Sini vs. Revolution

[Lindel]

Panacea



1. Emily


one night I wander waywardly. Aimlessly along the rayless streets
past granite shanties, befogged by rain and sleet, not one warm nook to lay and sleep
then I find you. A curly little caterpillar, who'd crawled beneath the trestle
sleepy, nestled in the dying Whitlow and Shepherd's-Purse that streaks the pebbles
pipe still hot and redolent - your ring-less fingers scorched a coffee-hue
hair as black as fossil-fuel, a dog-eared shower curtain shrugged on top of you
the sign above the bar blinks apple-neon, one broke bulb is a crypt for the flies
you've pissed on your thighs, head cranked back and tilted, like you're kissing the sky
you're beautiful. Below the methane emissions that hang like a rainbow
i lay my head on this magnanimous angel, fall fast asleep in her halogen halo
she wakes. Her crystal eyes, they fall on me like breaking waves on sand
and when i kneel to present the rock, she doesn't hesitate to take my hand

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2. Tomorrow

dear Emily,

you left, i descended. Every time i close my eyes, i see the eels
bloated, black aliens ... wheezing with disease, more than even the streets can yield
their sweltry hide's like boiled kale, moist and pale - they're eating me
nowadays you're keeping clean, but I had no such grace bequeathed to me
i shan't lie. The sidewalk would be softer, if i had your hand to hold
had you not gone back to home, this concrete - would not be, quite so damp and cold
don't you remember? How we set into motion no fettering notion of honour or pride?
slinging rock on the side? - we were Ben Sanderson and Sera, we were Bonnie and Clyde
regardless, i still chalk my poems on the boulevard ... maybe you read them
it's like you always said, they make that little square of pavement an Eden
don't worry, i won't post this letter, it would only be fueling my sorrow
please love me. please love me.

yours truly,

Tomorrow

~

3. Panacea

now you'll see me. You fucking robot, your garden is so sickly green
home so crisp and clean, ph-neutral soap, pro-plus, propane pumps and Listerine
crow bar up beneath the lintel - easy, simple, tears and splinters blend with the rain
it bends with the strain, the oak cracks, I hesitate - then remember the pain
the guardian comes - a shabby old Terrier, hardly a vessel of speed and strength
she's in less than decent health. But our eyes align and for a moment, i see myself
an LP hiccups under a needle, from buzzard to beetle, creatures preserved for exhibition
it's thin and brief; some inner peace - but there's no extradition from this mental prison
i creep up the stairs, my whitened knuckles lightly brushing the balustrade
i am afraid. But Emily, you said to me - you promised you'd never take your hand away
wherever you go the pain will follow
i'm just a bad dream, of course. But at least you've faced Tomorrow.

Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N.

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Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though
I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note
Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks
An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks
I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup
Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut
There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat
Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod
He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"?
This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious
I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter
"Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?"
Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment
Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions
But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish
"Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus
"Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave"
"Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name"
I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn
Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn
"Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative
"You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis
"Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?"
Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen
But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat
"It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note
I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly
Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly
The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous
I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula
It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass
I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?"
My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel
I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled
"Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow"
"In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now
I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished
Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit
Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless
Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus
I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful
Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal
But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last
After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash
I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on"
Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on"

The Train Station.

midnight iron, snaking out like specters fingers, then melting in the mist
i would like to think their odyssey is over, and that they welcome the abyss
as tender as a kiss, these shingles and their watermarks - they speak to me
almost secretly ... a hundred years gone, a hundred years of grief to be
and what unsung tales have these puffs of brisk-departing smoke imbibed?
what many stories could be told and why - do open eyes behold them - blind?
those ochre tiles, tanned to character-perfection, by nervous cigarettes
scratches, dirt and hints of sweat; the signatures of phantoms, in swirls and pirouettes.
a beggars nose gulps coffee steam - snobbily, from her sumptuous throne of trash
no gumption's prone to last, but no one thought to tell Her Majesty; she couldn't stoke the ash
i guess it's a macabre song, this with such a gulfing jaw, that challenges one
to turn one's back on the Sun ... then chase the wheels of a pram as it tractors along
or amass with the throng - no better coat than the Rorschach smudge of busy strangers
no distance greater; backwards, forward, backwards, forward; forward with the width of vapor
i watch the tired carriages, shrugging along their shouldered clouds of people
eighty tons of frozen faces, homeless-nameless ... and I can't see one ounce of evil
i think, maybe, they're just like me ... you know? - trying to unravel truth
about life, about death - but ... what the Hell do I know ...? I'm merely passing through

[Lindel]

Frotteurism:

The act of rubbing one’s genitalia against another’s person, usually that of a stranger. Must be non-consensual and is considered a psychiatric condition as well as a criminal offense in most places


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Frank the Frotteurist Meets Alan the Rapist: A Tale of Wronging Molly


Hello.

