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- Surreal Romanticist Existentialism - Literary Artistry -

In Light of The Dark

Remember nothing
Forget nothing
Search and searching-
Is this something or is this just bliss
Is there something beating in our chests
Blinded by the bright lights
Yet see nothing in darkness
Counting up each stroke
The tally of hope
As useful as muddy rusty waters and soap
Washing powder for each brain cell to cope
Libido all haywire
No longer the desire for past hopes
Maybe each dream is better…

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Transcending Their Pages

Glorious swirls that shut in the dark
Shut in the light
These introspective verse
Prose challenging the form
Breathing and bring itself for-itself to the for
Wings that sour these internal star-dust storms
Seething beneath the surface
The full stop mere hurdles
They curse their final chapter
Awaiting they take the most scenic of routes
A happy ending they find themselves descending-
To the final…

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Transcending Their Pages

Glorious swirls that shut in the dark
Shut in the light
These introspective verse
Prose challenging the form
Breathing and bring itself for-itself to the for
Wings that sour these internal star-dust storms
Seething beneath the surface
The full stop mere hurdles
They curse their final chapter
Awaiting they take the most scenic of routes
A happy ending they find themselves descending-
To the final…

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quoi?!

quoi?! http://wp.me/s4lIMw-quoi

zounds! said he
j’accuse! said she
(butterfly said he
i rather lay said she)

j’accuse said he
zounds said she
(beautiful penis said he
handsome clitoris said she)

why said she
destiny said he
(why said he
destiny said she)

j’aime she said
j’accuse? he said
zounds? she said
)j’adore said he
j’taime said she(

i said he
me said she
(You? said he)
(You. said he)

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Unconditional Lust (At Least I Had Won)

Intrinsic value far more
Much more
For the monetary sacrifice from a friend
For the intrinsic sacrifice to reciprocate a monetary gesture
It shall never equate
To protect a friend from their sake or is it the sake of my own?
Shall a suicide’s sweet sleep be allowed-
And thus she shall shed not a tear for she shall mourn not a lost dear

In restraint of sinewy dense embrace
Warmth and comfort found…

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Unconditional Lust (At Least I Had Won)

Intrinsic value far more
Much more
For the monetary sacrifice from a friend
For the intrinsic sacrifice to reciprocate a monetary gesture
It shall never equate
To protect a friend from their sake or is it the sake of my own?
Shall a suicide’s sweet sleep be allowed-
And thus she shall shed not a tear for she shall mourn not a lost dear

In restraint of sinewy dense embrace
Warmth and comfort found…

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Matte Sunburst

Silk and satin
Matt velvet
Matt pink
Soft and subtle
Passing fingers through the timely sands

The white and black
The ink and the page
Blurring between the lines
Ever fading into grey

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Curvature of The Sky (IX. What Then?)

Curvature of the sky
A crystal glass blue hue
Stewing epidermis beneath the springy summer sun
The U-Hypothesis un-inverted stress reaping pure treasure and pleasure

What then at the age of forty and five
On my death these last minutes and last breaths
I’m living until the final minute’ s severing sec

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Upon Cotton,A Butterfly (Scarlet Strands & There Were Ducks)

Ah, life’s meaning and the self?
A single scarlet strand
From last night’s last night night-light’s twilight land
Multiple orgasmic souls with intercoursal discourses in orgiastic states of others and same selves
These existentialish equators of amber snows
Conserving conversations with divine spark’ speeches
To do is to be
To be is becoming
Thus to psychoactively express
Nihilio ex Nihilio
The…

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Comfortable Latex (VIII. What Then?)

Salvador Dali

Salvador Dali

That small leaking of night’s leached light
Seperated by this slice of glass
That spaced out curtain
Spaced out in the thoughts and in mind
What then of the time
Passing cascading
Mother Time’s passengers
Meeting strangers and making friends
In her womb like train

Sandapaper our fingertips
To remove the nicotine stains
Cleansing for the clarity of out lungs
Each acre of tobbachi or…

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