on auxiliary thought
it doesn’t seem
as if life can get
too heavy but
my bones no longer
care to witness
the simple matter
that is before me
time is lost but like
my bones it prefers
to be in limbo and
time, she knows distance
is for my own good
apart from some golden
days and some hours
made of lead i can stand
up and smile at Pluto
my fourth grade friend
on the yard where
riddles stood for rites of passage
your lip moves a little
eye lids wild sleep takes you
i imagine i kiss you and i ever so lightly
touch your arm hold your calloused hand your scent invades me as i yearn to be taken
yet in your waking hours you revoke permission of my eyes
landing on you
i could watch for ever your gray eyes trap me
you laugh at me my smile drops in
as i feign glee outwardly the flower i brought you
has wilted away then i sang you my love on bloody knee
you stood over me and shook your head
i’m in love with this, enjoy everyone. Thanks Violet.
confieso
que
soy de
corazón salvajemente inquieta
orgullosa de ser quien soy
cuando lagrimas caen de mis ojos son hielo
mi sonrisa parte piedras y mis puñaladas son de amor niña brava voladora
música que grita de mi alma volcán de las diosas manchada en esplendor negro y rojo mil banderas en el cielo
mis botas marchan así al los terrenos desconocidos para conquistar toda la sabiduría humo violento de cien civilizaciones corren en la sangre industrial con guitarras y altavoces ídolos del circulo somos dueños del espacio
mis garras sucias con pecados inocentes mi maquillaje esconde la verdad del sonido eterno rebeldía dulce universo en mi ojo verde
en la ciudad de las estrellas todos brillamos en los cartones y mansiones
mas rápido quiero velocidad arrancar mi peso y volar
con mis pulseras de plástico
tatuajes de acero
labios callados
vida
punkroquera
eu confesso
o que
sou de
coração descontrolado
orgulho de ser quem eu sou
quando as lágrimas caem dos meus olhos são gelo
meu sorriso parte pedras e meus esfaqueamentos são de amor voando menina corajosa
música que grita da minha alma deusas do vulcão manchadas em esplendor negro e bandeiras vermelhas mil no céu
minhas botas marcham assim para as terras desconhecidas para conquistar toda a sabedoria violenta fumaça de cem civilizações corridas no sangue industrial com guitarras e oradores ídolos do círculo nós possuímos o espaço
meus sujos com pecados inocentes minha maquiagem esconde a verdade do eterno som doce universo rebelde em meu olho verde
na cidade das estrelas, todos nós brilhamos nas caixas e mansões
mais rápido eu quero velocidade para puxar meu peso e voar
com minhas pulseiras de plastico
tatuagens de aço
lábios silenciosos
vida
punkrocker
confessing
what
i am a
wildly restless heart
proud to be who i am
when tears fall from my eyes they are ice
my smile splits stones and my punches are pure love brave flying girl
music that screams from my soul volcano goddesses stained in black and red splendor a thousand flags in the sky
my boots march to unknown lands to conquer all wisdom violent smoke of a hundred civilizations run in the industrial blood with guitars and amplifiers idols of the circle we own the space
my dirty nails with innocent sins my makeup hides the truth of the eternal sound rebellious sweet universe in my green eye
in the city of stars we all shine in the boxes and mansions
faster i want speed to pull my weight and fly
with my plastic bracelets
steel tattoos
silent lips
life
punkrocker
prodigal daughter
rest your weary spirit now
welcome to your home
Moon,
forgive my
untender truth
your soft light
cannot fertilize
like the Sun’s atomic
beams blazing on
my barren scarred
womb where there
might be hope, still
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cracked
brittle
wilted heart
tear stained stars
foot steps quick ahead tonight
path crumbles in the coming of the light
blown kisses of holy waifs of the past who hold the saddened skylines tiny roads turn to the west with hunger
seeking a forgiveness for the crossing into a dimension of dandelions and dragons chasing rainbows in x-ray negative a vision quest of uncertainty where the road breaks into infinity amongst baby green silent hills
in transition there are trenches carved in judgment waiting for the sentence of a higher kind for actions of wasted time
the mile is longer than the wings of messengers as my legs tremble
road of life cobbled in touchstones signaling slowly
daring us to move on
alone all together
once more
whole
the machine was old and mean pulled back handle bars American Flag distressed were the rides up and down Ventura Boulevard and into the deepness of Sun Valley party time AC/DC now and forever rowdy wives with livers made of steel mechanical ponies the moving parts yelling at the sky laughing liberty cries the dream was fought for no agent here orange or otherwise free baby be free we are your family and bandanas back then hid no bullets implicities and explicities were fought with fist of bone and skin love hard brains last intuition in the middle we are all brothers here vested leather and denim soldiers rock and roll gods women of the temple riding smoking to the ground while the sons of no fortune rode into the sunset of my eyes and your loving arm wrapped around my 3 year old shoulder praying for me
pulse of the spirit
controlled by the chemical
lonely is the soul
clock tocks waiting in
the lobby of the broken
window is now barred
dosing is coming
when our dusk has no meaning
of faces we wear
words less spoken 