I'm Finding That As I Get Older Getting Older Feels Divine Now I Don't Believe In The Divine There's

This kinda talkative is bordering On lunacy Clearly overheated synapses Lazy caps firing firing firing Who rigged this circuit board Bored So bored of this wiring Cut the red cut the blue What the fuck does this one do Zzzzzap Now I feel a bit strange I taste all blurry Was the ground always this furry?

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.

PerfuME

My fragrance cannot be replicated

It is always with me

It comes from my toil

And from my love

It’s there in the cold

And the heat

It comes from me

And flows onto others

My fragrance is mine

And I am my fragrance

Are you prepared for this undertaking?

You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness

Thoughts confuse me

Is this right Or am I Just Projecting society inside myself Wanting what I should want Rather than what I do want Enjoying what should be enjoyed Rather than deciding for myself Should you want something Just because you can do it Should you enjoy something Just because you're good at it How do we know When we are conditioned so Taught what to want And How to feel Learning only when It's too late That we don't Have to participate When we've already run the race

Questions of waiting

I find myself In a waiting room The real life Purgatory Realised With seats And nonsensical material With which to 'entertain' And pass the time. I'm Not free And not Accepted, Imprisoned, perhaps, But Just there. Between a boy And a beast Perhaps they symbolise me Perhaps that's why I find myself between And not beside. When they call my name Will we all rise? Or will they be left behind?

Return of the king

The tree stands alone Proud Against a luminous backdrop Red From the light of a rising sun Enveloped By a colony of bats Feeding In the last light of the moon

Summer dress

I trace your shape through it The tops of your thighs Silhouetted, with your back to the sun Your hips Holding it high and holding back the truth Your waist, pulling it in Like the ebb of the tide Your breasts pushing it back Washing it over me I can't stop now. Your neck Bare and fragile Like gold leaf illuminated by that burning star at your back I look closer and watch your pulse for a second or two Wondering how it would feel against my lips A breeze blows Your hair is fire Caught in that slowed wind I taste your perfume on the air Fresh and deep And I'm gone I'm yours and always will be I look down and I see the print And want to leave my prints on it

Blerp

Everything was different, I wish I could say Now it's all the same, But no such luck Or maybe that is lucky. It's hard to tell When it's all in flux. Gains and losses Can't be measured Using any known system Only the feelings of Pain and joy

Thirteen

I'm gonna do it I've gotta do it Maybe it'll mean I can start over I can become new again Because how can one so young Fuck up so much I've lost the love I've lost the respect The hope The trust The dreams The tears nestled in between the screams I hope no one ever finds out But I want them all to know I made a mistake This is who I am But I will atone I promise You'll see You'll see It'll never happen again You'll see Just believe me Please No This can't happen There can be no Continuation From this point on From here on out There will be No More I found you Now I plead Come sweet edge And find your place Drink deeply And take me home Please Take me away Because I took something And now I pay