hoaxes and half-blooded harmonies

grey skies
capture
blue eyes
rapture

a sudden and irrevocable truth

as slave becomes
master
and a new wave breeds
beautiful disaster

pick pocketed passions
driven
decadent and
unforgiven

with parked cars
at unlit bars
we stumble and fumble
as strange lovers meet
for the first time
and the last
humbled
as we
fasten paper hearts
with bone and wild strands
of forgotten hair

pompous pimp daddy
as satan hides
within this decadent season
marked with magnificent maladies
and macabre fantasies of glorious treason

noise, noise
distracted by impotent toys
ohh how we play
like careless children
striving to be gods
in the garden of never-ending sorrows

and i am
no stranger to pain
wicked, then rested
as wine remembers
the quiet call
of cats dancing
down a dirty hall
and we are all
constructed
by regimented routines of waste
blissful and endlessly
instructed
by soft fools, then erased
passion debased
virtual superstars
showcased and displaced
in the wilderness of this
familiar cyberspace

here we sit
waiting for the collapse
waiting for the great return
as ancient tools
combine
stellar molecules
fit within broken rules

behind the scenes
nothing is
as it seems
i, he, we
devil
reborn as a
saint of circumstance
i’ll always be a cryptic
half a mystic
and
it’s always so difficult to write
with an animated kitten
crawling in your lap, and
some days i just need
a therapeutic lobotomy
because
my words are
reserved
and
obscured
unrefined
captured and capitulating
aligned
towards biased destinations
undefined
fused
with volatile combinations
abused
with skeletal inclinations
we seek
divine hallucinations
and
perpetual assassinations

my writing reveals nothing
these words are just theater
for the undiscovered masses,
hoaxes and half-blooded harmonies
written to dispel heartbreak
and attract hallowed angels

all i ever wanted
was to be something special

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