The Name's Frank. My Mom calls me Frankie - and frankly, I Hate That
I live in her Cellar, drink Stella and Take Crack
I Aint Bad, but if my eggs are cold, that Lame Hag get's a Straight Slap

Today's my Birthday, I'm Forty Four.
I've Scored a Ball, but unfortunately, I can't Afford a Whore
Even though in This Old Town, Pimps Go Round from Door to Door

Plus, I seem to have an Odd Problem with This
See, a Business Transaction, requires Sitting and Chatting
And if I've made her acquaintance, my Cock Doesn't get Stiff

Not that I haven't tried. But it was destined to End in a Mess
Long story short, she became Vexed and Distressed
I needed 9 gallons of acid to Dispense with her Flesh

Anyway, let me tell you about the Day I've Had
It began as usual. Overcooked eggs, wank, an Eighth of Crack
Took a Pee, put on my Dungarees, and made my way to Laser-Tag

As you probably suspect, I aint Going for the Fun of It
But in the Guise of a Partner, I can Find what I'm After
I Look to Pick the Dumbest Kid, n get Close Enough to Rub my Dick

But I never Made It. Got half way and Collapsed on the Pavement.
Too much of the Ole' Crack. Woke up in a Pool of my Own Crap
And there, Slapping my Face Is, none other than Alan the Rapist ...


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Hello.

I'm Alan. I like Art, Fables and Clark Gable
And James Cagney, Rape, Brandy
Rape, Candy, Cakes, Rape .... Cigars, Anal Rape, Wacky?

Yeah, a Bit Mad. Today I Shrink-Wrapped my Dick And - Spanked the Ole' Nuts
I straight-up Murdered my Rabbit, with bunson-Burners and Hammers
And to commemorate Thumper-the-Third - I Drank my Own Blood

Today's my anniversary, we would have been married Seventeen Years
Had I not Raped her so Badly Though, she may not have Taken those Trazadones
Let's just say the whole thing Ended in Tears

As always, I went to pay my Respects at her Grave
But, alas, when I Got to the Cemet'ry a Copper was Next to Me
Asking ... "why are you in a graveyard with a Wrench and a Spade?"

Well, what could I say? I didn't, I Ran for The Hills
('The Hills', by the way, is a Local Drinkery where Hoes n Strippers Be)
I ordered Verdaccio, chilled, and took a Handful of Pills

Panic, palpitations, please God, not Another Attack
In Total Fear, I waited for the Coast to Clear
Then I gathered my Rubbers and Cash and I Snuck out the Back

What now? Horny and nowhere to go, in my Pants, an Obelisk
I was Desperate for some Fanny, so I Headed for the Alley
But I slipped in a Pool of Crap - Whose was That? - It was Frank the Frotteurists ...


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"Frank? Frankie?" C'mon me ole 'mucka, Smell the Damn Coffee!"
Franks Eyes were Bemused - Wild and Confused
"Ugh, don't call me 'Frankie' ... and Get ya Hands Off Me!"

"Sorry - too much crack huh? - Keep doin' that ya Heart'll Cave In"
"Fuck me, look at all this Smelly Poop ... Where you Headed To?"
"Was gonna dig up the wife - y'know ... do a bit of Carcass Rapin'"

"No Luck?"
"No Luck"

And so it began. The partnership of Frank and Alan the Rapist
A truly Terrible Pair, yeah, you Better be Scared
Fascist n Racist the Bastards are Shameless, gathered to capture and Massacre Neighbors!


~


Hello.

My name's ... Ummm, Molly - Good Golly, I'm almost Eighty-Five!
I've had the Greatest Life, but ... today's the Day I Died -
Or, perhaps, I should Say That I - was Raped and Knifed

I was settling in for some Tea and Supper
It won't Harm you to Know, that I'm Partial to Scones
With a generous helping of Cheese or Butter

They help my digestion, when I have to Pop a Pill
Which I Usually Do ... When I'm Perusing the Tube
I get so excited, What a Thrill! - God damn that hunky Doctor Phil!

So there I am, feet on the pouffet, Bursting Blisters
But it's very quiet, I'm Wondering If - Something's Amiss
And then it occurs to me ... Where on Earth is Whiskers???

"Here Kitty. Here Kitty" I Say - a Little Afraid
Try n tempt her with a Can of Salmon, no? How about a Slab of Gammon? No.
I Listlessly Wait, half of the night I Fritter Away

Then, an odd scratching sound, yes I Heard it I Think
I listen Up for the Scratches - Oh, they seem to Come from the Patio
"Awww, is my little Kitty-Catty Cold ...? "

... and then I see Whiskers' head - Perched on a Stick

White-pain shoots down my arm, then pulsates from my Neck to my Shins
I Can't breathe ... I feel my Heart Seize
Have I gone to Hell for my Sins? No, now I see them, those Malevolent Twins ...


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"Hello"

"We're terribly sorry if we Gave you a Fright"
"I'm Frank"
"And I'm Alan ... We'll be your Rapists Tonight"

As Whiskers watched, Molly tried to Kick n Scream
Alan Whistled Away as he Pissed in her Face
Frankie ran his Stiffened Meat, all along her Blistered Feet

A climactic Crescendo - Then Flowed; a handsome Torrent of Juice
Frankies ballsack looked liked a Tropical Fruit
Out comes the knife - "and when you're buried ... me and Alan are Robbing your Tomb"


~


I'd like to end this story with a Real Nice Twist
But you Need to Know That - they're out there, with Lethal Gonads ...

... Sleep Tight Kids!!!

