Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away
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Character: 95/100
Sliding through this life
Just like a wedding ring
Lost in bathroom pipes
Swimming in another world
In dungeons of distress
I reach for nuts and bolts
To crank the toilet open
Beyond her stinking shit
Beyond the smell of treachery
I’m here to find a lie
Soaked in monogamy
A faucet with no water
A bathtub with no pressure
A sink forever clogged
Until another man is called
To do the trick
I’m here on my own terms
I follow pipes wherever they may lead
Closet augers, a basin wrench and snakes
My life just like a public toilet seat
To every ass in town
That thinks they know me and so judge
But let me say this now
I make the water run
And in so doing
Bring life to every corner of this world
A knight in shining armor
Against the callous crumbs of yesterday
I need to find this ring
Or else it’s surely over
In pipes and toilet seats
So much truth
A marriage lost
In the shit
Flushed down the gutters
Without a tool in sight
Only a feeble plunger
That sticks to our behinds
A marking of our failure
A testament to our lies
The punch line clear
Or so I realize
When marriage down the shitter goes
A plumber can’t advise!
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Character: 61/100
In between your fingernails exists
A callous joy of memories
Your scratches hard onto a film so thin
Trying to steal a moment shared within
The bonds that linked us every time we met
A bleeding lioness perched atop her prey
Falls in love with wounds made in defense
A sodomizing urge as she attempts
To struggle for her dignity
In jungles where mistakes can take away
The love bestowed by many everyday
A second guess, a small mistake
And everything is lost!
Her fangs sink in my skin
But with the aches, some sense of gratitude
For having met such wondrous a creation
For having shared so little time
The trails of blood run through my recent past
Erasing everything we used to share
No cameras, no film can bring it back
So stop the scratching only if you dare
And with your bloody paws
You draw some vowels on the wall
Behind the cage of your emotions
Painted like a child’s attempt
To send a message to my aching soul
The “I” for thee
The “O” the “E”
Interrupted by an “L” and “V”
And finally a discontinued blot
You are too proud to say that you love me
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Character: 58/100
to be sung when intoxicated
As we set sail on giant ships!
Oh giant ships as we set sail!
Slices of ye heaven shine
Through that broken windowsill
The colors float inside, they do
A hue of glowing dust it is
Pouring with the rain indeed
I soak my feet in water’s salt
My wounds are drowned in drunken pain
And I am free to glide in thought
My woman’s arse and candy canes!
I lick’em both and don’t get caught!
As we set sail on giant ships!
Oh giant ships as we set sail!
Our aspirations large at heart
The wind decides our chartered course
And all the sailors
Hungered by the days at sea
Would like to feast on my lady
Well help yourselves my mates at sea!
I’ll whack your heads and bury thee!
As we set sail on giant ships!
Oh giant ships as we set sail!
Why some of us they stand and wait
For fate to make its darning mark
A storm so strong
It tears our souls
Our boat into a million pieces made
Each one of us holds on to something dear
My friend a picture of his wife and son
But as for me
A pint of rum
If I’m to die this day then let me part
With smiles on my face
Oi! and a happy heart!
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Character: 44/100
Love is a featherless pillow
It falls gently from the sky
Hits us hard when we’re asleep
But never wakes us
We’re lost in dreams
We travel the world
Ancient ruins and abandoned temples
We explore
Scavenge through the forests deep
Poke through the craters of distant caves
Shelves and drawers
Closets and some cupboards
We live a million years to share the stories
A gentle gaze from eyes so perfect
Bleach your soul with a feeling so divine
A humbling rumble in your guts
A sense of belonging that folds you into two
A sense of fitting
A sense of letting go
All packaged in a cushion cover
And every night as we wander in our dreams
We steal a feather from a bird
And bring it back with us as proof
Of our emotions so surreal
As time goes by the pillow grows
It’s stained from our adventures
It falls so blandly from the sky
Just like a drop of pigeon shit
It strikes us hard
Its blows are stronger by the hour
We begin to ache
We begin to hurt
We carry on
Until the feathers packed so hard
Once a symbol of our own freedom
Become the instruments
Of our own demise
And so in truth I finally see
I’m not desired anymore
A house to keep I cannot keep
My heart’s no longer welcome
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Crickets creeping through my mind
Cracking like a pacman in a maze
Scratching on the lining of my face
Breaking into deep and solemn thoughts
Hatching wild ideas from within
Playing with the wiring of my ideals
Readjusting time and the dimensions
Flying through the space between my ears
Suited up like astronauts, equipped
To ravage through the craters of my brain
I lend a smile and then extend my wrath
I paint myself then cry myself to sleep
I fuck a random stranger to forget
Rockets fired all throughout the night
Counting down for takeoff every evening
I pace myself until it feels just right
Blast off always puts me on the edge
Floating in an endless hyperspace
Peering at the cosmos from my windowsill
A countdown starts, I see it on the screen!
