DRASTIC MEASURES:
Dreams are helium balloons in the bubble of raising lives. Try to surpass the ozone layer of realities. Explosions of temptations touch the black holes of consciousness. We may be alive in this invention in polymer of relations. Drastic measures fall through in our skeptic controversies. Because humans are yet to be real in their existences.
Millions of hands hold the pressure of innovative holes in the socio-culture . Because, humans are yet to be free from their calamity of mundane elevations. They survive after all, after all this realistic dramas in their genes and blood vessels. Shredded down all tar and greasy lubrications of emotions. Still in every curves of the roads dusts are friendly with microscopic insects.
How much electric signals of brains can make humans stand, on their feet, hills or tows? Escalators, lifts and stairs suck out all the electricity of brains in their dusts. Clean them with care end of the day in this floating city. Floating on the ocean, air or breaths of humans in their layers.
HUMAN LIKE FEROCIOUS ANIMALS
All those filthy craps about your dominance do not work in our modern society. Because modernity rejects all filth or “poverty of thoughts”. Drowning in thoughts appears to be so poor in reality. Poverty remains as a construction only in our propensity. Dignity never been so vast in our knowledge before. Your colony, aggression, all remains as rejected past of unconscious.
I will force into your thoughts to make you understand I’m better than you, and I was. What scale measures me, which makes me inferior? When you did not even know who you are in the face of civility or civilisation where humans belong for centuries. You are savage in the history that I read, like all other civil societies. You are naive in the nature which remained shame in human history.
All those glittering metals not precious in practical. Because human turds also glitter sometimes. Scientifically, you are failure what you ponder in your grammar of politics, where I spit everyday. Logically you are a slave trader what you wonder, where I piss everyday. Your knowledge is nothing but cultivation of crime which teaches human what not to do. You are conspiracy theory in human history that you cannot delete. Humans will set aside your archives those manifest ferocious animals larking in other’s society.
Velvety torso left the guidance of brassiere leaving the marks on her back. Purple nipples sugary temptations paralyzed my teeth, tongue, throat, gut reacts to my arbitrary senses. Drove her into my breath then glittering eyes. Hold me tight lose me amended courtesy from your veracity of love. Straw me out from discomforts hiding my neck, west belly button. Precise conditions of our hearts pounding bloods to every organ touched gently over, alone. Lone, belonged.
Farce out cleavage, savage mystery stretching calamity of Synology. Pressed into glory of creator, symbiotic catastrophe. Jolt into mumbling chronology of servitude. Latitude ups and downs with denials. Love or love me not, plot out the warmth of your genital against my strengthening cultivation. Portion, pluton surged out polyphonic harmony drafting reliance of closeness. Brittle out the falling neurons, cells vessels of devices.
LUST
Don’t throw up when you drink, it looks like you are wasted. Don’t be so sure when you look up in the sky with their glittering lights, they might be old and fake. Don’t think everything is real in this world or what they dosed into your ears. I can tell you right at this moment when I touch you with love that’s real, as real as my heart beat you might wanna feel.
I will bury all the goodness of this world if my love is not real, even in my kiss if you think not enough electricity. I will touch you like storm, flood and all other disasters of the nature you can imagine. I will fuck you like a bastard, because my love is real.
Not enough lights in this city, not enough sweat to build it high, as high and sweaty that you can imagine. I will throw you from the tallest building of this city if you think, just for once, just for one moment that I can catch. I can catch you, whenever you fall. Even in this room when you feel my aggression might kill you like a beast.
POLITIX OF DRUGS
People vote me for my ideas those I invent before them. I don’t mind to be proud for this. People hate me for ideas those I invent before them. It’s democracy, you know what I mean , everything has negative and positive. I stand for my view, you might ponder, I am real. I hold back for my disabilities, you might create. I never lose, believe or not, you might be surreal.
People are so liquid in my world, I have duties to control them. I do, I’ll be promiscuous in your cultivation of thoughts. Tell me how do you act or stand for your sovereignty. People are drugs for me, I have been inhaling life long and I will. No limit of doses to cure me at all, I can tell.
Taking the last breath after walking all the roads of imagination. Me or my invention may be creation of anyone who is supreme but I’m not. I’m not the last person who will, who fall for the love of people. People who are in your draft, notes, books, landscape, or architecture of humanities. I’m sedative if you inhale me, I’m positive, if you believe me, I’m not anything but your vote that you cast me.
LOVE MAY BE VENOM
Hallucinating numbness kills the hunger of sadness. Pains are dripping galvanize in the neck of bottle. Our love can be Plaster of Paris for the monuments people will pray in future. Because we are the foremost civilisation in the history of nature.
Grass is blue sometimes when they are lonely. Raindrops carry away the metaphors of intercourse. Because our love always given birth of the legends. Kiss me like you never had a man like me before. Bury me in the grave of your precious arousals. I’ll breath into your flames those glittering like Perl and Diamond.
End of it all, you are, me, may be our love like venoms. Blushes away the bow of your dominating eyes on my senses. I’m to feel the toxic subjugation of your body, breasts and whatsoever you may hide in your amour. Churning upon your jargon of prolix or cumbersome feelings in my existences. Before you or after, I’m ready to melt with your venom that manifests our love and all.
THE OTHER ENDS OF THE WORLD
Sometimes murmur of trees don’t break the silence of darkness in this premise. So dark and clumsy for foot steps. He was observing third eye blind. Hair follicles respondents to goose bumps of filthy night. Harmful venoms of nature carry him away from his visions. Harvard, deep sea, scary waves of grey disaster. Can’t remember where his sinking boat was. Whether anchored or not, he is alive.
So as he sees in his flourishing eyes on his laying head. Sands, stones, pearls become worthless in his dying self crying to survive for once. Who could possibly make an end of raising sirens of forebear, moan or whatsoever he might bury in his brain and conscious. Nature sleeps with everyone alive in her hands and breasts. Hope for the best as he always. Sunlight will bring tomorrow and happiness craving in every breath of his fainted body, soul and praying eyes. Set him free, let him be like all others who never stopped discovering what was at the other ends of everything in this world.
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