the needles seeking
DopeBeastie
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silent
finding ashen glass smashed, hashed to slats of wood once
inextric... it's lit and
bit too pink in tints, in kerosene
my pissing spit, a molatov
molatov, my cold dead love, molatov
the wood lit fire longing sang to me a song once
like the sand beneath a sleep it humming sang
like sirens sang it hiding in the gray
beneath my three cro-magnon plates
it sang it drove me mad
seeping slipped beneath it conscious breathing fucked and damned I had a good hang how to make it go, cold fast under the sand. I daily died beneath it's shifting hand not fourteen times before I cried. I breathed alive. My chest a free chaste-quickened hive.
the choking sand be fucked now
as i wipe my eyes to schlough the sight
the choking sand, the pissing spit
the needles and the new dead drone
molatov, my cold dead love
molatov for us, alone
(I hope I've not o'er stepped my bounds. I got shut down for using these words before, and I really really don't want to offend anyone. I needed a good cryptic and was pressed against a cliche'd wall toward embarrassment. I used to be able to write here, so I gave it a go. Thanks for putting up with it. Just purging. Peace y'all.)
finding ashen glass smashed, hashed to slats of wood once
inextric... it's lit and
bit too pink in tints, in kerosene
my pissing spit, a molatov
molatov, my cold dead love, molatov
the wood lit fire longing sang to me a song once
like the sand beneath a sleep it humming sang
like sirens sang it hiding in the gray
beneath my three cro-magnon plates
it sang it drove me mad
seeping slipped beneath it conscious breathing fucked and damned I had a good hang how to make it go, cold fast under the sand. I daily died beneath it's shifting hand not fourteen times before I cried. I breathed alive. My chest a free chaste-quickened hive.
the choking sand be fucked now
as i wipe my eyes to schlough the sight
the choking sand, the pissing spit
the needles and the new dead drone
molatov, my cold dead love
molatov for us, alone
(I hope I've not o'er stepped my bounds. I got shut down for using these words before, and I really really don't want to offend anyone. I needed a good cryptic and was pressed against a cliche'd wall toward embarrassment. I used to be able to write here, so I gave it a go. Thanks for putting up with it. Just purging. Peace y'all.)
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i've missed ye dear
and hope you'll decide to
once again take up residence
in the place where you are loved so well.
it sang it drove me mad
jeez.. rachel.. i have only two plates.. after all, i love kansas
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
This reads like a spoken word piece. I feel the piece in the rhythm more than I understand what is written. I don't think that's a bad thing.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
the metaphor is pretty much "rvm" in content, you know?
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and i must tell you
the volta kicked my ass
the volta made me write that, actually
you wanna talk about cryptic?
"lemme show you what I mean"
alright, come on now
thanks So Much for that, Seven... the bass on that first track... <drools on self>... holy mary, mother of pearl, that's good.
see that first line? the needles seeking? llllllike, a record needle?
l' via
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no WAY, yo!
that shit'll kill a man