Enlightened Zombie's Blog – March 2011 Archive (47)

She looks so skeletal,

lying on rice grain canvas.

Where saints choose their tombs,

where peanuts & dust make love,

and dirty nail clippings can decapitate.

But you can't stop what's coming,

that ghost isn't holy anymore.

Only the pussy green brown hole in her throat

A shadow over her blade thin mid drift.

The cure in a vault,

underneath a vent,

in between the pink insulation.

The itch…

When tempted by his brother, his cousin, his lover, Satan, jesus could not help but feel a need to give something, as all truly great martyrs do. Thus, jesus gave unto satan a piece of himself known as the ego, the id, the yin, the dark, and hundreds of other terms we refer to it as.

Upon this, the entity that is jesus split into two. One becoming holy divine, one becoming serpentine unholy. Regardless without this, your realm of experience would be rather boring.

Catcaclysm psychosis

dispelled hypnosis

choreographed welfare

serenity in dispair

the limitless light

a godless life

the blackest black

and a ballsack

The Ascent

A natural fallacy,

where truth fell down.

Another lied up bleachstained

Whisper

Maybe

truth

could be in the moment.

Here

in this living dream

that

I'm always falling…

Always walking around falling…

…Down

Truth and I,

lying at the bottom,

never waking up on time.

When the…

Parade into the great abyss

where twilight envelopes,

and we remember never.

Where there's nothing,

no one

to blame.

Not

even

your self.

The way it

consumes

the hunger.

The closure,   

the ecstasy of

unstimulation.

Lungs are gasping,

the only decipherable taste

is tasteless.

She told the wet eyed boy he wasn't as good as everyone thought and pulled his halo down to his throat manipulating his crown into an eraser.

He reached deep inside for a breath, a sound, anything that could echo and heal. He bit his tongues.

The halo, now blackened began to collapse into a noose to strangle the fading creature. His wings went next, sulfur never having smelled so sweet.

The flames were warm but did not burn, nor steal skin, or feather.

The erasure…

Do you think that money

grows on trees?!?!?!?!?!?!

Why yes Dad,

It does.

And the root

of all evil came

from the same place

that damned us all

supposedly

thus man makes

forest his effigy

with fires,

chainsaws,

wood, paper cups,

and chop sticks.

The dead men's faces

That bought my Father's coffin;

The dead men's faces imprinted on the dead…

Her Presence Is Her Present To You

"Icicles are blades

we drag across ourselves

when we feel we have sinned"

Said the icicle. Then she asked:

Where were you

when the holy spirit killed herself?

Took the blade to her throat,

an icicle dragged across pale snow.

She can't hear the voices anymore,

only the blackened whispers.

Her eyes are but a pallet

for you to…

The frail little boy

lifting the duck's pinion

to reveal the hole

of blood and the unknown.

The worst image

this 7 year old

Had ever seen.

Flap… Flap… Flap...

It still haunts him.

But back at that moment,

he gladly seized when

he moved those wings.

You'd thought those wings would crack off like

ancient rust on the gates of Atlantis

left unprotected for far too…

Aesthetic police

with

thought smelling

canine units

racially profiling

a

pigment drenched man

The Malleus Maleficarum

of terrorists illustrated

in their heads

Sanguine curdling

two-year-old screams and

I in my

black Italian shoes

The smell of pot on my

women's panties

enough to search

my luggage in excess

I wonder if Hoover ever had

this dilemma

so they say that god lived here for a while

he knew what it was like to lose and hurt

and fuck and fight and die

but it only worked because he was unaware

of who he was just like we

don't know who we are

so the word, that whole... trifecta triforce trinity...

i guess it's all lost in translation.

i mean, what wasn't misunderstood at one point or another?

the word, haha...

i guess they meant... the speech, the tongue, the…

what a day. no poetry here. no nice words. just a rant about a day.

i woke up. went back to sleep. woke up again and thought i was late. i think i wanted to be late today. i got in the shower and just stood there. my water smells bad. i wonder if i can put something that smells good in it... hmm...

i forgot my salt. so i just stood there and let the black wash off. it builds up you know?... like resin in a pipe, or like... dirt on a wall. sometimes you gotta get that dirt of…

She told the wet eyed boy he wasn't as good as everyone thought and pulled his halo down to his throat.

He reached deep inside for a breath, a sound, anything that could echo and heal. He bit his tongues.

The halo, now blackened began to collapse into a noose to strangle the fading creature. His wings went next, sulfur never having smelled so sweet.

The flames were warm but did not burn, nor steal skin, or feather.

The exorcism of an angel. One of the rarest of…

"Today is show and tell class,

I hope you remembered to bring your things to share."

Said the beautiful Latin Mrs. Perez.

His father had a crush on her ever since his son had been moved

from the older black woman's…

you find yourself standing alone in an awkward place

you're far away from home and the easiest solutions

are convienently over looked. no matter how much you

love remember pray or want

you can't do it now.

it's a bad time kid.

just stop. relax. breathe.

and forget about today.

pushit away far

and keep quiet be simple relax.

noones going to save you except yourself here.

noone is going to like you any more…

lets go beyond words reading this

with your mind.

i hung myself with a nous today

and i dangled there in twilight

fading out and then a crack

i coughed out some air and a soul

there it went out of my dream

into the void

people care about these shell's stories

what about these soul's stories?

eh, noone ever listened to my story anyway...

there goes the soul, wee...

it tells us that it's all a dream

and…

a misanthropist loves animals

and go insane-alone.

people are a dis-ease,

he keeps on asking

if they could pull him out

of his stuck apparatus,

check the special source

for shattered light reference(s),

if you can't find yourself,

how could you ever find me?

find him, that, or this?

you create sin so you can

become wrapped in its wire

until you choke

until you find islam (surrender)

this…

i'm remebering

a never

and you're still there

there's something different now

i'm sort of a

new…