[Lindel]

The black and red devil -

A black devil harbors in the darkness of night. His black tail whisping away in the wind; gusts stroking his body in lax and superstition. The night inhabits bits and pieces of lost darkness, betrayal, and defeat. A mushroom, in dark green grass glows for the black devil, and his immediate prey; a family of lost travelers; beckoned by their special son in the white glistening' Moonlight. The black devil has immediate credentials to kill the family, in the name of The Lord God, and savior Jesus Christ; for the crosses of crucifixions must forever be sacred; and God's word must upheed diligence and absolution. The gusts of dark wind blow through the strokes of hair of the lost family, as they are sinners in no absolution of God's word. This lost dark family follows God's word in it's over-view; in which they hold it's word true for their care; but they do no uphold it as love and absolute. They taint the name of God, and laugh at the crucifixions; therefore they will be punished by the devil; who was sent from the dark gallows of Hell. The family, however; have a special son; who they uphold to be a Saint or prosperous being. He is beautiful and delightful; prospering with splendor, joy and warmth. This son could be a visionary; as his eyes are never lost in tales, but follow the path of peace, and prosperity. However, he is deep to uphold his family as true and care, loving them unconditionally. Alas, it is not enough for the black devil to spare his family for their lack in the christian faith. But the black devil see's something inside of the special son. That is faith that his family doesn't hold. He see's care, and splendor in the boy; and see's him in the dark valves of God's judgement and kingdom. The black devil, makes immediate lunges to attack and kill this family, as they are lacking in faith in conviction for Christianity. And they will surely suffer in the flames and gallows of Hell. The black devil moves at the speed of sound, killing the father with a blade knife, the mother next, than the following. The family is killed in less than 2 minutes; as the black devil is so proficient in killing; he is a master of swordsmanship. The black devil sends them to a layer of hell, where they will face punishment from his master Lucifer the Devil; for many years. The black devil turns towards his left side to see the special son, with care and splendor left only alive. The black devil see's the boy as darkness's inhabitance, having witnessed the killing of his family. The boy knew that this was a black devil, but did not say a word; wanting to make the black devil leave. The black devil noticed, his strategy and was intrigued. He saw great goodness in the boy, and wanted to live him in a way. The black devil decided to name the boy 'Andrew' and marked him as a manifestation of a red devil. The black devil teleported back to Hell, and the red devil cried diligently in the Moonlight.
Conjuring black serpents from a ribbon band, smitzerene land
comatose rants, polarize grandeur on a balancing beam, sanskrit serene
ribbon of peace, polish snakes on serpent glass, worthless wrath
serpent laugh, firm with wrath; conjure black serpents from a glass box
glass boxes and serpents of grace, erase from the face of the earth
savior of birth, visionary Muhammad saw in a vision, I am a dream
balancing beams, capture the gleam, ponder dreamscapes on blankets and pillows
weep with a willow, conjure black magic with white magicians, sinister magician
wizard of demonic tongue, serpent Sanskrit, conjure white magic; sought black myths
conjure pathos and ethos, in whirlwinds; monoliths sat atop of monuments and pedestals
paradise see's heaven's gates, hell's keeper; kills Saint Peter the Gate keeper
The grim reaper weeps with father time, omnificent Elohim's and Angels provide conjuring shelter
black myth of serpentine Eazen, worthless dreams, seldom scenes of ghosts and pentagrams
relish hands, relish lands, ponder dreams with nightmares, sun's flare blinds the moon
serpentine of pristine and serene, embellish beings, I'm a visionary, dreamscapes conjure black magic
open Pandora's box, my serpents tail has risen, conjure white magic with wands and wings
for I am a serpent with wings, evil and sinister, the sought of scorn
I am a Spanish visionary, with the plots of schemes, as a fox and lore..

Monoliths and pedastals, wings flap high, nigh over suns and earth
run the girth, children frolic in green meadows for the fun of earth
the fun of worth, serpentine's and foxes, are in peace and harmony
for as we prosper as disciples, splendor flourishes, and we see the czar's and kings
monarchy and anarchy abide by special reason, i am the winter season
a prince of darkness in communion, a fellowship of darkness and light
heart of the night, flourish with white and splendor, joy and happiness
for when stars born and plummet into the sun, we find lavishness
hierarchy's of king's and queen's, never held jester's or princes of darkness
for I am a jester him speak, a prince of darkness, with a dark catharsis
heart the heartless, read bottomless pits of syntax and stories in hell's fire
for i am a prince of priests, a sinister liege, a bell's choir
legions of angels and demons, prosper with devil's and gin's
gemini's revel in sin, I am a devil with a essence to live
i prosper in peace with splendor and prosperity, sought clarity
god opened his mouth, spoke as a snake; and brought beasts
i have song speech, paradise was never lost, Heaven is serene and beautiful
as we die in graces hand, saint peter see's the funeral
i am a fox drinking and licking his mother's white milk, fine silk
for as i see heaven and the promised land, i carry a rhyme's hilt
i am a beautiful flower, our presence is present, we sought what's soon...
i am a lavished nimrod, icarus sought the sun, andrew flores sought the moon..

