Story book

Red thread?

exhaled bubbles of breath big nuts baked naked underneath children

expansion growth pop fall wrapped up caught knotted

thread goes up my pants up my shirt- pulled tightly against the others

close to the men- close to the sewing machine

a moment-needle

life- thread

im a part of a patch in this cloth storybook

sew me i am being sewn me and the others seemed like forever

im in rotation not noticing the monsters- those threaded too- but not near me

big white pages- big red thread

i am pulled tightley so tightly

loopy loop as the machine swings back and forth perfectly

morning star dew red red red indecision and red

-Gwant

Private: rainFLOPS of fire

Talking shit rip raindrops of fire

burn eyes cry why youre a bitch with too much time

thank god for today its all coming back

to bite you in the ass

you are high on your own pedaSTOOL

shit runs from your mouth

open your hole-mouth-and the smell makes me run

for health reasons i  cant be near you

for every reason i cant be fond of you

because shit runs deep

lowness runs shallowly

your pools of personality are brown, green, and smell like shit

your words are massive but you are small

a weak bitch only your mouth is tall

so you are left- alone bleeding, shitting from your holes

you are dirty-nasty innocent only of kindness

guilty always of being a shit

you little fuck- little fucker- unconscious bitch

only capable of shitting, burning, roasting feces proudly

for the world to see.

you nasty bitch you smelly whore you reek

your fire burns only with the fuel of others' anger

bash heads to feel another's touch bitch grow up

ballsclawssocksdolls

ohhhhh yes!!!

ohhh yes i need the light! save my soul! my soul wanders as it finds the internal glow- as your’s sits stagnant in its own filthy prison of self doubt. i am searching for truth- you say you have it. you have a pile of shit with a label on it saying its safe to consume. where do you sit in your throne? undoubtedly you sit alone. or do you sit with god? your very own ego hog. im sure you have a fantasy- but you will have no part of me.

Tribes(ulation)

tribes

lost found tribes-flow

beast unleashed flavors to fro

swags the name swags my game

followers-fool, lead from trees

meet greet soak my feet

this woman kneels before me

two bodies- we have two bodies

two bodies lets flow and breathe through touch

two bodies to grow- to braid

twine is fine rope is mine but this life tether divine

life contour inexplicable, tender mercies

shiver warmth morphine holy spirit

dust-must die feet climb hands write liberty of mind

no oppression open filthy runs in and out

pimp central-city- a sewer melting pot, soul collaboration

find a crest, cusp, abyss, deep dark hole

heart, mind, tongue, ass, balls, claws, socks, dolls

unleashed, unvanquished, vindicated from uniqueness and antiquity

vindicated from alone soul emptyness

free from hate love sensationalism

earth leaves trees birds doors stairs- to nowhere

a stairway to heaven?

a door of perception.

-Gwant

Reality is a carpet, until you can pull it back and see the foundation it is built upon you can not fully understand it.

to our future

We remember things once they are gone
Contributing to a deepening loan taken from our very own pockets
So remember why we sent up those rockets
Constantly searching for things lost from our minds
We dont think of anything much more than ourselves
No one else, just your own being and wealth

To strive from our lost possessions
We must greater our chances at living in advancement
Think hard, think long, think openly
Try hard, go long, and do so openly
With a guide from clean hands we can go so far
We can not trust our government with any information as to who we are
A new hope and beginning
Promised by man with hopes of winning
The world.
Stop the pain and torture
Before retaliation hurts you
For our future
As it falls to nothing

-cody

38

The rain will not stop for you, Ophelia. Outside.

Looking for your children. Soaking wet-- searching.

Crying a symphony for love. Not stopping to notice

the pieces of yourself, soul falling on the pavement,

mixing with the tears of the sky, who cries for you.

Who else listens, and who else knows of your intention?

Are the gray storm clouds alone your only sympathy?

Who sorrows for you, Ophelia? My love. The earth's love.

Spawn of the birches and dirt-dust. The ancient mother.

The new sun's daughter of remembered pasts.

Once whole, the fragments of your purpose now gather

in pools, streaming down the concrete driveway incline

out into the river, formerly known as Ray drive. Escaping.

Traveling faster away in muddied currents. Out of reach.

Going like yesterdays out into the nothing spaces of oblivion

because tomorrow will never be the same

like so many other things that will never be the same

because you are wet

because you are crying

because you cannot cry anymore

because your life is missing-- or torn away from you

by an unseen force; Some wrathful hand of a god

but what crime have you committed in your ignorance?

For this reason you search still, breaking yourself in silence

because you forever will remember their warmth

because you can never stop trying to forget

because without them you are only breathing, not living

like your heart, you will follow currents of polluted blankness

move faster and faster-- swimming and kicking-- to places

unknown by everyone, but you know are there

meet a full moon night from fonder memories

where the angels and your children shine as stars

beckoning you to join them

calling out "mother"

in bell music voices, and singing songs

that rhyme with "mother", and sound like "mother"

they glow and stretch their arms toward you

and cry out "MOTHER"

as you continue to drift into nothingness

-OPHELIA