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Before you sleep.With back handed emptiness,
and a promise that dissolves in alcohol.
The truth lasts as long as this dance,
nobody move, the silence is astounding.
Early morning head-pounding
last night's floundering.
We are saved now, we understand,
we know each other as well as any friend.
Text before you sleep,
one day the other will stay awake.
Dream on about perfection,
you are already out of synch.:thumb689096163: Notes on absurdYou will never
make that vase
glow enough
that porcelain
shine enough
that life
that purpose
glow enough.
You will hoard water
in broken vases
your joints
useless
because of
all the cries
of
SLOTH!
hurtled at you
everyone throws stones
proudly
even if you
carry hurdles
on your back
it won´t be enough
even if you do not know
and try
it won´t be enough
every mistake
you want to amend
and stitch
won´t be enough
every time
you screamingly
letter pleas for work
it won´t be enough
to leave a mark of interest
in the far away offices
where the riches and lives
exist in the metropoli of prosperity
no
it will always be seen
as you rooting
yourself
into indulgence
and that
is never enough
in the contemporary lives
everybody wants
for you
it won´t be enough
always muddled
always foggied
like the eternallly dirty platery
your ghosting hands are washing
always void
like the broken vases
you try to failingly fill
always fleeting
like the forever ungrasped
life
everyone dispro After ManchesterFrom the street rises hope
Silent minutes in candle glow
Time to end this hurt bestowed
Plant the flowers cellophane wrapped
Love the kindness given back
Time to mend these hateful acts the greeks vii. glaucus       t'was the hour of rising,
              my wife in bed, the babe asleep
         and my work had begun before the light had slipped above the horizon.
                             my nets in hand, spear in another,
                      calloused as the bark that washed on the gravel
                           I settled myself into the rhythm of the day;
        but I was to be blessed that day, as was the wishes of the gods
                        the sandy bar of my home away from home
                   was occupied by an old man, sunk halfway into the edge of the river


love you avenueI'm rubbing my head across my hair  
yes my head it is still there  
The boyqueen all unknown  
almost took it for his own  
but he didn't get it all  
Damned romance is such a bitch  
Which one of us was which  
I couldn't stitch in to a tapestry of my life  
That's good 'cause I can't handle strife  
I've got happier things to do  
Don't you?
love you avenue, by Lance 2017 June 24 The Spinning Wheel(The Wicked Faerie Speaks)
You were short one invitation;
All my sisters were selected.
Pray, what clown declined to mention
My wrath's not lightly neglected?
All my sisters were selected.
(Chits with hearts of sugar candy!)
My wrath's not lightly neglected;
Do they think the scorned are friendly?
Chits with hearts of sugar candy!
Let them grant that girl all graces!
Do they think the scorned are friendly?
Then leave her to my devices...
Let them grant that girl all graces!
I'll find for each grace a spindle
Then leave her to my devices
Twenty minutes should be ample.
I'll find for each grace a spindle;
Never babble of good manners!
Twenty minutes should be ample.
Death, I'm pleased to do the honors.
Never babble of good manners!
Pray, what clown declined to mention
(Death, I'm pleased to do the honors)
You were short one invitation? the greeks vi. hecate                  by the moonlight I feast
             creatures of the dark lay their heads at my feet
                        mother of magic, you will kneel before me
                 before you are aware of the implication ...
                         in the deep stillness of night,
                 my best work is weaved
                                    candlelight and runes encircle me
                                spirits of the other realm heed my call
                  & The Time Has ComeI agonize and dream I use my claws  
To rake them down your spine & ride you slow  
The humid slick is running down the walls  
The night is thick with nowhere else to go  
To rake them down your spine & ride you slow  
As lightning shakes the thunder from the sky  
The night is thick with nowhere else to go  
Each tremor taking us before they die  
As lightning shakes the thunder from the sky  
Denying us the rain that comes alone  
Each tremor taking us before they die  
That soon will bring a deluge of our own  
Denying us the rain that comes alone  
While lovers steal the moment from within  
That soon will bring a deluge of our own  
And join ecstatically our naked sin  
While lovers steal the moment from within  
A salty tidal surge from evening's heat  
And join ecstatically our naked sin  
Until our passion wanes in slow retreat  
A salty tidal surge from evening's heat  
Th HonestlyIf I had my wish
All my words would be fires
Lit for your blue days.

the greeks iv. dionysus           have you tasted wine so sweet
               as one of sun-kissed grapes?
                        the revelry that flourishes under my hand
                     we drink deep in thanks every twilight,
      and come morn, we lie grateful in the dirt,
            the smallest of fires burning inside with pleasure;
                                             the moon never taught me so much about your body before
                   I must give thanks for the stupor you have put me in
             your laurel crown of plenty has smoothed my features

Mature Content

:thumb688235726: cicada glorysummer haze,
notes leering over apartment
complex rooftop kiss under sunset,
and all the lies
world melts into wax,
years later you strum
another solo in the ear of some stranger
dye your hair a new color, pick up a new
cute nickname;
tell the same lies to new people
and only the cicadas know Copla RealThe wolf walks forth alone tonight
Save for the crescent moon in white
And a rare zephyr's melody
Must he  forgo all company
For the whims of passing delight?
Should it be many or a few
Your soul a friendship can renew
And all too many days alone
Can make that soul as cold as stone
Does the wolf know this to be true?
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ALL WASHED UPSlow river
Moonshine rise
Stone'y drive
Building temples in the sky
Spirit cast
Dream catcher
Marry me back, yes please!
Holding onto you
Ghosts, faces in the clouds
Your guess as good as mine?
Divine intervention
Lost in translation
Final prayer
Return too sender:thumb688173898: auspicei am an etherous ghostnote
in your nighttime prayers
i am slang for something
like tangerine seeds and pulp
i am on the tip of your tongue
my claws dig into your lips

(whisper into me, whisper,
make me a sighing windtear.)
i am a flight of birds
across your winter sky
i am darkening haruspicy
interpreting your insides
i am the place on your palm
where ley lines becomes rivers
(cheironomous augur, i am,
let me make you an omen from god.)
i am october-time rust patterns
below your quickening caravan
i am wetness and mirepoix
like sweet stewed secrets
i am the sunlight on your bare neck
druid magic makes us omniternal
(tentatively, hesitantly, plaintively,
we can be everything you say we are.) Beyond The InsideRoll me up a sick one
A buzzing and a knowing
Sinking into the visions
A house by the shore
Dank and empty
The levels of the mind
Like stories of a home
The cold darkness
A moldy wooden damp
Hollow like a headless brain
Weakest words spoken
With such a heavy burden
Lost among my own walls
Straight break for the wandering
Officially claiming self gone
I shall dance with my desert trials
To return anew
Or die alone The BreezeI just stepped to the sliding glass door
Which looks out on the lake
The night-breeze came flowing strong
Carrying a barely perceptible sound
And it suddenly occurred to me
How similar this moment is
To feeling the breeze
Enter the room of a downtown hotel
Every time I've been in a big city
And it's not only that
It's the life in motion
That breeze is the interface between the life outside your hotel room
And you, the guest
The guest of the city
User interface
That's the ticket
As soon as that breeze hits
Instantaneous thoughts pass by of moments taking place
Simultaneously
In that exact frame of reference
That exact time stream
Especially on a Friday or Saturday night
It's the dive bars, the sidewalk seating of Mom and Pop Italian restaurants
The cars on their trajectories through the veins of the city
It's the hustle and bustle which never recedes
Entirely
It's the kisses hello and goodbye and
The seconds, thirds, and fourths
Which may be assisted by fifths
It's the dogs being walked
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