[Lindel]

intricate webbing, vivid in setting; nexus fly trap; right slap
noxious toxic incisions in intervals and minimalists; enlists passion in zaps
position to cobra snape; pharaoh's cap; gauze of w(r)ap
long for dragons with scimitars; dropped the sword for a onyx slap

vision of centaurs and minotaurs with scimitars and pitchforks
rhythmic scimitar devils with wings and swords; fill accords with war
sinful plagues plague towns and cities of slum and tundra' with fire and ice
silver dollars are spent on a dime, sexy foxes and seers suck on a Lemarchand

Lemarchand swordsman, embellish underworld ties with Dracula and Gargoyles
war is justice in times of depth/death, I am a jester him speak that charms loyals
calling all loyalists to the throne, behead the king in front of them; now they're mine
I am the balancing scale of a snake's design, my smooth talk could never forsake the mime

Setting sail on spines of snakes, never forsake the design of the purpose; or serpent
surface the worthless, Eden harvested a Garden of pristine and serene fruit snd animals
onyx and alabaster stone, vast unknown, serpentines and foxes duel in cleverness vs. wit'
for I am a fox gin, Socrates or Aristotle couldn't fathom, seeing the snake Muhammad and severing his spit!

[Lindel]

I'm the invisible serpent that killed eight zillion Jedi; I'm a demon who gave a chameleon red eyes
The civilian from the serpent skies; purpose wise; I'm the serpent who killed the germ of time
I'm the sperm of life; I killed eight zillion mental *JACKHAMMERS* with *SLEDGEHAMMERS*
I'm the bed damager killed eight zillion Aliens in the harbinger of death; the karma of a thief
I'm the karma of a thief; I'm the black karma of a thief; the everlasting alabaster stone
I'm the everlasting alabaster stone; I stone *CHROME* from abrasion's and math equations
I'm the math equation; math abrasion'; I'm the statement of hatred statement
I'm the cajun blazing serpent from the purpose of worthless German serpent
I'm the conniving bullet; the conniving conceiving *JACKHAMMER* the *SLEDGEHAMMER*
I'm the *JACKHAMMER* that killed eight zillion Megatron and Optimus Prime
I'm the German of wine; the German of spine; I killed eight zillion serpents and alien's
I'm the purpose assailant from the worthless of patient serpents from hull of ships
I'm the serpent from hell; I'm the German from the spaceship of hell
I killed eight zillion serpents from hell with a *SCIMITAR* and *BLADE*
I'm the harbinger of death; the karma thief from the *WALTZ* of shiek
I'm the talking regime from the hawk of *SHIEK* the omniscient *GOD OF SHIEK*

[Lindel]

...Moment of time; ocean divine; fountain drinks with oceans' of wine
Lotion or die; you could 'shoulder shrug' and still need a shoulder to cry..
You're not king of the site; I'm the bing to your plight; the sea of the eye
Seaing the light; even if you were 'Light' you wouldn't be gleam of the light
You're Blue Bayou? I'm the shapeshifter with cloths the size of dandelions
Candy mountain with brandished fountains; you're a 'cunt' like valley shouting..
I'm the nocturnal demon with abrasive statements; oceans' of statements
Devotion to laymen; do the math; 'math magician'; this is a potion equation..
I'm the demon from the states; I'm awake from the abrasive chain
I sea the lake; I'm the eel in the sea of snakes; you feel awake?
I'm the cheetah with lepoard seals; I eat pepper meals and dissected eels
Rectum peel; you couldn't have a thanks-giving(thanks given) with bread and zeal
I'm the demon from hell; conquer statements from heaven's pasture
I sea the rapture; I'm the rapture in a east disaster
I'm the climate change; primal rage; scuba dive from the oceans' waves
I'm the devotion chain; I'm the psychic analyst how I make my potion reign/rain
I'm the rap minotaur; sea shine with sea shine; I'm the season of change
I'm the freezin' rain; you couldn't make a 'sword fold' with leaves of grain

[Lindel]

I'm a Saint, ready my poetry; God knows I'm learning too well
Angels in Heaven adore me; while if a Angel is 'Singing The Blues' it's because he's depressed you're not burning in hell
I'm shooting the tech; one shot and your words are history
I'm putting 'Blues Clues on a Pole' like Steve solving a murder mystery
I'm royalty; you're a peasant putting a blade to your wrist
I'll grab the blade, and have 'Blue Dying of Heir' like a Joker who'll prostrate to a prince
God loves me; I make splashes in waters with waves of commotion
I'm a Saint; 'Sin is Taking Blues Soul' like God Raging in Oceans
No-one thinks your dope; I got blades for this guys neck
If birds are thinking 'Blues Fly' than I'm Painting the Sky Red
I have sex with demi-gods; Aphrodite be getting my erection in nook deep
I had sex with Asherah; and I'll 'kill you with that pole' and you'll still never be getting that pussy..

[Lindel]

I got a beast smith n' wesson' - the teacher's pet known to teach you a lesson
I'm evil in sessions; 'blue will cop out' like police with depression
I have a uzi and techs' bitch; I have the answer - you're losing the question
Floozy' and reckless; If 'blue's block on top' we're talking losing in Tetris
I have a book of psalms; donkey kicks make your face hotter than the sun
I'll diminish your plot; and I know why you 'horse around with woman a lot' - because all your bitches look like one
My rhyme exceed's this kid; speed of light rhymes of appeasing glitz'
When I rhymed; you got ghost; and I'll 'bury you in a plot hole' so your life is meaningless
This dude's awful; if you're 'feeling blue' you're gloom got ghost
I'll leave you a doomed fossil; when I put 'blue in a box' like blue waffle
I'll turn your crew to mince meat; I'll 'steal the show' like split thief
How can you lick these? The tech'll put 'holes in blue' like old swiss cheese
I'm goku's father; bardock with a flow fuse to hold the bombs
I have matics that are sharp; and I'll 'stab you with a shot' like serial killers in photobombs
This rook is wack; this is song; my rhymes will hook this fag
My rhymes are dapper; and you're such a 'wack white rapper' - eminem is looking black
you're weak; it's evident; you were born elite? I'm seeking jargon'
Please, you were' 'born special' - you were born freaking' mentally retarded...

