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IT WAS A BLUE, BLUE MOON
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Our desolate, far-flung city
hung as endless and true as a corpse,
with its pitiful ruins lit dim with a hue
and shaded by a still and eternal blue moon.
All days remained as night
as all my veins were drained
inside of our ancient cemetery
of crazed adoration and theft.

My love and I, we catch such tired eyes
as she marches long and soldier-like
through the hard lines of men, or machines
I cannot tell the difference.

This cruel indifference, in the days of my youth,
was the one thing out of all which I could not bare,
and so I grabbed her hand before it dared to fade.
I kissed its poor and lovely back in a wanton glory,
and then the blood began to draw.

First it came in sparse, trickled beads through her tiny pours.
Then in a thickening, red flood of deep rose
that emerged from out of her dainty little fingers and wrists,
spilling out with a sickening sound upon the cobblestone night
and upon my weary naked feet.

The city ground was fed and satisfied with our gift,
and from there the broken things beneath would begin to grow.
My soul was without a dam to break, or to hold
the slow flood of my own horrified heart
from those cold, and endless streets.

Such was the life,
lit by the mocking blue of our eternal moon
as it shone true and forever upon my scarred back.
I walked out my years amongst the trash cars
the filthy casket bars, and the tombstone alleys,
with my ears echoing mad with piercing screams
of crazed souls howling into the depths.
This cruel, primitive metropolitan war waged on
and we came to don perfect suits of broken bottle
and sinful, rusty tin for our new skins.

Time then ran with the jet plane,
with the faint streak of a lonely comet,
far above our little beds and the prayers never said,
far and farther beyond the expectations of our scaled minds.
Like magic, the wrinkles and folds encased our shells,
and my mistress of life, she would smile so vicious,
the paint flaking in course stabs from her stone cheeks.
Skin and bones we were as we made sorrowful love,
starved and dreary, decadent but strong,
hanging bleak and solemn, bitterly wise in our place
within that eternal blue after-glow,
of a lost planet which we determined as but a ghost.

Without any guilty intent, or foolish hindrance
without any resistance to fate and its inevitable wing,
we fell lightly and relieved into death's eternal good sleep
with smiles jointly from ear to ear upon the ancient cemetery plain.
Happier than the wine of our best years,
bolder than the lions of our dreamy Serengeti,
we fell deep from our broken city of crazed adoration and theft,
fading from the blue to the purple, and back, back
deepening into a final black.

And we felt more peace than we ever had
for the long, longest time.

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Man this one is such a TRIP!!! Love how you make us travel all over the place man. And also like how you close them always with a PUNCHING few words. This: fading from the blue to the purple, and back, back
deepening into a final black.
IS AWESOME!!!

Good job again man.

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^ So glad that you can enjoy my work, man. Even if no one read them, I'd still continue to write, but it's nice to have that feedback. Thanks a bunch, Sir!

Blue Moon is partly inspired by an eerie dream I had just last night. Been having a lot of those lately, but that's alright with me, as they have their due place in a writer's mind.

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And I'll continue to support your writing endeavours.

But yeah, these weird dreams are part of my life. lol

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Gotta love those crazy, fucked up dreams, man. Upon psychological introspection, they're just damned intriguing. What I like is the fact that all of the symbolism connected with our emotions, memories and the random shit we go through during our day can reveal quite a bit about our subconscious thought process. They're like psych. tools for understanding your own Self, if you analyze them logically. The lucid ones can be incredible too.

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I skip the analysing them up part. They make absolutely NO LOGIC at all. lol

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^ Yeah, a lot of mine are pretty nonsensical as well. Just strange conglomerations of randomness. Although some dreams of mine, while rich with abstract bizarreness, can be strangely linear...almost like a short story. Those ones are the most powerful ones for me.

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Yeah I dig short ones too. They're the most powerful I think too. smile

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I love this and I think it's the right place to put it. big_smile

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Roses are red
Violets are greener
I think about you when i touch my weiner

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Roses are Blood
Violets are pain
And the rest is Terror

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Colette Bryce wrote:

When a poem is written, like a fully remembered dream, its meaning can be withheld for a long time.

For you bro Creature man boy. big_smile

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kXnPunk wrote:
Colette Bryce wrote:

When a poem is written, like a fully remembered dream, its meaning can be withheld for a long time.

For you bro Creature man boy. big_smile

Nice. Quite true, too. A good bunch of my poems still seem foreign to me as I re-read them. Though I know I wrote them with a lot of energy and feeling, so they have considerable meanings.

Was going through some of my old work, found this verse which I thought was kinda funny:

My face may be an abstraction
But oh boy, yours is the main attraction
You've got stuff I've never seen before
Something ghoulish and lost to ancient lore
No doubt about it, God fucked that one up for sure.

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I just have one thing to say...

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^^^ lol Perfection.

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Hahaha Yeah. big_smile