Times Square is full of people on New Year’s eve
Waiting for a show of something nice
Waiting for some answers, for some love
Peering at my launchpad up above
And as the ticker slowly loses numbers
My head prepares for blast off and beyond
The clock strikes twelve
A “Happy New Year’s” roars out loud
I reach towards my glock and make a sound
The other day
He called me late at night
That horny asshole
Knows how to pick a fight
His bathroom stunk
Because I took a dump
I took revenge
To teach him who to hump!
Bitch?
Yes, you could say
But open your heart
To my story of disappointment
To my tale of dismay
To my tragedy of relationships
The Iliad’s pages
We’ll fill a million times
Double-spaced, of course
But still worth your while
And soon enough
You’ll understand
You’ll join my force:
The bitch brigades
An irrational act?
Well I’m happy you have the nerve
To call me irrational
For grabbing what I deserve
You have to shock them
You have to be the perv
And with some practice
You’ll make their loose-ends curve!
Today at work
He texts me on my phone
He misses me?
No, he just wants to bone
I text him back
“You have to change your tone”
But deep inside,
I can’t wait till I moan!
And when it’s night
We cuddle in his bed
He’s feeling bored
He’s waiting for some head
And finally
He speaks of love instead!
His wife storms in
Oh my, this asshole’s dead
To hell with men
The drama that they bring
Some look for action
And others want a ring
But as for me
I need the ideal fling
A man that serves me
And lets me do my thing
I’ve been in action
For oh so many years
I guess its time
To look beyond my fears
The queen of bitches
Needs to have her rest
Goodbye to straightness
Hey! Dyke, show me some breast!
A soothing humming sound so soft
Is all I need to make my day
I am the ground they tread upon
The feathers on their wings
The lentil eyes into their soul
I am the seasons they obey
They gather in their thousand hordes
And probe around my hands
Their seeds seep down along the path
That guides me on my way
And when they leave they will return
For nature has its course
You sow a seed into their mouths
You cannot reap remorse
But when it comes to human kind
The story must diverge
You sow a seed into her womb
She asks for a divorce
I wander through the streets all day
Enlightened and confined
In my own inner agony
Much room to feel refined
Why can’t we all be like these birds?
No worries or concerns
They live from what the world can give
They’re loyal in return
They’re breasts are eaten all the time
Although they need to burn
I’d rather have a breast well-done
Than have to take my turn
I’d rather eat them stuffed with rice
Than filled with botox churn
And so she flies across the world
And leaves behind her eggs
She nests atop this asshole’s bed
Who makes her spread her legs
And soon enough she calls me back
To tell me she’s in love
I would’ve loved to hear her chirp
That bitch is not a dove
And even if I take some drugs
To blur this little line
A bird that migrates does come back
The message is quite fine
I’m better of with my new find
I feed them every day
They’ll keep on coming back for more
As long as I can pay
I thank the world for showing me
That nothing is for free
I guess she needs to feather up
And try to flap her wings
Or better yet as a head start
I’ll drop her off that tree!
