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Title: I'm Going To Fuck Your Face.
saved for verse.
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Dissolving Into Labels.
Dissolving into black labels even red and purple ones
its hurtful some people don't find it irkful
.........................XERCES................... ..............
would find it funny snickering at these mindless dummies
they follow it up like egyptians entombed
the smell of death is here but its a 'living room'
nice to know that
I'm not the only victim of a dysfunctional family unit
greek and latin teachers keep dispelling my symptoms
so when they find my tumors I ask, which one?
the benign the malignant the indignant
belligerent, ungrateful and American born
your recourse tastes alittle like cinnamon
yes your recourse is palate-able
dissolving into black labels even red and purple ones
I'll drink to that... AGAIN?.
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Dreams
Written By,Opus
A dream is like a moonlit path to stimulating release.
It lets your mind wonder like a leaf caught in a breeze,
A whirlpool of laughter,
Or a drop to tears.
Like a stroll down a sunset beach.
Crashing waves,
A wonderful sunset,
Such a peaceful view.
Taking a step over the moon, the clouds
Like walking with the angels and the world at your feet,
Alighting down to dance with the stars,
Saying goodbye to drift into the new day.
It could be the crash of lightning
Or the whistle of the wind,
Or the joy of a kiss,
Fear of isolation.
A dream is like letting your thoughts come out to play.
Like the freedom of a river of memories,
Of the horror of crawling nightmares,
Of an unconscious journey through fantasies.
This is my dream.
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Labels and names train my inner sanity -
to become a beast, lion-like like a lion untamed...
They may see me as a monkey; foolish & playful,
but all have yet to hear my roar & see my strength...
Everyone continues on their journey to piss me off,
I sit, listening... stones hitting home plate like bones
that won't break. Words will forever hurt me...
I'm now covered in invisible bruises due to you -
lips... breath... tongue...
Later we'll see how the three mesh together,
as I have hand-sex with a trigger...
That's sure to 'throw' back the shots -
like a boomerang sling shot, back at you!
Tag, you're it... now you lay there...
Cold, soft, alone...
All from a bullet...
One real bullet was shot in this invisible war...
The Masked Assassin
By Jonathon