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silver-tinged twilight owls

nestle,

hooting

along

with the help of lofty, fresh leaves

so too, do the summer's evening

winds whistle around

the empty park bench passing

through the p

Owl and CrowYour fingertips stuck to my forehead, and popped off when you pulled them back. We were both wearing black that day, mourning our own deaths. (Those little deaths that happen again and again.) Kisses planted grow rainbow flowers at twilight. We were waiting for twilight, that day. I pushed your fingers back into place on your hands, kissing the tips of each one. You cat-purred, I bird-screamed. Twilight rolled in like a fog, smooth and beautiful, the way it does sometimes in autumn. We didn't need anything more.

time travel
i.
precious moments-
featherweight.

ii.
time heals, remember?

iii.
burying despair: death.

iv.
grandfather time, immortal?

stargazersShe lives in a river of stars, intricately weaved into the eyes of Eden
it's just
the way his roses find beauty in her bramble-berry eyes
watching the sun sink into the ocean
together
waiting for the night sky

I will always remember him, eyes dancing, hiding her broken heart

Rainwater, hurricanes of lonely gray spilling onto the cloudy sidewalk. The stars are gone tonight.

keepsakein old boxes we keep
next to spider web walls and heirloom
root cellars

small pieces of ourselves

watermarked
hoarded like weapons from the
enemies within

the shrapnel of unsettled palavers

waiting
for the right time on the wrong day
or
the right day but the wrong time

to echo sharp olloquies
thought erased with the analgesic
ebbing of time

salvaged from boxes
and back to the surface
displaced

like sickness in gingerale dreams

Gray MasqueradeStriding through this gray, empty world,
I peer upon the hard faces of my peers.
False laughter rings in my ears,
Strained smiles depict something's amiss.
They all fit in,
Just a bit too much.
Robotic and stiff,
They are unidentifiable.
Caught up in the crowd and judgment,
They have lost their identity and their pride,
And their emotions are as flat and cold as those disguises they sport.
The world has come to this.
Even they don't know who they are any longer,
And everynight
Is like a masquerade ball.
I would rather die
Than live a lie.

living misslethis was once the center of things
a garrison of mustard seed and sedulous
one-armed scissors

but now summarily surrendered
to the direction of those bred to push buttons
like Theseus throwing

himself to the Aegean
half dissolved and resolved
to be a better reagent

in vitro meatsloth;
sill diffusing the bombs

the crime sorcier of hyper-
sexual plants

this air is so dirty
the sophists are sweating

while eating their supper, while
scratching their slogans

'to the spine of our eyes
shorthand-surreptitious

and the future assured
on the whim of synthetics

currently disclosable informationthey're naked ships on the horizon
smuggling the tender metal-armed children
who will untie our knots and
tend to our fields
raised on impunative
alchemy and indignant occamy

there is quite a strange
thing doing quite strange things
somewhere entrained by the eyes paregoric
a spate of pro-
biotic indifference

and there are some beasts
you can't catch with tackle and bait
ones you must lure
with more orwellian versions of the truth
and those are the ones to keep
locked in small skeleton closets
to smother with pillows and bury

in the basement on christmas eve

You Took Something From MeI used to remember what was hidden in the moon
The light of a billion beautiful rays still shading in the looms
Now a broken soul, an apparatus to destruction, a tool
A word, a phrase, a paragraph or two
A day doesn't pass without me waking up in pain
To see your repugnant fucking face over me again
The terrors never cease and sometimes I desire
To be deceased, to baptise myself in fire
To leave this earth because my sanctity was violated
And I was young, how could you use this in advantage?
I can't even manage to describe my hate
You pushed the envelope, and I thought I was to blame
But it isn't that way now that I've realized
That I lied to

HumanI don't want to go outside.

It just don't

I hate explaining myself
I hate reality sometimes
I hate being alone
I hate having people around me

I'm sometimes a hypocrite
I'm sometimes a liar
I'm sometimes a procrastinator
I'm sometimes too bunt
I sometimes can't catch a clue
I sometimes don't understand
I sometimes get jealous
I sometimes get scared

I sometimes remember him
and want to slam my head on the counter
to erase what I thought was fatherly love

I'm scared of lots of things
I'm scared of bumps in the night
I'm scared of being touched
I'm scared of upsetting friends
I'm scared of being insensitive
I'm scared of people dying
I'm sca

ThawAs you are loaded
into the back
of the ambulance,

you thank God
that something
is happening at last.

See there's the girlSee there's the girl
The girl who's losing grip
Who is slowly losing everything
her screams of pain and sorrow
Fill her heart.

Do you hear her
Can you see her
Can you
Listen to her
Look at her scars that bleed

She means no harm
She's just dying inside
Help her before she's gone
Don't let her slip

Do you hear her
can you see her
can you listen to her
look at the scars that bleed

There she lays
The girl who cried out
the girl who everyone
Laughed at
The girl who did the permanent
Solution to a temporary problem.