TIME!!

Now here I go; banana knife severing his chin; the embellishment of sin
You lost at 18...maybe that's the age you're wack white ass found out you'll never be EMINEM!

[Lindel]

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My final chapter’s uncompleted but I’m asking you to read it
Neither pastor nor the deacon could succeed to pacify my demons
Nay, I can’t provide the reasons for my sullen, morbid state
It’s like my mind’s horrid estate was tended to by Norman Bates
The chorus sang, I kneeled and prayed, but failed to seize the day
Painted brightly but inside I’m hardboiled like an Easter egg
Got a chip on the shoulder that’s a little bit more of the cry-on-me sort
Cuz life’s put me in more pressing situations than an ironing board
I’m not striving towards enlivening rewards on my broken path
Hopelessly overmatched by the open gashes from my stolen past
My emotions’ total lack of full compassion holds me back
It’s got me frozen in a child’s pose without the yoga mat
My woeful tact in social acts grows, in fact, I’m acting crazy
Been hampered lately by excuses thinner than packaged gravy
My hapless frailty has a way of aggravating my poor judgment
I’m like a snail, when outside my shell, I just feel more sluggish
My shortcomings get more crushing and soul sucking every day
Wish this fettered state was swept away by the heavy weight of a trebuchet
Suppress the rage and stress impatiently, wishing all this was done
But I’m too proud to take the pills, too scared to swallow the gun
Plus it’s a godless affront to the omniscient one who gave us breath
So I’ll wait, bereft, until fate collects its gainly bet on my tainted flesh
With waning strength, and unease I fight the struggle to sleep at night
As I sway through these days between the branches on the tree of life

[Lindel]

you see
i would have killed hercules. dragged megara to hell
we hugged our hematoma til it started to swell
left blood on every rug in the apartment as well
never felt so certain i had faulted myself
carpet odors - maury povich - garbage and mail
plugged a TV up to let our cartilage melt
plaster wall and hasselhoff - commercials, applause
never felt so certain i've been wording it wrong
vultures in my horticulture murdering palms
servants to an orchestra we heard in our thoughts
bourbon glaze my amaretto, sample the blanc
flashbulb sizzle smile until the cameras are off
worship Lightbox. sacrifice however we want
it's all the same when Channel 7 is on. ready or not
travelogue traverse the Serengeti at dawn
megachurch remind us we are children of God
fat gorilla, chamomile and cinnamon tea
advil for the morningtime and whiskey to sleep
skin and bones pajama clothes so skeleton chic
heroin cheeks. bloated yuppies on a restroom retreat
polar fluctuations plus a social facade
never felt so certain i was close to a bottom

[Lindel]

(2004)

Answer:
13 Lines, Its OVA

X? rejected ... thats what's best bitch ... give up now, cuz i got this -battle on SHER LOCK, HOLMES- like a fuckin |WARFIELD DETECTIVE|..!! (KO - Wha!? ALREADY!?)

rape him n, now ... he's ravin with doubt ... cuz i got this -PUSSY RUNNIN-BACK HOME- like |STEPHEN DAVIS'S HOUSE|..!! (damn...running back for panthers - feline, hence pussy)
stop, you're a waste, kid ... choppin ya face, quik ... and have X fuckin -scared to check in- like |NERVOUS HOSPITAL PATIENTS|..!!
Answer - known to clap gats ... and smack fags ... cuz X couldnt -make a stand- with |2 KINGS IN BLACKJACK|...!!
you bet this ho's dyin ... cuz i leave ya testicles tightened ... *reach for the stars kid* cuz X couldnt -TOUCH THE BELT- if he |SLEPT WITH ORION|..!!
DI? well, they're slammed ... you think you'll see the belt in your hand!? ... this match is simply -account (a count) down to ya death- like |HEALTHCARE PLANS|..!! (Ouch...)
this kid bestin me? ... pftt, I wreck this G ... *Hell*, im'a -dance with the devil- just to prove |DAMIAN cant STEP TO ME|..!! (DAYUM ... his name is damian)
I'm fast to neglect ... the wack n the pests ... cuz I'm known to -CROSS X'S LINES- a fuckin |GRAPH INTERCEPT|..!!
leave you weary, bleedin, WHAT!? ... X dont fear me? please, ya guts ... got nothin to do with it -- cuz like -MALE STREAKERS- the whole *site* can |CLEARLY SEE YOU'RE (your) NUTS|..!!
i smash gay kids ... fck it this fag's wasted ... lets be real yo -- last time X -MASTERED A FORUM(form)- was his fuckin |LAST GRADE SKIP|..!! (damn...in the carribeans they go by forms instead of grades)

Next -- dude, you're So ... Dead -- loser's old ... Sheeit -- last time there was a -COMMOTION ABOUT X- was at the |TENTH SUPERBOWL|..!! (the super bowl uses roman numerals - X being 10)

