Love s Sarcastic Bloody Blots

Put on fire – wrath is smelly
Help of tasting pain and soul
Goodnight sleeping doesn’t help me
Leaves in stomach sour stain.

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Put on fire – wrath is smelly.
Sleepy fires - I know none.
Shocking also doesn’t help me
Sheen is pain, I am a morone...

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Goodnight, my stomach stain,
I say every night …
I should have known it’s the brain
That I need cut out...

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Killer sees the bloody trait,
Killers kill the bees,
Victims not prepared are they
When they think they’re flies.

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How can one pretend to be
A leaf of something green
When the blood is flowing, flowing
Drowning, humming in me.

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I had one brain,
And off it went
I looked for it again -
Will I find it in the end?

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Buzzzzzzz buzzzzz buzz
Kill the bees, kill the flees,
Kill the mosquitoes, and the trees
Kill the sun, kill the dead
Kill everything you presume
as a threat...

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I would sleep and sleep
Only if I knew
Where is such a bed
That all my pieces in one will put.

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BUT I will love to cut it all –
Veins, and hearts, and liver
Without sleep, I am just a howl
Who love cannot deliver.

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Skin of dots – blood red blots
Sleep I want – it does not come
I WANT PEACE, MY MIND WON’T CEASE
I am such a disaster, I really need plaster!
 
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I need bandage to stop the bleeding,
To stop the killers coming
I need carriage, to take me
There, where no one is going.

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Illusions, love,
Delusions, responsibility,
How does one tell himself
That it’s all reality
Through such insecurity.

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I want to be like tranquil scale
But now I go along unbalanced
One should be sitting on the other end -
But how do I know who the one is ...

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When I was little, I remember
My sis and I we slept
One next to the other
And whenever she was scared
I caressed and comforted her
And she went again to bed.

I never wept, thus never knew
My sis was too my peaceful sleep
Just by being there for me
Just by being next to me.

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Mildest liver, mildest guts – are you nuts?
With this bloody story told, how can one
No matter how old
Go to sleep any night, let alone be good
For the love’s first sight?


14 April 2003