’t...but she light up the room like tesla won...she walk in like a mushroom cloud painting the sky...more beautiful than god...

‘course she had a husband...but some times the earth just rumbles at our feet...the engines burn inside...the eagles shriek and dive...we drop back into the ocean...

lost my rag tag renegades in the heat of thieving...alone, i took a look around...slipping the moon in my pocket...oh, she's so good i just don't know...mother panic at my static...

run with her dreaming in my palm...a bolt of lighting in my hand...she feel me...deep... inside... pressing through her fields...showing no mercy...i come for you...

her eyes look into me lying...feeling my bones and leaving me stranded...too good for my own...

she love me and rape me and leave me bleeding dry in the street...

she look down at me, frail and tangled in the gutter...no strength in my starving reach...her perfect hands cover her mouth and tears cover her eyes...

my queen always drunk and angry...raging and ranting...blind nature...

omgwhathaveidoneims osorryiloveyouso muchpleaseforgiv emeillneverdoita gainneverleaveyo uiloveyoucantliv ewithoutyoupleas epleasegodcomeba ckforeveriloveyo uiloveyouiloveyo uiloveyoupleased onteverleavemeag ainpromise!

i stand up and brush the dust from my shoulder...look at her unsure without choice...arms wide open...she falls home...and we're forever hooked...

 

"i can't stand the rain...against my window"...

February 16, 2010
 

Saint Natas

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