God Damn Ted

 

Diplomats of Moons

We are the diplomats of moons

Satellite monsoons

We turn along with suns aside the light and fall

Along with I, we're wrong

Trust me

Making crater...

                                after crater...

                                 let us save her, slip straight through

 

Trust me Trust me Trust me Trust me

 

....................................................................................................................I'm not sure I can

 

 

Friday

Bynoonyou'llhaveitoutforme   UntilIgiveuptomyenemy   Ioncehadaloverhere   Fromthestars   Shecametotakemywillfromme   Whatacrime!   Avictimofnogravity   Comeon   Ihaveanendingforeverystory   UntilFriday   Youwon'twanttomentionme   Bynoonyou'llgetitoutofme   UntilItakeitfromyourmemory   Ioncehadaloverhere   ShemadeArt   Sculptedmyinsanity   Forme  

    You'd better want to make me happy

    By Friday I will make you happy

    You'd better want to make me happy

                       You'd better want me

 

 

A-saint

A spectral disguise

                      

                 L        V

          O                         I

       V                                 N

          E                          G

                 R             Eyes I've known

   They won't throw me no bone

I won't let it go --- this vulgar youth I taste

   I'll shackle it up with your lace

           When one meal is left to spill I'm gutted and replaced by animals on parade

 

      They still don't want my skin

              Such perfect limbs

      They don't know where I've been 

                 A jackals den

They'll always call me saint

 

A clever design                         o

                   JO                       s         

These socket       IN   WE      o

           TS                          h        k

             up

 

           Great for hanging      your catch on

When the water's rising thickly deep  my soles                        

                                under

     It's an erosion that has taken its toll

 It's the currency of my words running in alternate places

              I'm a virus of reckless charades

 

          But I still don't know my sins or how they blend

           They bow down as my friends and take no hints

They'll always call me saint

 

 

Happy Bombings

  You were a long way from home

                     welcome me back from the war

The other side lost their s**t and then we finished them

                           welcome me back from the war

This malcontent spreads like democracy invents

                                 welcome me back to the war

            I missed my gun

            God, I missed my gun

Say, they all salute to animal idols before they welcome me back into their war.

 

The lady's on fire

On committing to her vows, she's become morose and rabid to her bones

When she dies crying                   she   sees     no       one         dries            her              eyes 

They bury me along with her and all of our friends, telling us the war went just fine

 

From the shallowest graves we witness the valley enveloped in flame

                   From the shallowest graves we witness the cities enveloped in flame

       From the shallowest graves we witness the people enveloped in flame

                                 From the shallowest graves we're wishing ourselves a beautiful day of

            Happy Bombings,

         @*%&^$!#()

 

 

Vague Rogue Waves

Vague rogue waves strike out these drowsy, closing eyes

So sleek and sharp, you take all of my legs

So wander onward forth to this safe refugee fatigue

Now calm your mind and breath in bounds and leaps

Beyond lies the key to Insanity's plea

Beyond me, I expected to see you bare

Clutching up a sickle for the harvest of our heads

Across our path points a cross ablaze

In your cruelty of knowing, it is exactly what you say

Beyond lies a way to Insanity's bay

Beyond me

We'll skip hand in hand through midnight life

We oblige

And we'll whisper ear to ear, "We're the only ones alive."

We'll erase our old faces under the covers of troubled todays so the vultures which crown us tomorrow won't    

          climb on our eyes for years to come

Here it comes

Our Insanity is near

 

 

Shut

Growls won't do

Doll, meet me upside the shore

The ground is on the move

We have to run

The objects are closer than they appear

Nothing but smoke in mirrors

They're only contagious when the virus is on our side but that's not expected tonight

If you growl at them the battering rams will turn you to pulp

It's better to keep your mouth shut

 

We've been running for days

The trees around us all look the same and I'm tired of running

We canvas with fatal precision for freedom so free it gnaws away at our bloody knuckles

                                Drip.

               .

                         .

      .

                                  .

        Drop.

Be formless

Un-still

Keep busy my lovely with bottles of will

             I'm of                             You

What business is it of theirs???????To take you away from me when I've just begun to get the best of you

 

They prowl for you

These tools are my only promise to trap these fools alone in this wreck

I won't let them be as long as they keep you set in their sights

You are too vulnerable to stay alive...in the sand

If I'm not back in a few.........................I'm dead

The ocean is your only open door...

               to sink

Don't swim

Your holiest wake will make them sorry

They should've kept their mouths the f**k shut.

 

 

An Audience

I handed fragile verbs to you like this

Our language is aloud when it's worth it

Which chandeliers above our crowning heads might topple down to the surface?

While we dance with the violet dawn and smile at the violence love

It won't be long until it's fun

All the insects cease in honor of our moon and when they left we both went mad

Mad with lust

Balance took us off our feet and even with the highest ground we could find

Scaling cliffs of mirrored bricks our finger tips

They slip and slip

Now we both grip who we see

Twins' Envy

 

We nailed our palms through the walls and slipped

 

We come down with a BANG

Never knew we could hit this hard

We had a good go

We start collecting everything we brought including dust

We say goodbye to the people who have our eyes

The people who share our eyes

 

 

For the Picture

You can smell it all can't you?

It's almost a taste

Each pedal, dew drops and dripping

Intoxicating isn't it?

So sweet the color of your entire world lets loose and bleeds out of focus

...I know it is a rose you hide behind your back

Waiting for me while I wait for you

Scentless...hardly

The aroma is fast in gathering between the peaks of our still frame memories

I, like you, can never put such a luscious image out of my mind

It will be there as I sleep tonight

Will you?

 

 

 

 

                              

 

 

Reviews

[Pen Draggin']

This chapter may be my favorite so far. It is so visually interesting. All of the writing seems a little more simplified compared to some pieces from previous chapters.
"They should've kept their mouths the f**k shut." is my most favorite line from them all. A great way to end anything.