XV:
Got ya *Showin Team Spirit* as the *Shots Kill ya Rosters*!..
Holla Fame?..there's *No Sign of Answer* like *Got Milk? Posters*!!
My Gage Trails ya!..so i Got Yu *Facing Death* but ya *Image is Pailer*!..
Cuz like *Retarded London Security Guards*..i leave ya *Holding an Image of Failure*!!
Yu *Mutillate ya Skills* when yu Upload the *Insults to ya Drops*!..
Givin *High Fives to Karate Students*..Only time You'll ever *Kata Pulse to the Top*!!
Yur *Elevation Leads to Death* cuz I'm *Killin the Ranks*!..
i would tell *Answer* to *Stick to his Guns*!..but he needs to *Fill in the Blanks*!!
Like a *Confused Bass Tourney*..ya takin *Hooks from Opponents*!..
I'll *Hold an Empty Pesticide Can over Ants(ans)* and leave him *Shook for the Moment*!!
Yu *Apologised for ya Weak Punches*..So all of ya *Fights i Forgive*!..
Cuz like the *Ashes of an Abortion Child* Yu haven't *Urn the Right to Live*!!
Make the site *Picture Yu Dead* as I Put the *Gage to ya Art*!..
the Clips got yu *Holding Yur Emotions*..like *Contestants on Change of Heart*!!

[Lindel]

DEAD MAN - OXYGEN BLUES
inhale


try to repent or die where you rest. writing for stress
cyanide vitamin X - Mr. Myers presents: macabre microchip sense
five of them, yes - taste the silence of death
touch pollutants. tight grip around Osiris's breath
how can it hurt when you don't even have a life to regret?
strove to catch a break and caught a virus instead
is circumstance or instinct why we strive for success,
we buy to possess. which price is the best? excitement or sex?
acrylic surface canvassing inside of my chest
framework force-fucked by impact like a bicycle wreck
nag champa incense, psycho, dyslexic, wives to dissect
lying in beds. white sheets stained with their myelin in shreds
lighting the cess, copa cabana, island events
nitrogen dipped white owls, high powered, hydrogen vents
hybrid of flesh, soda cans, bronchitis and strep
lighters to flick, connections to make, vaginas to wet
migrant dimensional, we're here for now, the cycle is set
psychic ascents to higher frequencies. Disciple the dense,
Blacketh the blind, Gawdian grandiose, entitled to flex
He who died for false enlightenment and tried to repent.


exhale
__________________

[Lindel]

I got the golden touch of Midas cut in King Tuts likeness
a titan thrustin Poseidon's Triton, my third eye's blink flood Osiris
im Icarus at his highest facing the degrees of Phoenix
Gabriel's shift to Mohammed's genius doding Judas's sneak to Jesus
using the speed of cheetahs; this king gloats with cobras
Abe Vigoda's prime on his throne as Frankenstein within his throat ambrosia
the Ethiopian omen of Halie Selassie smokin with Odin
swallowing the stones of Cronus holding the serpent on the bow of Moses
crossing Noah's ocean inside the spoken whale of Jonah
pestilence, death of the first born, darkness, blood, toads, hail n locusts
I'm the Torah's horror, the Quran's quandary and bible's rival
a genesis as a testament to the book of revelations embracing Baal's revival
Salem's own angel dust addict doing tetrodetoxin black magic
wreaking metropolitan mass havoc making Babylon resemble a bad accident
sack the Vatican's only father's holy water and tarnish the well
if thats not a big bang for evolution, I'm colluding on mutants with Darwin in hell

[Lindel]

The Tigris River flow, every line delivers prose
Wisest king since Solomon, divine - and quick I rose
A stoic of colossal stature, complete - with every godly pattern
I'm what Sphinx's call a master, with every thought that's plastered
I command the sea's to form tornadoes of water, for my exact kingdom is favored and conquered
The earth has cradled a monster, half devil - half angel that's sovereign.
I'm the fable that's somber, written as an epic tale by Homer himself
I am the poet of self, that is historically known for his wealth
I've shown it in health, to be the greatest person to ever live
Moving mountains with my psychic gift, to establish the world's design exists
I am righteous with every cast of the sun, holding the planet as one
I have vanished and made every wrath that has come, even held the earth steady - till' the rapture was done
Nothing escapes my 3rd eye, as it scopes for death and bludgeoned
I have the earth's timeline - etched in numbers - and the future kept in slumber.
I am the demi-god of the 9th dimension, coming from Heaven's gates
Everyone is in peace, with their every faith.

[Lindel]

Foundation; archipelago; dinosaur inhabitance with flying birds
I am first, the Angel and demon; accord of Jesus - Osiris's first
The phoenix, bird of prey, with burning grace; Heaven's son
The higher echelon, diminishing evil; burning the seven suns
The future is held by I; Andrew - a christian of good moral
For the person that was born, was free of sin; God's child
I am a good soul, making evil people good souls
For every bad person that died; were left; good ghosts
I am an Angel, free of sin; battling evil spirits and deities
For I remember the crucifixion; that made Jesus King
I am a saint, doing good deeds with blessed grace
For I am a disciple, and everything I've learned from Jesus; has been a lesson made
I am Andrew, a good person; a poet of freedom and cleanliness
I have Christmas cherished, for winter is the season of endlessness
I am Alabaster stone, I put hell's fire out in a water lake
I am a good christian, devouring snakes

[Lindel]

