On the Harmony of Missing Exceptions

covered in blots, pictures in lewd,
your standing out, dull winter cuts,
ice forms, making small pools, to
step, bring, back the night, bring
forth, our hopeful visitation. -


Dictation on Sight:

well it came to those last days i suppose, wondering whether the normal, following of days could ever be made into a proper dissensions, reality is always more percent, then one wishes to admit it seems;

i am still not sure what’s hiding beyond the long doorways, or why i could not bother to turn about, and rather follow down and see where the ghosts live.


-Felt it late, later then the days will allow, and more formal then condensing

]perils, oh, shots in dark rain, believing their birth, was immaculate and they could dispel all the errors, of it, to be home later then it would.

{no, nothing is still able to be formed in proper language when asking i still dissuade from knowing exactly what it is i am making it into, the parts of the order, are lost, in relational definition, there is no real coordinates for this, its extremes are invalid. }

Burning songs, songs, songs is it here yet, away, away, away, till it could, could, not, so where to go, and go, gone to, far from, out. Outside, and from away, and over there, and somewhere else. Sought, in, quests and searches, and candidacy, like a queue that keeps going and twisting and the lines keep ending on blank stone walls higher than they could fall, and not really sure why it was built, twisting spaces and thoughts, and mine, it was farther and further, and possible to be possible, would mean, something, anything, all things must seem to be right there.

The dying hearts

seems, i fear for my humanity
if it’s not and those would trust emotionally

Exodus from all family. Wading in broken
Streams.

it’s all of this

it’s hard to takeaway
be it mine; so
are we waking far?

leave the screams in
the road, Behind
the trail, Beyond

grape vines,
stalling, in the weather.

Something like this

Spoke, spoke, spooked; me last.....
.............................................................night
my hairs’ not falling out

see you could. over....
......................................and
out.

./////////////////////////////.

nothing, nowhere, could be something, else, to be words, hold empty. And sights, and names, and it’s all just fool work, not that it could ever even matter.

just go, their, just go over, just keep, keep it. keep it, and goes. gone. away.

send another letter, four more songs, another painted and lost, still not able to be able to carry away, that sight, no its wrong, no its too difficult, so its screamed at your name,.

Forgive and Trespassed,

Forgive and Trespassed, it’s still too late,
cross those long lines towards. As it once could be
to those. i choked.

lead not too far, don’t be so gone, and you’ve lead where your temptations, oh so, from and away
but here is no sign, no power, or reserve, glory’s lost its days,
beyond, ever all over, returning the same.

be left, now.

I know what i saw,

I entered the contract

And all you whana see is a fuckin rock show



you oughta know The holocaust looks better at night

-you know your right-

Trash, place it on

Rap all, up in down

Upon your body




could you please, bleach

in those contentious. i’d be mind you

i can’t really even extend a finger towards

.just thought i’d clear it up.




so, its weakness in my activity, which provides

Is to, stop seeing, the ridges, and chopping upon those

you can’t hold to.




young, lied to the mind of the old,

know you could have is.





that’s not so truly right, no i can’t
seem to linger on, your empty; poison some other wells





still it belongs out, take nothing, then, and i will leave

almost as little.





Not to be, is about as far

As it could be taken.





Sure, you want nothing to be told.

Is it really so easy? I bet you lie. All the way.





Peace be in our name, - and it could make me gag and

Cough mucus. Make a wise guess then.





Don’t want to make your choices, count,

Well then just keep counting. See your doing fine so far.





Never had a thought? Well here are two of the roads, we know

|i.| after days of this biting, you slowly being to think, that it might be
contiguous, and the whole expanse spreads through your thoughts onto
the surroundings, then the perception of pain, is placed upon those, at a
distance, then closer, until it is put forth upon your closest. Know, you now
take the only course of action to stop from doing such great harm to those.

|ii|. In a fit of likely spiting water and raped breath movements, six or seven
could be swallowed, not thought out, or even understood, just seemingly
happened before your own eyes.

Pieces of it

Peel back none, ripped garments, flung out on my invaded bed, - who let you in? i was humming to songs and melody, resting my eyes, i had parts to fill, but you lied, and then read some close words, enough to make me long, and enough to produces endless difficulty of intent, disappearing on whims and re-appearing well i try to drench out my thoughts, and escape the difficulty.


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i’d think it hard to speak in places of erotic intrude,
and be at present, at mind. Would you please, or yet still, out
and away with it.


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Please, Please, show some chips, this
is the bet’n table, roll up your dress, or
fuck off my bed.


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slips, are always, apparel, and you should leave me be; in
my home,
occupy, and preclude your own, part of loss. not around here; as it is said:
in These Parts.

Hard Candy Pops

You have no lips
Not to kiss
Not to speak
Or spit

no, no, no, no, no,

Why bother up above
to the peeks,
there is only harsh
snow anyhow,
blowing

the clouds
all the clouds
suffocating
contrast

still awaiting a proposal,

my heart lay waste; cordialis

still corseting through my veins

flooding my brain, i can hardly relate

any self or aim,



-the one i love will not answer my name

but harder heaves blades still press against.-



blisters buses out, caught surly

viewing at of ending outcome,

pour through each space that is still here

my god, are not fathoms chasing down

punching upon my scaring flesh

beloved no longer could rescue

in the land, no, heroine saintess

can’t come down, no wings to

flutter by. beloved lost missing un-active, just blank

stares, feeling the endeavours

martyring the planting of a dead

cherry tree; flowerless and brittle

the reports say

the reports say, i can’t be
with anybody

the reports say, i won’t
make it, to instead

the reporting goes on nightly
broken through each day, months
crawl by, awaiting a promising fair lay

look outing

hell it’s coming, i know it will

arrive, and take scorns of life, i

will frenzy first though destroying out of

my mind, ecstatic blisstist endeavours foolish

and madding, covering in abrasions

then to linger in a fleshy hole

Inversions, and hold tidying

And here high arched, perching out your sight, mind, the waves,

And gold, crests, and all the songs, we should be there not so long

Not so fast, or deep peering that need to dive into the robust

Equations, no none, shall be heard, three pairs, and stained glass woods

You arms could out stretch, and your voice surely does, embrace into

The wills, of my thought, so, could there still stand, more set ways,

And more decent, plays, no, i think we could always, spring out, a

Wit of five, and always, know another glance, and node, to the

Stifled, wicks that are placed upon night tables (maybe not our own)

That when sought out, would lose some form of translucent, mists,

Which i might be accustomed to dancing in-neath, i hope you know,

And believe, it yours will still hold much higher, in the day airs, then anyone,

And all should be set to long spaces, and busied rules, that could keep our

Minds away for each, once, or place. No not yet can we starve off any

Forward limitations, harks grace will be upon the empty spaces over the field

Which time grows. And neither earth nor song could break clear of.

Is it in your name?