The Last StandThe Last StandThe Last Stand
He lay there in silence, a breath held in time. His body was draped across the floor, A banner to all who couldn’t save him.
The villain sauntered closer, Spurs a-jingle on the marble floor; He meticulously sheathed his gun.
“Too late Cow-Boy-Kid,” He softly spoke. “You met your match.’
He passed beneath the archway, Through the threshold of the church door, Into the blazing sun.
Perfect SilenceLack of SoundPerfect Silence
I’ve found perfect silence, It doesn’t lie in the grave, It exists where joy is depraved. It belongs between a babes whimpering cries. It follows a mother melancholy sighs. I surrounds a fathers last dieing words; As towards him death swiftly swerves. It awaits us all in a single thought, But truly belongs elsewhere than we have sought. It welcomes me in caverns of bone, A quiet retreat I can’t call home.
Eight KissesEight KissesEight Kisses
One
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion. The rush
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
innocent, surging like a creek, touching,
stopped.
hope, resilientHope, Resilienthope, resilient
Door to door the Hot Air Balloon Salesman drags his bags through potential civilization as if on his way to Golgotha, with a five dollar bribe in a one handed prayer.
His suitcase, weighed down with the dreams of others is an anchor forged from necessity and without it he would have floated away long ago to be the only shadow in the valley on a journey into the Sun.
At the end of the day he'll curse his heavy burden with stale bread teeth and a wine of lesser truth knowing that Pont
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"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats." -H.L. Mencken
You know...like not having to go to school everyday xD
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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