Andrew James Flores; perfect and imperfect - submerging with the surface
Emerging with a purpose; eating a apple; and learning from a serpent
He's vast in knowledge and skill, Murder, Suicide; He probably kill
Honored at will, and with grace? a Angel; solemn and skilled
Conquering illness's and diseases with miracles and divinity
He could feel the holy ghost and it's trinity; and is holding your destiny
3rd Eye on Mount Sinai; clouds part from the blue sky's - blue light
For plight will diminish into dust; when the truth dies
I am knowledgeable from eating apples, but never the one from Eden
I am a disciple and philosopher; holding the hand of God; and son - Jesus
In the winter season; I prayed with Jesus Christ; to see the light
I am a Angel, and battled devils; appeasing the might; like a thief in the night
I am humble in my humility and humanity; battling calamities
For I hold death for death; to prevent a tragedy
I battle demons in the winter season; and I made their fiery souls freeze to death
I went to hell with a sword; sought Satan; then seized his breath
I am a poet; and enlightened man; holding on to the sands of time
For my tears of joy; could turn the envious green grass divine
I have Solomon's wisdom; a man; a hopeful reverend
I will always be happy, and I will know joy; when I see Heaven

[Lindel]

I am a member of Christianity, I'll spark the ember for humanity
The gracious god of freedom, my spirit remembers my philanthropy
I'd never let the atrophy, strike my nerves in the system
My words are the wisdom, in the earth's mass addition
The sky birth's the mission, to make everything peaceful
I bring light to the innocent people, in every blessed steeple
I am flowered in fortitude, I bring joy every time
The grass is the source of dew, that makes everything shine
I create world's far and wide, you can see them with the stars in the night
I am the heart of the white, bringing every czar to the might
Everything is splendid, I make Kingdom's sparkle in sight
I am the pinnacle of divinity, always harboring life
I honor the light, and bring it to everyone's destiny
I gather flowers of light, the spawn of everyone's energy
I am the truth of triumph, having everything well
The beacon of hope, balancing everyone's scale

[Lindel]

Metamorphosis

* * *

Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon

Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times

The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide

How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell

Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself

* * *

Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds

* * *

There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare

By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue

Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch

Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign

Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth

Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'

Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;

* * *

To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..

Unfolds.

[Lindel]

Tryptophan



[Act 1; Of Slumber]

There's a land where troubles don't exist, though shortly that recedes
As a memoir of my slumber state which morning's wrath besieged;
Thus, I lust the tune which Umber'd play and lull me back asleep
Now people notice, even under day's patrol, he's basked in dream

Catching Z's, caught when I'm conscious; someone told me that's extreme
Counting minutes as the clock-ticks, but it's only passin' three
New-found attention in my watch-wrist, 'cause as lonely as it seems
I've a companion in that zodiac regime

See, as the seconds flicker by, horizons pan to black from blue
Some accustom to the skies, but we, as Cancers have the moon
Whisperin' to us, "Close your eyes," until I am, at last consumed
I should've known to no surprise, we walk this land's expanse subdued

Wanderin' astray through a mirage of Paradise that seems so real
When we bathe in dream's ambrosia streams and seas of daffodils
Feast from their nectar to appease, an emptiness that we don't feel
Until Luna makes her retreat, and reality's factored still

Still my mind clings to those sweet saccharine fields; cloud by its lurking haze
A sensation that I'm still dreaming, even during day
Except that dream's become a nightmare that I yearn escape;
Keeping curtains hanged, 'cause the blinds perish thy burning rays

* * *

Once more, I'm mourning for Night's absence; thirst for her embrace
Woke up this morning and time-passed since, all my lusts condemn
For I'm too focused, fiending the fruit of the serpent's taste
Fair-warned nightfall tonight, I just might not wake up again

'Cause I don't ask whether my doting is condoning
I'm left dozing from a dosage of a dozen hundred-miligrams
I just know I need somewhere to chill; to take a trip to fan
And so I take a little Tryptophan

[Act 2; Of Ideal]

Ink bleeds into beasts as the pen is jotting schemes;
I re-read what I've brought to being, heed each sentence caught in dreams
Honestly deemed, I wish what I'd written depicted conscious things
Not only reveries I give image, when I'm in this lost ravine

Given expression is a freedom, and a feeling artists need
But it's repressed, because I've witnessed how my visions are decieved;
How my perspective is so fixed-in, that what's real is gone unseen
Now I'm obsessed with the consensus to a fence's hopping sheep

Modus operandi struggles, of one bound to fantasizing blues
Who paints settings with dreamer's eyes; believes the canvas lie is true
Concieves distorted portraits, nothing like the land's horizon view
And yet, its word is breathed through each vignette I am reciting to

Another side tells me: There's nothing wrong with chimeras expressed;
That I've no heart without these lusts- that they're the light-bearer; accept
That I've no soul without their touch- their need is like heroin, yes!
I've breathed the reason that I breathe, which means my prime error's regret

Telling me: I can tell- you feel you've fallen to Typhon's cell
You're trapped to all your fantasies; they've wrought your mind and sight repelled
But they've shed you their light amidst the darkness; your Orion's Belt
They've freed you, can't you see? The only entrapment, is life itself!

