guitar (electric) recording

1:37pm 4/11

I let the marks of unattended
      distances invigorate.
they await silently
      disintegrating on my (face) suret

There is blood on my hands
I let it drip
   as I slowly wipe it off on my staggering lips.

Yet there are marks of their
    ambiguous existences,
             distances are unmarked--
you see the sign- but you
                     don't know where it's
                                leading.

I don't ask why-
   [why]  I have to live-
              - live it through...
                              not anymore.

a wanna b a rbllgrrl

'i'd like to have a laser penis'

said she.

'so everytime i got a hard-on i could go "cheuuww cheuuuw".'

misbeat--**

waves of white
black and blue
swirl over legs entwined
locked in two
encircling existence
my darkened heart surrounds your soul
we become
a beating pulse
a beat
an archaic melody of histories
unrealized yet for memories
a love birthed from belief
in a logic
all our own
a red
pink
soft wet inside
a hard
long
pulsing
line

inside.

--
shadows on my hands
tracing the silhouettes

go on - waking up to
seduced mornings
drenched in with misbeat
rhythms.

configure your reflections
on my shiny black

their resonance vibrate
in inexplicable tendencies

blackened spaces in utterable rhythms
my heart beats contoured
within their dark lines

rescue awaits
with unexpected low glitches

turn it up- turn it high-
turn it LOUD- the mist is hidden in the negative.

grain of film
like grain of salt
flickers in shiny dusts of light

sparkle over my eyes
falls of the peaks
of vibrational disturbances.

**written with artsnotdeadyet

--dialogues in public art--

she shouted:

"you are looking for a muse! I am not one."

her face lightened up --maybe?

"i am just a fairy."

as she spoke her last words.

a clutter of sparkle dust drew circles of powder in the air as they were tumbling down to the ground.

tbd:to be denounced--

whispers
denounced
drenched in blue tips dipped in noir desir
their resonance so clear
transparent
texture doku

uncalled reality
fake reality
forgetfulness
dreamstate
hazy state
dreamscape
unattachment?

hope
intuitive
sharp
the truth
tension
its the dream-
a perpetual alienated stroll
the mist of my uncalled reality
captivate.
hope
for my being
me
tobe?
horror
cry.
the tears bleed through my lips
unfaithfullness in my dreamscape
weighs down heavy.
taste of the salty water filled up every hole- pore
NO ExIT - we r stuck -

the tasty- delicious darkness-
ileft a curious child behind
with the the tasty- delicious darkness-

its a myth.

-the truth speak - thereof//

the dephts of unforgiven reality
disables my trust in you to believe
that the world you speak of
does exist

leave me in my scattered resistance
i built upon the darkness of unspoken cruelties
the demon in, at and within my veins
stuck to my bones
slimy
and mucus like but clear
-posseses me at times

i dont fight back
i am conqured
and left with unforgiven realities.