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I lidbotLl l · 03-15-2005, 02:44 AM

Apocalyptic
Roots define the pulse
above sidewalk and street of happenings.
Out loud to head talk
My definition of standing stepping chanting meditation of value
Scribes chalk in the asphalt
Cooking by the order of the sun and rain
wash away,
dust dissolve
evaporate
of my open ended story.

Dope emotion rides
Short lived mixed melodies under an umbrella...
Making,
...buried in ice
Clinks a glass
hand held
Questions the cell life.
Spelling my name in numbers on a bar stool inside a folded napkin.

On Top, inside,
Dive inside,
Once out of my eyes my mind flipped
and I followed a splash past my body into the pool–
Scratching on the eight.
Learning to loose,
picked it up from the corner pocket,
called it My Apocalypse.

Holy save me,
Folded 52 for the half life once upon a time,
Beauty mystery rippling reflection idle mysery, continuing
in and out
in and beside,
ways
Feet on the edge,
Toes to water
The marching parade of it
Collecting knowledge of the closet 2 step rotating skeleton
in and out.
Bones bangin drums,
Loud chalk polaroids, purposes
Coma let it be multipurpose recycled vellum
to tasking around the vortex with Hunter S.
Slashing all dollars to 99.

Hurts my mind.
I'd rather flirt with life beside
Live and...
See life through these eyes to define through,
Defy,
Be my truth.
The open ended guy in the lines when I look that I find in this book
Of the now absolute
Absolute progression
The road rolling
Tires pulling
Molding,
Folding,
Wilting,
Absorbing,
Giving...
Now goes a little everything and a twist...

Grey, shine, dislike.
Noises of permanent passions.
No stops,
The lockness growing
Better causes of face first falls no handed bouncing back
Here I am.
Damaged goods,
Doing my best in this world founded on floatation.

Gravity grabs we web stress world wide,
Human instincts,
Domination,
Gods, spirits, scientific explanation...

I've got SOUUUUUUUL!

Virtual reality,
Can't say I want to get to the bottom, but
It happens.
Often I find things in boxes when I move
Sometimes frozen still.
A collector of sorts,
Messenger I guess
Unsure, I said,
What in the,
I said, where in the cartoon contract seed of hell planted in my skull shell endless ocean horizon crawl from cracked dirt repel love from the hurt to spell eye in a heart of a human carcass!
I'VE GOT SOUUUUUUUUL!
and I'm fu*ked up bad.
but no like that,
shy, most of the time wandering, wondering and don't say much.
The cord of such to touch, strum,
pluck, tap, thumb to flip the page.
Hold on all ways on the road rearview sideways,
Blind spots, and it don't stop.
So I go
Dot Dot Dot

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03-15-2005, 02:44 AM	#11
I lidbotLl l moving on Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: alone in a maze Posts: 243	Apocalyptic Roots define the pulse above sidewalk and street of happenings. Out loud to head talk My definition of standing stepping chanting meditation of value Scribes chalk in the asphalt Cooking by the order of the sun and rain wash away, dust dissolve evaporate of my open ended story. Dope emotion rides Short lived mixed melodies under an umbrella... Making, ...buried in ice Clinks a glass hand held Questions the cell life. Spelling my name in numbers on a bar stool inside a folded napkin. On Top, inside, Dive inside, Once out of my eyes my mind flipped and I followed a splash past my body into the pool– Scratching on the eight. Learning to loose, picked it up from the corner pocket, called it My Apocalypse. Holy save me, Folded 52 for the half life once upon a time, Beauty mystery rippling reflection idle mysery, continuing in and out in and beside, ways Feet on the edge, Toes to water The marching parade of it Collecting knowledge of the closet 2 step rotating skeleton in and out. Bones bangin drums, Loud chalk polaroids, purposes Coma let it be multipurpose recycled vellum to tasking around the vortex with Hunter S. Slashing all dollars to 99. Hurts my mind. I'd rather flirt with life beside Live and... See life through these eyes to define through, Defy, Be my truth. The open ended guy in the lines when I look that I find in this book Of the now absolute Absolute progression The road rolling Tires pulling Molding, Folding, Wilting, Absorbing, Giving... Now goes a little everything and a twist... Grey, shine, dislike. Noises of permanent passions. No stops, The lockness growing Better causes of face first falls no handed bouncing back Here I am. Damaged goods, Doing my best in this world founded on floatation. Gravity grabs we web stress world wide, Human instincts, Domination, Gods, spirits, scientific explanation... I've got SOUUUUUUUL! Virtual reality, Can't say I want to get to the bottom, but It happens. Often I find things in boxes when I move Sometimes frozen still. A collector of sorts, Messenger I guess Unsure, I said, What in the, I said, where in the cartoon contract seed of hell planted in my skull shell endless ocean horizon crawl from cracked dirt repel love from the hurt to spell eye in a heart of a human carcass! I'VE GOT SOUUUUUUUUL! and I'm fu*ked up bad. but no like that, shy, most of the time wandering, wondering and don't say much. The cord of such to touch, strum, pluck, tap, thumb to flip the page. Hold on all ways on the road rearview sideways, Blind spots, and it don't stop. So I go Dot Dot Dot