DO you hear her
Can you see her
Can you listen to her screams
Look at her she's six feet under now

The Gorgon's lullaby:The Gorgon's lullaby:

The gorgon sits on the rock on the edge of the world
she see's nothing but the dark sky, nothing there
she was all alone in the world
not one soul to comfort her
not a set of eyes to turn her way
seeing hatred everywhere but she says to herself
its going to be okay because i'm here with my sister's
these heavy hands curl around rocks and tree's
never to see another living soul
for if she does
she'll turn them into stone
where she could only stare but never have any interactions
the Gorgon's lullaby is the only thing that keeps her calm
as her wings stretch out behind her
she lets out a soft hiss
nothing else is h

catch and releaseproselytizing disparate discoveries
opined by rusty keys
contraindication was a craze
that could rout us through these doldrum days
hegira fed and ostentatious
quicksilver in a haze

and drawn the perfect line, i've never
usurped the universe
inscrutable,
re-usable,

but i can't spit out the hook...

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by *animatrinity, Jul 31, 2011, 4:14:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

i spæk child, i spæk in colourphul dreams
so bored, so alone without you here, so lost
i don't want your drugs, heavily medicated
i don't need your drugs, wrongfully sedated
hey god, can you cure my hatred for life?
hey man, can you give me drugs to kill my pain
hey yeah, said the rattlesnake by your feet
hey god, can you numb my animosity
hey man, can you kill the world around me?
hey jezus, can you drop your healing blood
                from your wrists, down onto me
hey god, can you show me where i went wrong?
backstage pass, for the ghost of øzzmas past
just walk alone
          my child of the rayne
                           and spæk to no one
      spæk alone
          my child of the wind
                         and walk with no one
hey god, can't you please my burning fist?
hey doc, can't you medicate my sadness?
hey man, can't you see where we went wrong?
hey judge, can't you give me just one more try?
hey god, can't you give us one more chance?
hey drugs, these people aren't listening to me
hey doc, am i too heavily medicated?
hey god, why can't they hear me?
hey drugs, get this voice out of my head
         so walk alone, my child of the rayne
           give your mind to no one

medicatedby *animatrinity

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

written november first, 'ohfour, around noon, in the psycho ward at kino, the hospital where i was born, twentyfive years earlier. if that's not a painful dose of irony. this is for my beautiful, intelligent, 'next stage of evolution' daughter, rayne. i'm sorry i can't be there to guide you thru the world, little girl. this was written a year and a half before she was born into this mad world, on march second, twothouzandsix. i guess you could say we knew she was coming.

...don't let people you can't trust substitute their drugs for yours...

this poem is related to 'yellow' and 'zombie'.

--
(originally posted: November 16, 2004).
disclaimer: my devious spelling is an intentional, artistik choice.
please don't comment negatively on it. thank you.

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*kram666 Aug 1, 2011

very nice , i'm have A class drugs for bad pain for 25 year ags ( really bad stroke & r in hospital ( coma for 1 month & operation on i brain ) for 6 months 23 year ago years ( i 48 years ) )

"To learn how to use your head, you have to go out of your mind

*animatrinity Aug 1, 2011

damn, dude, i sure hope you're ok. thanks for the comment, and take it easy, man.

*PuzzledHeartBox Jul 31, 2011

This work is very good , it moves me.
Might I be so bold as to ask how come you cant/couldnt be there for your daughter Rayne?
I apologize if this question would offend you in anyway.
It's nice that you wrote and dedicated this in 2004 to your daughter you did not yet have. I think it's moving and special.

*animatrinity Aug 1, 2011

that's awesome, thank you. and i am absolutely not offended, i'm not easily offended, so you can always ask whatever you want.

long story short, both my children were taken away by cps (child protective services, a very evil company that only rips families apart for no reason). we fought like hell, but they're too powerful. they lied on the stand, they sabotaged our case every step of the way, and the more i fought, the more they threatened me. they even said i couldn't videotape my children anymore, after we saw that rayne had a black eye. we said 'what evidence are you afraid we'll find'. so, after a long hard two year battle... i lost my beautiful children.

there's much more information about this, if you're curious, on my other page, *InMyDisk3yez. infact, i wrote a whole album dedicated to them, called 'children of the universe', that you can find at the bottom of my page, under 'metamorphosis, ink.', and tons of stuff in my journals. a good poem from that album, is 'azra field'. it was a very painful album.

anyway, sorry to get so longwinded on you, but it's quite hard to shorten a story like that. there's also a picture of them on my other page. so, that's the story. thank you for your comment, i'm glad you liked the poem.

*PuzzledHeartBox Aug 1, 2011

I shall certainly take a look at it, and read into it.
Thank you kindly for taking your time to explain things to me and for sharing this. I can understand this is not easy at all.

*animatrinity Aug 1, 2011

anytime, my friend. and it's ok, i put all my pain into my writing, so i'm good. and my children will still know their father, cause i'm going to release my albums and books into the world for them to find.

~RockettTanner Jul 31, 2011 Student Photographer

this is really good.

*animatrinity Jul 31, 2011

thank you very much. and thanks for faving this as well.

~RockettTanner Jul 31, 2011 Student Photographer

your welcomee(:

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