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RED ALERT - Shuffle off this Mortal Coil

Slave
in all but name
living disproof of
the so called
liberty

Mortal
no ichor for you
you shall toil in the soil
till you shuffle off this mortal coil
TESLA COIL
tesla
coil
electrons tingle burn
wisps of smoke enveloping burning flesh
electrons
will electrify
and sharpen the senses
nearsighted neurons are history
struck by lightning
alert
hypervigilant
RED ALERT
reds are coming
everyone is for peace except me
who want war
just because of the music
and from then
things get different

They had a battery handy
electrricity of mind
a firsthand experience
to charge me up
full force
action potential propagation going through my head
helping me to keep my wits about me
helping me to exorcise dullness
and all the inherent stupidity
that I have taken a fervent dislike to
o my goodness
where shall this path lead
what will become of me

Bolsheviks and The Black Hundreds


A monarchy without a monarch is a terrible thing
obsequious leechy lecher
filthy thing dancing tango
the last tango, but this "last" tango will last forever
namely, it's the case that one of the two is a rotten corpse

Nom de plume: The Squalid
owner of 300 serfs
but zero dicks
holed up in that stronghold of his
choked with corpses
300 serfs, 600 hands are coming to choke him
as
stronghold morphs into
stranglehold
oh that siren voice
in a haze of joy you are sailing
tomorrow squire
war sirens will be wailing

Fists flying

at walls
nails leaving behind
thin rills of blood

Fists flying

in a spray of blood
severed limbs
red thirst satiated
meat hammer
won't be hungry won't be craving for more
until tomorrow

Och allt jämtsom ack vi var.

THE GRAIN THAT BREAKS THE BRIDGE
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An average mortal

or not

not a very
average one

it calls for debate
yes it does

but

no matter what
a mortal
a rather
depressed one
suffering from
modest anxiety
persistent dystymia
fatalistic depressive apathy
so bouts of deeper anguish but seldom wihtout sympathy

In the recesses of the mind
burn memories
a whole life
of
out-of-the-way remarks
hitting snags
falling down
failures
that yet somehow
burn away the darkness
shortcomings most numerous
that prove that there is light yet in this world

Grain
after grain
a ton of them
burden the bridge
bridge
an average one,
bulges
but won't
collapse

CRANIUM SHUT OUT LAST RAY OF HOPE
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Open-mindedness
minds open
opened sliced with a scalpel
far too
open
brain
exposed
cortex burning in the pink fire
of cognition and torment
in a heavily
curtained room
open and
closed-in
at the
same
time

Nothing in
the world
to mar the scene
except
there is no scene to mar
and a crowd much into the habit
of meticulously choosing flowers

Roses
for you
for pain
thorns hungry for your iron

Dahlias
for your grave

Lilies of the fragrant kind
for the sepulchre

Safe to say
perception was
these flower aficionados
had a screw loose

NOVA
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Troubled, in distress
long ago I gave up hope
glad
they did not

They went out of their way to help me
no warmth had found
it's way to this place
even impossible
to force a smile
but their hands managed to reach to me
drag me out of the murky water

David Lynchs ande svävar över den här stanzan.


Den här var Kafka. En nihilistisk pärla.
Mycket hög nivå på språk och metaforer.

THIN ICE FOGGY DAY
------------------------



In the realm of foxes
there is something singular and charming in naivité
where the iron fist of dogma reigns
haze is welcome for a change soothing for what runs in veins

For absolute answers I have no desire
the unfailing habit of failing is good enough for this squire
labyrinthic mazes
convulted chains of nebulous assumptions
broken and most flawed more often than not
fills me with calm not dread or rot

Thin ice foggy day
a nerve cure, the most pleasant hang-out I say
as I promenade with caution and foresight
I know nothing and less and I walk on clouds with greatest delight

Endearment an Unconsolable Withdrawal
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Move
move with alacrity
you are no stranger to haste

Shout out your joy
savagely with zeal
in tongues long forgotten nothing but mementos remain
shout
with tongues removed with hot pliers
still pink twitching red with blood muted pain

Your warmth
envelopes me
in loving you are without peer
this golden generosity
gains upon me
as I watch ripples travel through rye fields
a happy observer of a blessed land

Älskar hur du använder dig av ords multipla betydelser. Här tongue, i en annan dikt var det sirens och fists flyings.

Hade du slängt in en Lord Jesus här (det är en religiös uppenbarelse i diktjaget), hade du kunnat e Sixteen Horsepower tonsätta det.

bra
som vanligt!
a strong agnostic statement.

Crackling
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worthless
meatbrain
you told me in reply
it was hurting
for a person physically weak
who always took pride
in being smart (cretinous cow)
I resent you for that
futhermore to tip it all off
it struck the vegetarian nerve
the nerve that runs through the spine
meatbrain
meatbrain
maltreatment of my eardrum

shame on you
a spot of sunshine
a fuligine speck of rainbow
a silenced scream frosty blue

a cheer_from what I gather_sounds from the clouds
hard to discern
happy
sad?
an imperative incitement to violence?
no matter what
warped_twisted_distorted

trained to
be a good swordmaster
of renown admired in tapestry-hung halls
the one who fought
with the hilt
not with the pointed end
cardia cardia cardiac arrest
gone_gentle_good_grace
I love you
love you alot
warped_twisted_distorted_rot!