dribble the spittle.the perilous riddle
this tainted toss oozes lust from the crust
a dark dismay apparent with the skill of a ferret
sneaking the belittled bites into those filthy minds
what powers these mortals think they are squandering
from afar the sight seems wrecked, ramshackle, and split
the terror enters the secretions of the mob as the feelings pour
bleeding like crying for the benefit of more and taking less time spent
tinkling against the pavement becomes a game of thieves on high as fiends
totally aware that they taint and mash our dreams into the pie of belief and cream
bought, buying, sold are tastes of exquisite resonance as the thoughts dance forsaken
expanding fists into hands of needy remorse for lost wages tossed aside for the personal
war of the skill masked by faith in crime of life stealing met by chosen ones in the street level
size of force to manipulate the palms stroked with haste weighted with pace of striking knowns
meteoric ties to gravity of lies to remake the massive ploys possessed as formal toys with secret
winding mechanisms of corrupt disguise with twirling keys to self-describe the gigantic machines
grinding down our bones to deify the mighty ornate gods that protrude like pleasant knaves gazing
navally through the stars at skies above the crushing ultra thud sounding pulse rising from the muddy
waters boiling over into the sludge to throw us off the detailed lots that have made us smug and snug
where are these crowns of heavy pose that make the blood tickle around the toes as we march onward?
Posted by :\_khet on October 3rd, 2008 in d for Dysteleology..., personal afflictions. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.