-Finale Me-
what bucket must I carry?
to properly contain
all those caring
for my soul?
a soul I am assured
is nothing more
than metaphor
this practice
of asking me
what I believe
only to seek
a strategy of approach
to poke holes
In what others subscribe to
or choose not to devote to
is rather contrived
hold on a minute
does that negate my eternity?
Indeed!
in the Here and Now
I am ready to die
when that moment comes
rest assured I accept Nothing
but DMT
will show me otherwise
so kindly leave me die
without casting my
Final Hallucination
cozy urns fuzzy coffin
antique rosier beads
syrupy divine tears
leisure mourners
grieve on cue
concrete beds splintered sofa
worthless plastic trinkets
curded sacrament wine
maniac revelers
swoon on cue
COMMENTS
Definatly picturing a funeral here.
I can see it
night settles chill a complement
to lurkers on shady errands
hands pat pay day fat wallets
reassurance that it is still present
Fridays parade of heavy coats
some fake fur, others real mink
draped over scantly clad bodies
cosmetic painted faces study profiles
as if they were all familiar company
(Inspired by a visit to my previous neighborhood)
COMMENTS
That was good. I could imagine what you saw thru your words of great description.
COMMENTS
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VAMPIREBLONDEE
23:17 Jan 29 2009
I like it when you write like this. Its real.
VAMPIREBLONDEE
15:18 Jan 30 2009
P.S. I read on neo what DMT is :)
Sinora
23:10 Jan 31 2009
I read this twice. I'm not sure, but I think it's quite a good reflection of yourself. The funny thing is, it also hints at something you are leaving out, like a secret. I liked it.