| well, i cant sleep so i wrote this. its wierd as hell.
CRAYOLA
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the yellow fortress
a green stripe bunker housing
the greatest colours ever trained
to keep the balance of the spectrum.
the enemy;
full of sin
command black and white lines
of books without colour, walls without decoration
design neither vibrant nor able to comprehend
beauty in technicolour-
they are evil.
we move,
Spill out of the yellow bunker
unify against the grey-white
blanket of chemically bleached page
after page
after page
the battle rages on
Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown-
Young Pvt. Yellow
became the first casualties, shortly followed
by both Periwinkle Blue and Violet.
morale fails
with the wraith of grey
apethetic nothing - something
breaking soldiers past the point of
sharpening.
just a nub-
waxy
shattered remanant.
push, broken warriors of brilliant spectrum
fall as we take the trenches, a mass of colour
draws our troops within the enemy's lines
and single units rush to meet the main body of the enemy-
surrounding,
assimilating,
the pale face of evil
is conquered.
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| (Cry)
wake up
into dreaming
screaming
as the
cut wishes for the sting.
wanting you to bring the
life back into my eyes
gold replacing grey
with bold blue skies.
king bereved
God to the Queen
silver scenes
sell
only copper plated
dreams
sated
abated
requiem sedated
with wine
without wonder
\
wonderous
lifetimes filmed in more than
just black and white and red,
interpret such lifelines
in which sense can be said
that when concioussness fails
and we fall into bed,
the next morning
just might leave us
dead.
(so that I may
feel) |
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| sailing
with the softness
and this sudden darkness, we sigh
and
lie and
live
and learn
the ways to light the world.
Daughter forgotten zion
betray
blessed prosecution whithin
brilliant executions, defying
conceptual contraception.
We sigh
against her ear
a
warmth bled to mind
a
sweet calming breath
blanket caress
summer breeze
rebuilding the temple just one
more time before the trumpet
sounds
ring halleiglughya
and we
sing for the essance of god
while still
waiting
all the time
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listen,
by moving her mouth
to pull all the miracles
from the flesh licking magicians
entertaining the scents of trailer park prisons.
bars created comely
curve to wind around the wrist
entwine freedom
with the summer solstice.
but light doesn’t
shine so long
so far
so blessed
as it shall;
be bonnie
bright and bubbly-
child,
cry litany
be
still brilliant
beautiful anomaly
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| ninety-seven steps
away from the underground
cavernous press
of senses found
in flesh
air
body
intimacy
-
habitation
one hundred and twenty seven hands
above the microphones
buried between belief,
=sandwitched=
right between
romance and oblivion
fifty-two square miles
of
buisness suit tango
sensual whiskey
ballet
throw us twenty dollars
hack a life
to birth
another
generation steeped in suburbia
dressed in purest eggshell
ready for fast food fine wine and dine
.
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