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Let man play chess.
Let him think every pawn his ally
every rook his friend
Both bishops holy
Let him think is knights have only honor
And his castle warm and safe
Let him love his queen more than he knows
And then watch him lose it all.
Hey. Hi. Hello.
It’s hard to keep up with it right?
i don’t write as much as I should
and I don’t like and comment as much as I should be
because there’s a lot of brilliance here and it’s underappreciated
i want to say life gets in the way but we all know we could make time
honestly I’m in the way of myself
ive seen a lot of people come and go on deviant art
Their work and presence fades away
let’s hope we don’t as well
more stuff coming, I’m just getting out of a painting project and I’ve got a few ideas towards maturing my writing.
And an actual novel to be ready by spring
let
Something I was working on
Sometimes I feel it most when I'm not there.
In a green haze fazed, next to the girl with the purple hair.
I take a sip slipping quick deeper.
The black couch with the mad slouch, leaning with the sleepers.
She tips a kiss mixed with a fit and then falls apart.
these people dumb, frozen and numb. They ain't got no hearts.
I draw blanks, my memory banks and thoughts loom.
The red rose with girls posed like portraits up in the bedrooms.
Crashing basement amps and flashes of slower lights.
Conversations with shady vamps
that hide in like lower life's.
Dark places in small spaces splattered with blue paint.
The blacklight shows the past life of
just more thoughts
tell me where the people go..
there are names crossed out under art
they chose to leave but made their mark
nobody speaks of the ghosts
an uncaring world maybe i the most
but today i wonder somewhat aloud
not for the sick, the dead, or those lost in a crowd
for in this moment i implore to know
tell me where the people go?
just wrote this
its raw unpunctuated
and not my best
i could explain to you in detail
what the poem above means to me
and what i wanted to express to you
but i hate that. honestly i wish my art would Warrant no questions
i am at the base of my soul unconventional
so when i draw or paint or write im h
Devious Journal Entry
Shun the blue sky..
It lies, it lies.
In shades to hide My cocaine high,
One taste to buy the sun.
Such fire wasted on my breath,
All the loud that's in my lungs.
I'm hungry full of desperate glee,
See me thee who all I be.
blame the purple moon.
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