Yet even deep inside, that side couldn't say I've an honest quill
I'm mad at every inked sentence spurt from my feather; thoughts instilled
But I'm not mad, because I've been grant so madly obsessed with dreams,
But by the fact, no matter how I will them true.. they aren't real

* * *

Because of that, I hate everything bled out by the ink's account
Those words were from my heart, and now my heart is fucking bleeding out
But so much blood's being flown, nothing's left of me from the ceased amount;
Conscious eased-out my mind.. pinned-down under beasts of the sleeping bout

For dreams on my dome I've been doting, grant condolence
By condoning I'm left dozing from each anecdote; my wishes grant
Let me indulge within a dosage; don't antidote me from distant lands
'O, I just need a little Tryptophan

--

[Lindel]

Ballad Of The Northern Lights

* * *

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

Where the stream of light that's known as the Aurora Borealis
Beaconed bright over the northern fjord surroundin' shimmers fro
And the glow to sheets of white tonin' a warmer morning balance
Breaches night, lull of a laureled story's ballad then unfolds;

With a soul, who should've been sleeping; see, the cold keeps him restless
Yet warmth of the sky's scarlet, emeraldish-gold gleamin' presence
Falls over him like a blanket, making sanctum from his anguish;
Embracing its cadence takes him from the Pole's freezing deathgrip

Like the feeling of a live and breathing soul reaching Heaven
Burning away restraints, and holds, of frosted snow he's been fledged with
Absorbed in its sheer fluorescence, as his woes feast in ecsta-
sy's Depression-ensheathing sheets wove of hope, dream and zest bliss

For this frozen oceanshore, where Winters seldom show remorse
Their aureate sight supports a torch; beaconed bright, offering force
Heat ignites, hearts're endorsed, and even night's darkness is shunned
For a peacock's feathers paint the looming rays of Luna's lungs

Exhaling the Sun's vibrance, 'til her breath ceases at dawn
As he fights his weary eyelids, will-surpressed sleep is prolonged
But anything, to stay awake, and marvel, for tonight
Under those dancing Northern Lights,

'O what a sight

Sitting beside it while it shimmers fro is so inspiring;
Flickering skies enticing him to loathing closing his eyelids
Dance; so indulged inside its moment, time is frozen by its
Trance, and his old desire's form of flying molds his spine and

Stance; as he arches upward he howls, but not 'cause of the pain
But 'cause he calls out to the Lights, he's freed what was restrained
Sprouting out his back, a set of wings is outstretched
He spreads their magnificence, and extends a reach without breadth

Then takes off; what was once the distant-beauty which he used to only
Gaze on, he'll soon dance with 'til they've ceded by the hues of morning's
Late dawn; through majestic streams of essence breathed from Luna's soul, he
Stays strong, 'cause their coalescence ain't long, 'long as he's kept this

Same song by his heart, the beat'll lift him up when cumbered;
Rhythm gives him reason why his wings should fight fatigue and flutter
Winter's grip secedes as choirs sing beside the freezin' Tundra;
It's a blessing, like a stray fallen to the open arms which mothered

He hugs her; to endure is self-assured by what her chorus cites,
"You'll feel no pain, or heel your chains, or any sorta strife
'Long as you soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight";
Under those prancing Northern Lights,

For just tonight

Being alone, watching her dance hither such,
He thus advanced through the expanse, offering his hand's tender touch
Folding his arms around her shoulders like she did when he was colder
Then he told her, "We're both loners, and I can't render much

To repay you; what I can do is hold you close until you say so
See, I know you're fond of dancing, and know it takes two to tango
So- I ask you permission, if it'd be all right, for if
You'd took my clench, and we'd step to until the dawn strikes mornin'"

She mourns her sense of bliss; woe revealing this lonely feeling,
Whispering, "What you ask me is my only willing; hold me 'til receding hours
When morning's hilt ensheathes and towers our ebon-soaked refuge
And need permission not, for I've been blessed, for stepping close to you

Your subtle touch soothéd my spirit; slowly mends whatever gash
Let your frorn endeavors fade from flame my sparkling beacon casts;
Let the Arctic region's farthest reaches wither woes which passed
And 'til tomorrow's surfaced, treat our night tonight like it's our last"

So they dance, to the ballad's chorus creatures of the frorn recite;
Singing a song across the Winters, as the wolves're smite
Treating the night like it's his last, the soul, who holds her tight
Over those glancing Northern Lights;

Those lust for flight

They gather 'round howling together, muzzles toward the moon;
Even Heaven's ears are pierced by chorus that these wolves sing
The soul heeds to the words emitted through the chorus interlude,
Which spoke of how they yearned to dance with them, and grow their own wings

He remembers being like these other wolves; a stray, abound alone
Who'd marvel at the Northern Lights, with other gazers down below
Then learned to make the pain ease; embraced his will and made wings
So, in hope that every gazer and dreamer could do the same thing,

He says to them, "By woe, your will is clouded still
Try to imagine Heaven's bliss, and get a sense of how it feels;
See, if you forget about the coldness of the northern fjord surroundin'
You can extend your wings, and dance with thee, Aurora Borealis"

And they listen; and they let go of their woes and any sorta strife
Forging their freedom from the führer, frorn of former life
Just for tonight, their wings are outstretched, and it's down-fetched
For the souls of wolves to soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight

The first wolf, and every soul which was alone alike;
Laughing with eachother while they prance, and hold her tight
Their little feet step to the left, and then step toward the right,
Dancing with the Northern Lights

*Laugh*

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

To the Ballad..
To the Ballad!..
To the Ballad Of The Northern Lights