Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Once Told: Twice Hidden I

Tell my vampire decrepit soul,

     Reborn vintage remorse stories rarely hid their meanings in unfamiliar demon type a anti angelic memories masquerading as lost heart stopped bleeding dreams from this old doomed soul, For we've fallen back into the realities of the oceans which we've witness, Screaming into heaven in an isolated bleak eternity pretending to breath praise cave, We're no spiteful of the shame we've created regretfully hiding in an unexplainable to consciousness imaginary delusional hope past.

In lieu of  hiding,
Just to last... 

Monday, January 23, 2017

Tonight a vintage memory stalking,

       The air inside nearly joy vacant lungs feels like war, Breath cradled in labouring idle fires of curse silent trials, Smoking chalk parade outlined crimes within future demonic intent confines labelled the thriving of blessings in naught but an echo of our buried past... In its purest manifest hate destiny form, In which we've long spitefully forgotten to believe.

In lieu of fighting,
For the momentary 

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Falling Isn't Flying II

Ghastly futuristic leaps,

     Inaugurated tolerance and compassion imbued with doubt's vanguard of guilt's strategic removal of equality & perfection from hope in spiteful capacity of notes to remove the remorseful neglect of numbness as it unstitched bleeds from the guiltless as extended in bounds to the holocaust screaming, Run the blind towards an obliteration end, As bombs... Ring as shame we deny inside our heads...

In lieu of our invisibiliarities,
What we hide, exists not...

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Falling Isn't Flying I

Pessimistic leaps,

     Inaugurated vanguard of falsified selfish zero integrity wish capacities, Half illegitimately nakedly silent notes only remorse can bleed of guilt extended bounds, Running towards an obliteration of hope's end, As bombs...

In lieu of,
Our great dreamings

Friday, January 20, 2017

A Broken Dial of Dreams III

Reptile eyes

     Dreaming circumferences of frequent doubt over bandaged unresponsive prayers, Frequently left over avidly absent of luck's most priceless karma aid, The haunting has clicked; what doesn't make you stronger... Our most spiteful mirror's blind reflection makes you legitimately held infinite untaken yet last unwitnessed breath want to be no longer aware of this unfulfilled life... dead.

In lieu of our participation in,
Never dreaming beyond the imaginary,
Wealth beyond comfort...
Love without effort...
Parades of confidence

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Cast enclave down,

    Habitually ruled by circumstances ever waiting, Swimming as lighting hemisphere of fate, An uninvoked karma electric chameleon dictionary never spoken S.O.S decision writhing as unsent diction attempting to defy its own existence by systematically hiding behind all the corruptable matter it could find!

In lieu of our participation in,
Fighting honesty... Too willingly

A Broken Dial of Dreams II

Eyes seething antidotes, 

     Hauntingly breathe concussions of remorse over bandaged prayers from the depths of the other regretful side, Wherein resides the left spiteful over parts of hallucinations we forgot to wish and they're doomed as we'll never rummage funeral through what we can't see for even the most malignant specimens of a once advocated for vampire's hope or ashen loyalty of a wingless angel's putrid assisted self genocide help, Out from whom both intangible realm's parade of realism exists, But only within our minds phantasmigorically fake yet chronologised slumbering eyes cowardly dreams...?


In lieu,
Of waking...