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Lurking through the shadows of abandoned buildings
Decrepit destitution
Dissolving sanity
Delusional in dissentiency from the world

Spark a fire amongst the graves

Life-giving warmth
Life-amplifying death
Mortalitys entrusted superior

To the world Id say:
Go spend your days like dollars
Wrap them around your material upgrades
Your designer jeans and your Rolex timepiece
And your corporate cock-sucking commodities

Ill claw naked and bleeding
At these cold concrete
Pit walls

Ill carve out stone staircases with my teeth

Ill evacuate this world
Like a nuclear fallout zone
Dragging my ass through the atomic explosions

Societry pushings proddings pressurings
Mindless multitudes and their media-induced misconceptions

We are the dangerous ones

We live and die against the grain
Where skyscrapers do not symbolize
The core of our being

Ill dig my grave in the sky

Beyond the horizons of tomorrows foresight
And yesterdays seething regrets
Forget it

Folding realities into tiny ships
Drifting directionless down the Tigris and Euphrates
Hung up on rocks and logs
Exploring the lands buried in between

Leave it all behind




On the wings of solar winds
Ill rest my head
On the setting suns of Eden
Ill make my bed

Dreamscapes forming immeasurable
Intensities of a thousand universes

Mars is dead and lost and
We are all electromagnetically immersed

Hit me with some Tesla
In this psychokinetic graveyard

Neurological tumblings and
The drunken trapeze acts
Of the down-gradient art mind






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The following comments are for ""Bury Myself""
by ghostpoisonsturgeon

ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha ha (maniacally)
no i've never seen the prestige, nor did i know david bowie did any acting... maybe i've been under a rock? This was one of those poems which came as a result of putting on some music and writing whatever came to mind at the time. There you have it, the firstfruits of insanity. I'd like to thank The Mars Volta and Jim Kieth, the author of a book on government mind control testing that i just finished, as well as my own insanity and boredom with writing anything normal (that is; anything containing any meaning whatsoever).

If it reminded you of shannon's stuff, then I'll take that as a compliment, although i couldn't say anything i write is even close to being at that level.

thanks for the input, des.

( Posted by: ghostpoisonsturgeon [Member] On: February 11, 2008 )

HIT ME WITH SOME TESLA
its nice when someone can rip the words right
out of your subconcious and u sir have doen that here...sounds like my skin aching walks through
my new york city sometimes...ohhhhh the aching
of skin... TRIUMPH THROUGH FAILURE....thanks...

( Posted by: kilgoretrout [Member] On: February 11, 2008 )

"Ill dig my grave in the sky"
would have been worth it for that line alone, but there are others. it ain't very often I read something that surprises me, but this did. it ain't often I read something that resounds with both inventiveness and raw meantness, but this did. it ain't often poetry succeeds as seething polemic, but this did again and again.

this has got all the qualities of richness of writing that I admire and strive for, but so very rarely achieve. thanks for raising the bar, ghost.


( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: February 13, 2008 )





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