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Home rips open my exo-skeleton

When I abandon my home spirit
things start to grow weary.
As painful memories consume me
how will I know to never look back at anger?
The morning smell begs
creativity wants its place it calls haven.
New areas & new faces
adjusting to spark for inspiration,
but as time goes by,
the years bring me to decay.

My real home is where I belong -
If I don’t return, then I might as well drive myself
into complete madness.

 

Over @dVerse, Abhra has us writing on coming home.

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Posted by on August 12, 2014 in Nano X

 

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Bozo the clown killed Mr. funny Nose

I’m too high for me
to train a metallic wind.
Before Don Knotts,
there we’re Dino-hippies
trying to eat watermelon cinema.
We shot the king pope
with a can of flowers
and some ginger bread shine. Amen!

 

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Posted by on August 7, 2014 in Nano X

 

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How a pink unicorn drank absinthe from Superman’s Heart

7 Greek gods march towards the mouth of superman,
pretending to cleanse his mind; from a genocidal madman.
A black swan licks the rotten egg -
much like Neptune who only prays to one leg.
Muted screams sparkle consciousness above a master raven,
the gods not once believed that there is a heaven.
And so the ice-queen slices the question in half;
something to always contradict, while sarcasm points to a laugh.
The violinist accuses the vengeful crocodiles
of murdering the sky, nature herself shall return with a hateful smile
a bluesman playing the saxophone,
should turn Greek gods into foaming apparatus telephones.

 

 

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Posted by on August 5, 2014 in Nano X

 

Seven ways of saying DMT

The red crow drank
the Wasteland swine flu.
A Clowns tripping on mushrooms,
watching the horse is teeth turn into razors.
Strip down pronunciations.
Hurry before the Novocain Idiots come.
Slow phantoms experimenting
with fumes & cartoons.
Alphabetical H -
Poetry forges the stars.
Overdosing on whispers
is impossible.
Everybody’s smoking weed
next to the 8 double crucifix devils.

D 0110
M 110
T 000

DMTDMTD
M              M
T                T
D              D
M               T
T               M
DMTDMTD

Ibuprofen impregnates blue fiction.
Prototype humans are Darwin’s natural selection.

 

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Posted by on July 29, 2014 in Nano X

 

Bizarre embryos covered in dead metaphors

When I speak, my voice turns
into ancient fire.
Merely everything I thought was consumed;
ended up mustering in XYZ.
Disfigured words want to be kings.
Golden flowers peel the skies organs.
Your teeth feel wrinkled after chewing on halos.
Salvation grew claws
but you’re ego shaved its spirit.
Magick without technology
will mutate our faces by translucent ashes.
Solitary vomits twilight goo.
My heart dresses very androgynous.
I would unmask my finger tips
but I’d rather show you
how the reflection of me appears to be a timeless classic.

 

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Posted by on July 24, 2014 in Nano X

 

Big flesh eating clocks exploded the soft novels

To experiment the question
few have to ask if the subject itself
is a ticking shadow waiting to slow down Time.
Smash science and its orgasm events.
Philosophical hour glass belongs to Isaac Newton.
Human diversity slices their machinery dementia.
Astronomy holds me at ransom
with fewer life-spans to live.

Past – Quantum zero
Present – Davinci IBM
Future – An intergalactic Bob

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Posted by on July 22, 2014 in Nano X

 

Food dishes became the new racial fashion

Kazakhstan, Sorry Borat but I’m not fond
of your food dishes like Beşbarmaq,
they are completely racist against
Switzerland’s Fondue.
Democratic Republic of the Congo -
nothing beats Moambe sauce
than racially discriminating against Pakistan’s Biryani;
it looks like diarrhea soup,
oh! Wait? That’s my face.
Venezuela builds wars out of Lego toys
should Nicaragua cook Gallo pinto with pubic hair bombs?
I see a new Hollywood movie in the making.

Iraq, my apologies madam for staring
at your exquisite rack…I must’ve ate too much Masgouf.
Belgium prepares the best Moules-frites,
shit! I feel like watching Austin Powers now.
Singapore, okay I’m not a marine biologist
but you’re country is having way too much sex
and eating lots of Chilli Crabs,
make sure you go get a check up from the doctors;

hopefully it’s not an STD.
Puerto Ricans love dancing to Ricky Martins
Livin’ la Vida Loca – and no I’m not crazy just eccentric.
New Zealand & Iran – what can I say about these two;
first – I don’t eat Bacon and egg pie,
second – I never ran from anything in my entire life
expect me being chased by baby pimps.
Jamaica Rest in Peace Bob Marley,
Thailand well, I can’t wear a tie to an interview genius
I think I’ll just hang out with a thousand Island dressing.
Vietnamese cook the best bun Bo;
Does anyone want to watch Full Metal Jacket?
Mexico and their tacos…they taste magically delicious.
What about Turkey? Well, It’s ironic I’m a vegan for Christ sake.

 

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Posted by on July 17, 2014 in Nano X

 
 
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