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the rooftops are leaning over
touching the ground -
your face glows with every cigarette inhale and lighter click
this was the way it was meant to be -
im sitting on scales an weights balancing out the nihilism and hope in my life
spare some change? -
i made the lighter in my hand explode on purpose
to make the blood and burn marks memories of existance -
listen
to the thundering weld -
i remember the egos we all once shared
always having stories to tell
we were the spotlights of the showby jerx 49 lines, on Dec 6 3:46 PM 2006 -
we are only inscriptions
leaving scars on paper...by jerx 13 lines, on Dec 3 2:05 AM 2006. In My own style -
by jerx 47 lines, on Nov 25 3:21 PM 2006
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deception billows up my throat like rough smoke
turning my air to foul stories i no longer wish to explain -
street faces burn with frenzy
the pavement is coated in blood and smashed windows -
ive transformed my dreams into an opium
to change my mind and pull me away -
simple tongue tied answers leave me in a twist
watch me mend -
my eyes are lined with cracks
torn between the pages -
walking the line
a row of flowers noticing how the clouds seem to fly -
I MAY APPEAR TO BE A MERE SERVENT
OF THESE STITCHINGS AND LACINGS YOU MIGHT LIKE TO CALL FLESH -
light me up and forget me there,
leave me for this vomit dead corpse -
im really in a coma and my life is just a dream to leave my story scratched upon a wall of forgiveness tho the forgiveness is not there
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sprawled before the feet of coffins and caskets
rose bushes and thorns beneath my feet -
stomache boiling over with rage ready to blow screaming steam unleashing discontent into the sky
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gurggling dissent has left us unfertile rubble...dying grass,
revolt in the sands just like time and a blood flowing river -
and thus the sounds will break Through the barriers making me dance upon a moving earth with no class or walls
making the colors more bright and the sky stream -
i am hanging upside down to the northern sky in communication styles and
silent towers screaming at stones to move along their way trying to uncover the myste -
time goes by and money burns and these moments pass by unbeleivably like they never existed
im waiting for these chances to make the moments real to make them -
everything we thought we needed has destroyed what we had and now there's nothing left
you grasp the last remaining breath but it crumples in your palms... -
my world is spinning in 3 dimensional circles with glowing stars around my head
the truth is in the water and the water is what rolls out of my mouth slowly and -
this was my final site
my last chance of contempt -
i was locked in a cage with a baby Jesus at my side oil dripping from its lips it was such a confusing way to swing about
i had to sit there and drown in this -
when your painting burns
how will you keep us then? -
the sound will guide you
to the answers you seek -
when we disgregard the humanity of women
we disregard our own
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