adrena

We are the Beat, beat, beat
the last of the bohemians
killed, hunted
to extinction
by the future
last of the libertines
a whisper on the wind
that screams
of forgotten
streams of consciousness
and anarchism

We travel lonely
Fragmented roads
leading to promised lands
outside the bankrolling nation
and we tap out our rhythm
Beat, Beat, Beat;
Tap, Tap, Tap;
Syncopations of the heart...
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She looks up from a book, The Rainbow, she has been studying for the last half hour, brushing a dyed strand of burgundy hair from her face and pausing for a moment to study his face,
Did humans stand up first or did they speak first?
They spoke after standing up, he says in coy reply, not lifting his head to let his dark brown...
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try to remember how to play Oregon Trail,came accross a file on my computer, went nowhere, had no name, a pile of broken dishes outside the door, tripped over while rushing to the waking bedside of an angel child, spent the night dreaming of sirens and phoenix languages, rustling a brilliant red curl, and envoking jealously of the mind, waking, ability to turn off and...
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He walked into the room and looked at the young woman tied to a dinner table chair, her legs bound to her arms behind the back of the chair. He put the gun he had been carrying down on the table next to her chair. She hung her head to one side as if drunk, or in this case drugged. He walked up to her,...
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I am sad
A heaviness I cannot explain
That I know I cannot communicate
Is weighing upon my heart
Memory
Pains that I cannot escape
Sleepless nights
Twisted in dreams and sheets
A wish to stay immortal
To drive the demon back
Unaware of being free already
Walking out of remembrance
Backwards
Dark alley nights
Watching white wolves feasting
Shades of grief
Fall beneath my...
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i want to slow down and capture my own imagination
place it in a jar
and leave it on a shelf
to sit
to fester
to grow angry
and to stop thinking
of the things
you did
behind my back

the power it has over my brain
makes me tremble on every occasion
and makes me decide
to sleep the rest of the day
in...
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what was the wind thinking
blowing clouds my way
foam on waterfalls in the midnight sky
i can just barely descibe them that way
without tearing a piece of the brain
from within my head



i am so tired, over worked i think, but not really it is just that money is sooooooo tight right now, it always has been all my life, but now...
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Something in a passing wind
Stops to make the head turn,
Cocked in quiet contemplation
Of surging sensations,
As if power
As if understanding,
Were drifting on open sails
Meant to be clasped from without gods hand
Comprehendible even in mortal minds
Still so naked and larval
Among intellects in the universe
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there is more, i think, still brewing. . . . . .

Something in a passing wind
Stops to make the head turn
Cocked in quiet contemplation







Read the letters on the tombstone of a friend
What is missing in these paled memories?
Something about the love we shared
Lost in the gloom of light shaded by time

I will disappear
When given a chance
taken before forethought
can enter the scene
to free fall into the spaces of you
never intending to return
settling into an altruistic realm of unforgiving reality
created while watching my body moving over yours
across your skin
slick with the sweat formed amid
flashes of passion
caught in the cold air of Winters night
not long to...
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