I pick her up,
Every night
At the curb
She waits for me
And I arrive
On the spot
Never late
I drive her through this concrete jungle
But in my heart
Another jungle is being driven
Towards the surface
It will explode
And with it a million unspoken words
Will be unleashed
I step outside to help her with her luggage
She lays a leg outside the cab
And pushes down with the other
Her gentle hands press hard against the door
She slams it shut
The glass inside me shatters
The wind picks up
It blows away the papers in her folder
I help her gather what she has lost
And in so doing I lose myself
I grab her,
Papers full of notes
I clutch them hard towards my chest
The more she screams
The more I race to grab her,
Papers with some scribbles
My sweat is smearing between her lines
Creating smudges that tell a different story
Of how our lives have intertwined
And how it’s bound to end in glory
As her skirt flutters
She yells with passion
“Quickly, Quicker!”
I grab her papers harder
They’re emptied now
And in their blankness
I hope to write
The story of our love affair
Instead she pays the taxi fare
And walks away
I realize the cab’s still on
And drive away
What’s wrong with me?
I sure as hell
Need to get laid
Another curb
Another stranger
Until I satisfy,
My lustful escapade
I’m ripping through!
I’m almost there
On the other side
I can smell the baloney sandwiches
In the land of truth
Where the sun never sets
I am a prisoner
Of my own thoughts
A freedom fighter I like to think
A matador of self inflicted truth
I speak out loud and someone shrugs
They place me in a metal cage
My shrieks they break the glass
And afterwards
I use the pieces
To light a fire
Inside my head
I stab and stab and stab away
My laughter overcomes the pain
I use my palms to paint the walls
With dark red strokes
I draw a door
I must escape
I’m almost there
I ram the door
It just won’t budge
I ram and ram and ram away
My shoulder splits
I use the pieces
To pick the lock
It just won’t budge
This door I’ve made
And everything I’ve said and done
My whole life’s work
Is not enough to make it happen
I slowly sink towards the floor
In utmost pain
Beaten, stabbed, burned and shattered
I go to bed
I need my rest
Tomorrow
I’ll try again
To find the answer
My proud charade of self-determination
Monstrous tentacles ploughing through my veins
(To be rambled very quickly)
Regardless of the debate regarding
the effectiveness of international legalization,
one cannot deny
from a descriptive point of view
that the cultural values of the renaissance
and enlightenment eras in Europe
act as the building blocks
of our modern international liberal order.
To the extent in which
the international normative environment
is contingent on the sociocultural values
of a specific form of polity
(that of Europe to be precise),
an anomaly arises
when such an international model is used
to govern diverse polities
with different understandings of social values.
One could assume
that only when an international order
that better reflects the notion
of uneven and combined development
comes into existence,
then such an anomaly can be solved.
In this respect we may conclude
that the current liberal order is anachronistic
with the logic of social evolution
and of humanity as a whole.
Combined with smiles and laughter I release
My inner anger spreads into the air
The stench of fear is overcome by peace
The calmness of an empty dragon’s lair
A smile so innocent from her lips so pure
Unclothes the pieces of my inner gloom
The more she smiles the more I feel secure
Undressing me as spring bursts into bloom
She shakes as I exchange her gentle touch
We mate and I ascend into a haze
The fire burns as we lay whole and clutch
Our passion keeps the dying flame ablaze
Forever seems to linger far away
All I ask for is another day
The countless thorns we try to pluck
We count and pluck and throw away
Have made another bush beneath our feet
And now the thorns we once had overcome
Are sounding bells for our own sad defeat
When plucking thorns it is a must to think
Beyond the pleasure of the pain
of plucking our own plights
What of the thorns when they’re discharged?
A harmless little lifeless thing we think
But soon enough we come to learn
That as we march towards victory
We drown in our own reckless pride
For such a future prickle pickle
Remember to go against your instinct
Don’t pluck the living hell out of yourself
Instead just treat the wounds and wait until
Those thorny bastards fall off along your way
Pestilence in our imagery controls our sight
And everything we sought to have falls short
Of what our fingertips can reach for
With impaired vision and obstructed touch
We yell out loud to rip apart the void
That engulfs our entirety but alas
Our sounds bounce of the thickness of our cage
And we end up victims of our own decree
With bleeding ears, incapable eyes and severed hands
We rest on what we used to call our home
Turned into something of our grave
Appliances and rooms just objects in the yard
And compounding our ordeal we’re left with taste and smell
The taste of misery and smell of a decaying corpse
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