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leaves
laminar, veiny
breathing, bristling, falling
branches, twigs, trunk, hair
draining, feeding, growing
helpful, nutritive
roots

written as l0v3l3ss, © 2007

An organism such as ours.
Let's protect it from the greedy, the money-driven and disastrous.
Our home.
Our protection.
For nature gives us back its fruit tenfold.

(false:hood)

The intricacies of lying are woven into my skin;
one pull of the thread, another tangled web.
The lurid silver lining is nowhere to be seen,
my logic, trust and sanity forever seem to ebb...

The sum of needles onto me control my broken nerves,
I tighten strings to pull myself together once again.
My mouth is spouting venom for no one that deserves
the crippled company of mine I make them all disdain.

© l0v3l3ss 2007
photo from Björk's music video Pagan Poetry

Thought #55

Nihilistic depression -
where dreams await to die,
in such perverse a state of mind
all but a phantom one can find...

Thought #43: Doppelgaenger accompaniment

Following movements
of phantom limbs,
one arm reaching for the other like
a suit of armor unlike any other.

The steps he'll take
count ten and one,
till he reaches the wall mirror
and feels its surface with
the ghostly palms of his.

Hearing the voice beyond
pushes aside the gelatinous field;
Footsteps on dark and vacant corridors
vibrate the silence with echoes of funeral tears.
And then his voice like
music first heard as a convoluted, muffled sound...

"'Tis I" it spoke,
but "'Tis thou" should had been uttered.
A perfect twin -
crying his name so uninvitingly.

What came to pass,
inside the realm of turnabouts
would not once follow the scores of said conductor.
Instead a free form chosen;
as his other self had once envisioned.
Deadly notes, high-strung vocality,
illicit words for the faint of heart.
It was a joust of supremacy.
The world would question still,
who was the one,
who walked back out
across the mirror's other side...

©2006-2007 *l0v3l3ss

Cause I'm always jealous... Please tell me you understand!

Thought #23: Dirge for a lost princess

The streets have felt her footsteps
as she wandered through the crowds,
her crystal shoes would echo
every time she'd move about

The crown she wore upon her head
spoke of her royal blood,
her fancy gown would still suggest
the elegance she had

Some saw her as an apparition
and those remained untouched,
to few revealed fully exposed,
her skills were quite unmatched

Her legend shone intensified
each time 'twas said she'd killed,
the dragons and the demon fiends,
their insides she had spilled

Unholy lands were purified,
their kings were overruled,
she messed with every evil scheme,
the wisemen she had fooled

Returning to her homeland,
the one she most adored
had been possessed and found no rest
to kill him he implored

The sudden, awful twist of fate,
she couldn't bear to watch,
she carried out her lover's wish
and fled in great remorse

Crying for months for what she'd done,
she vanished from all sight,
her psyche damaged, heart turned dark,
she sought her inner light

The Furies shadowed her en route,
they meddled with her mind,
she left cadavers here and there,
her sorrow made her blind

Fear not! for she won't penetrate
the heart of every man
she has found peace, please stand at ease,
I'll sing as best I can

For I'm the only bard alive
who knows her tale in full,
please listen to the words I say,
my lyre's sullen tune

Her famous, strong phantasmal sword
dexterously she'd wield,
but she found solace now, at last,
and forced herself to yield

Come join the grim pavane I say,
the stately dance of yore,
my lady's feats, her sweet repose,
are told in books of lore...

©2006 *l0v3l3ss

Thought #22: a prelude

solemn soul sitting silently, simply staring
fearfully facing fractured facades, fragile fortresses

a bold, corruptive, deceptive, effeminate, frivolous, gay, hated, immortalized, jubilant, keen, lonesome, most needed overture...

Crystal Cocoon by l0v3l3ss

Thought #10

Elysian whips nor golden showers
erotic slings nor black-thorned flowers
will soothe your love-worn, tired soul
that of an empty, ragged doll

but your pathetic love's pursuit
made you another one recruit
to play your kinky little games
your monstrous appetite it tames

the harm they've done to every place
your satin sheets, your slutty lace
is swept away once in your eyes
one looks to find no pool of lies

the truthful waters show a child
unnurtured, lonely, sad, yet wild
the greenish meadows for a while
even a saint they can beguile

masochistic compulsion by l0v3l3ss

Thought #9

The scornful look of disbelief
your disregard and vile relief
the muttered insults causing pain
your disappearance in the rain

The empty seat inside your heart
one claims his own, we fall apart
the journey to uncertainty
is all what's left inside of me

Under the veil of tears and muck
my only hope you come to suck
crowning a prince to rule them all
now it's my time to feel so small

DEthroneMENT by l0v3l3ss

Thought #8

"Tuesday morning"
Feels like ages will have to go by

your image burning my eyes
the sound of your voice in my ears all the time
your subtle touch sustains my body
a smell like no other

only the taste of your lips will release me from the spell

until that time comes
I'll continue to twist and turn in my bed
making love to air molecules
an uncredited contortionist

I'd rather learn some alchemy
to make things easier for me
with my concocted magic potion

somnambulant copulation by l0v3l3ss

Thought #7

Mommy, why does it have to hurt so?
What's wrong with me?
Why am I crying so?
Why is there no blood to show?

Mommy, can't you see I'm suffering?
What's wrong with me?
Is it my muffled breath?
Is it the tears I secretly shed?

What can the doctor see?
The bloated chest?
My swollen eyes?
The heart's the one on the demise!

I'll cast myself in plaster
Such will be my final burden
The final sound a death-rattle

Incubus by l0v3l3ss (that's me!)

Thought #6

Mind-sculpting again
another chip and the work will be finished
two figures constrained
limbs entwined
in an eternal slumber

one figure's eyes open
still dreaming
still thinking
its soul as imagined by the artist
a bound chest
chains holding it above a cold stone floor

the other figure's eyes shut
its soul remains a mystery, a dark blur

both hope the other breaks the silence
but when this happens
a thousand swords will pierce the chest
the dark blur will cover everything

what of the salvation
to an unrequited love

Thought #1

Looking at Defrag by nebu inspired me to write something once again. fragmented is the title.

drive through my skull
i ve used all the morphine i could find
immobilized nullified
i won t feel a thing
or so i hope

pulverize my brain
the weight of thoughts is unbearable
repressed words held tween gritted teeth

fuck my soul
you horn of plenty

naked an abomination
a hidden disease

but look at me!
all dressed up
most phony a smile

savour every second
just revel in my pain