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poetica: Death'sHead Jesus
squill
falnedn
Death'sHead Jesus


twenty minutes with the Homecoming Queen
to rub one out or rub it in
she's just another smalltown teen
and'll lie 'bout it all in the morning
twenty minutes walk from the party to home
a little rain'd be kinda nice
these secrets that no one wants to know
and wouldn't believe e'en if you told
twenty minutes alone with her death'shead jesus
feigning innocence again just like the rest
twenty years from now where will this leave us
no diff'rent than the days before


8:53a, d194y14
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20141940853
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poetica: Dream In Disconnect
squill
falnedn
Dream In Disconnect


a rote sexuality
of a dream in disconnect
never always there
when the emotion culls
is lust individuality
or a chance to disappear
emotionless clear
and a fuck is just a fuck
a loveless interrupt
another page to pin away
bodymind separates
and you can claim it never was


9:22a, d314y12
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20123140922
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poetica: Angels And The Moon
squill
falnedn
Angels And The Moon


my thoughts are pregnant with gods long forgot
the embodiment of angels unblinking with rot
rocks of the moon become the stars in our eyes
the naked and sacred with worlds 'tween their thighs
drippingly moist and tasting of their lust
permeating my soul with the scent of her musk
headaches and heartaches skyhigh fell to aerth
unprepared for the moment my mind giveth birth
beware of the angels for they nothing like man
ever watching for reasons impossible to understand
and those of the moon who with warning fell
but we unable to listen misunderstood their tale


7:44p, d89y14
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20140891944
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poetica: -[It's No Wonder-Land]-
squill
falnedn
-[It's No Wonder-Land]-


when the colours bleed
and the faces fade
all's as it seems
'til reality has greyed
as forgotten as need
has she come to stay
can it be believed
such costs left unpaid
all skins but a seive
today's still far away
can even tears grieve
the memorium played
eyes that deceive
and thoughts gone staid


5:39p, d58y14
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20140581739
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poetica: of all of the I of me
squill
falnedn
of all of the I of me


there was an I that saved us
that reminded myself of me
we were all as one but many
and this many of I were free
there was an I that showed us
that protected myself from me
we wer many but not all one
and not all of I had seen
there was an I that survived us
and this last of the many was me
of all of the I of me remembered
only I was destined to be


8:05p, d294y13
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20132942005
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poetica: No Hope For The Gentle Ones
squill
falnedn
No Hope For The Gentle Ones


when the anger rises up
beyond that volatile point of no return
how can the madness end
can you really say we'll ever learn
when the hatred's all too clear
and dreams are all but tossed away
wars are still fought for pathetic things
just can't see that brighter day
when our freedom's redefined
by those still cowering in fear
there's no hope for the gentle ones
who've known the truth now for years


9:35p, d292y13
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20132922135
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poetica: ORIGINAL
squill
falnedn
ORIGINAL


it's hard to dream
with all these islands in our heads
spinning wheels and saturnine smiles
hearts living
but souls so dead
and still we scream
I guess we're lucky ones after all
bad habits with worse beliefs
left living
with lives that fall


1:30p, d292y13
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20132921303
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poetica: the Sometimes Come
squill
falnedn
the Sometimes Come


sometimes it's not okay
no matter what is done
no matter what is said
sometimes there's only pain
when the beast has won
when the sky is greyed
when the moments passed
become the moments gone
loves that never last
truths that turned out wrong
the sometimes come
and we can't forget
what we should've done
what we never did


7:10p, d58y13
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20130581910
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poetica: bedcovers
squill
falnedn
bedcovers


stygian dreams beat senseless hearts
along the asphalt of 'morrow
these ashes are spent apart
on memories and the sorrow
and as I stand before my lovers
unrecognized and laid bare
buried under the bedcovers
as if I should even care
whatever today has lost
moulding this madness into beams
we build until it rots
asphalt ashes and stygian dreams


9:59p, d60y14
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20140602159
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poetica: Subjectus
squill
falnedn
Subjectus


a lucid illucidation
tendrils of sanity, threads unwind
seeds unplanted
bites and bastion unfolds
fractured fantasies
these black realities
more than just dreams
yet less than this
skills scaled to the necessary
what remains is wary
variables and barriers
throughbroke and off-fallen
therapeudic theosophy
ptaerogenic mnesomnic


7:15p, d309y12
thom Wolfox sR Rhose


20123091915
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