The mark of my beginning

Oh love
I dare not think of the time before I had known you
Was I even alive?
Was my presence even pasted into this world?
Oh lover
Your love woke me up from my slumber
Did it wake you not?
Remember our desire to find love?
Do you not know it killed us frequently?
Oh lover
Your love cured me
Kept death away from me
Gave me wings for I’m a dreaming lover
Oh lover
Your tears might not bring back the dead
But they killed me at the break of dawn
Indeed my mind was away
But my heart was present
Slaughtered and agonizing from thy tears
I blame you not
For love had previously deceived you
Oh lover
Had love deceived you again?
Had it not retrieved what it first took from you?


I remember those eclipsed words you said
“I’m not a crying lover
I cry not when I simplify I love you
I’m a loving lover to that love of Kelly’s”
And I reply
“As I am!”
Ah how beautifully veiled are those allegations
For we both know in the heart we are crying lovers
Thus
I shall cry to thee
I love you

Mannequin

I can see the venom dripping through your pores
Drenched with envy
Blasting hate
Infiltrating temptation you repulsive nymph

I can see the demon through those ominous eyes
Black cloaked, relinquished since the God of the son
These midnight eye lids
Frozen lips and drilled follicles

Remember she who grew old deliberately
To taint the veins of her unrelated descendant
You shall be she
Yet rejuvenating herself from a Mannequin number 36

I hate you toe to head
Core to edge
Detesting your presence and devoted to your death
I just wish you fade

I live for the day
The day I see your tears pouring down
Every drop burns your cheeks like acid
Sheds your skin and annihilates your flesh
I live to see you in blasphemy
Blasphemy...

A conversation with God

Little child
Land on my terrain
Ignorant you shall be
For you are only human within the flesh

Father
Guide me through your tangible heaven
I am an imperfect piece of your creation
And my novice knowledge needs to be steered

Little child
You shall not be driven like my other creations
Get a grip on your wheel and steer
And I expect no calamities for you are a queer amongst my land
A detached soul of mine
Blessed with adversity

My child
You shall give and not be given
Drive and not be driven
Spread a smile my little queer
Satisfy your brothers and sisters throughout my land
-
They will cut you open
Ignorant of their reasons
Forgive them still
And if you dare complain
I shall dim your voice and numb your speech

Oh father
What blessing is it to suffer?
What sin have I committed to be dressed up with agony and sued up with silence

Little Child
The smile you cause shall give you affection
The joy you spread shall maintain perfection
And through their reflection you’ll earn your pleasure
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Part away into your journey etched with my words
Part away...my little Drama Queer

Us...Filthy Imperfect Humans

Sheltered in denial
Reformed and molded by ego
These traits we accuse each other
Cease!
For these traits dwell within each one of us
Not in everybody but you
You...the self proclaimed robots

Walking reptiles we are as well
Watch your palms etched in snake skin patterns
Shedding them while shifting from person to another
But after all
Our shit smells like Jasmine to us
But any else’s is a disgrace and disgust to us
Us...The self proclaimed perfect robots

And when we surge people our absolute
From infinite to driblets
They call us selfish
For when you feed a man a pile of gold
He only grasps for more!
And when you tend to complain
You obtain disdain
But blame them not
for what they are is as well what we are but deny
Which makes that all of us
Us...Filthy imperfect humans