Authors & Poets

“Be my
Princess”
he said
to me
My answer
as always
was
“They don’t
exist”

“Be my
prince”
I said
to him
His answer
questioning
as always
was
“they are
fairytales
aren’t they?”

Princes
and Princesses
Tales and
Fairies
Poets
and Authors
Who Am I?
Do you know?
Can You Guess?

“Be my
lover and
friend?”
they asked
of each
other
not understanding
the
totality of
their words

“Be there
for me?
Rotate around
me
out in
Earth’s orbit?
Can We?”
Will they?

Princes
and Princesses
Tales and
Fairies
Poets
and Authors
Who Am I?
Do you know me?

He loves
fine art
poetry
reading
and me
Quite possibly
he’s into
taming
lions
I think

 

Rec·i·proc·i·ty

She wonders
what he
smells
like
She wonders
what he
will taste
like

She wanders
around
aimlessly
waiting
as time
passes
He doesn’t
give
a god damn
who she is
really

She wonders
why
people
are closed
off
Why they
wear masks
Why they
refuse
to reciprocate
Why are they
so afraid?

She wanders
around
in the dark
Night blindness
the only
thing
intact
Vision loss
peripheal vision
missing
She writes
instead
of a future
date
that
may or
may not
ever happen

She wonders
why
people
are closed
off
Why they
wear masks
Why they
refuse
to reciprocate
Why are they
so afraid?

Step out
of the dark
into the light
with or
without me
I don’t
fucking care
anymore
I only
know one
thing:
What I
write
matters
in the end
In the grand
scheme
of
all things

Your allowances
at times
stupify me

 

 

 

The Sombrero Man

Dreaming of
Valhalla Vikings
Free Markets
on scoring
scoring
One to Zero
all are busted
The Trade Route
is the
Wall St. Market
House Of Lions
also LEO
Zion Market
where is Jesus?
Where’d you
put him?
He’s gone
missing so
they told me

MARKETS MARKETS
oh so many
Darknet Heroes
Thor & Ragnar
Leagues & Gardens
Majestic Traders
Asian
Silk Roads
Three point
oners
Status link
says
This URL
is broken
over
Shop is closed!
Market Down
CEO’s hear
jail doors
slamming

PekarMarket
let’s go
Russia
Infinite bitcoin
shoppers shopping
Clever nevers
products missing
Pyramid Markets
total scheming
VENDOR SHOPS
on every corner
Paris has
The French Connection!

Charlie UK
Lads & Chaps
ToYouTeam
skunks the game
EuroPills
orders missing
Fight Club has
dogs & chickens
Maghreb is
Hashish and oil
Mollyworld’s a
rollers scene
in general
ElHerbolario is
The Sombero Man
YourDrug
of Choice here
is
The Church
of Highs

Dutch Magic
shrooms & tunes
Soulkush Mary
is with Jane
Stoned100
times or more
MUSHBUD
thinks they
know the score
QualityKing
they like princes
DeepStatus people
think tank thinkers
DutchDrugz
Amsterdam is
Legal People!

Discussion forums
we’re independent
Darknet Avengers
Phil is missing
The HUB
is known as
OnionLand
sometimes
it is
Not in English

Ramps for
Russians
Roto RuTors
IDC could
be Italian
Way Away
aka
Russian dancers
maybe?
French Freedom
fighters
Zones a No Go
French Deep Web
HYDRA Russians
Italian Deep Web
BlackDeal Frenchmen
Markets Markets
Everywhere
they’ve gone
missing
just this
morning

Charlie UK
Lads & Chaps
ToYouTeam
skunked the game
EuroPills
orders missing
Fight Club has
dogs & chickens
Maghreb is
Hashish and oil
Mollyworld’s a
rollers scene
in general
ElHerbolario is
The Sombero Man
YourDrug
of Choice
became
The Church
of Highs
on every
market corner
of the
Dark Net
baby

Garden Stamping Light Pink

Oh this
master gardening
Sometimes
I fail at
the simplest
things

He guides
me
He directs
me
He worries
for me
and I
thank him

He’s a kind
man
this one
He suggests
things to
me that
I ponder
and then
resist sadly

No one
likes change
so they say
but I
am not this
I require
knowledge
of all
things
Him

He pinks
me out
He blackens
my thoughts
I try to
erase
I fail at
the simplest
things
but he
planted
a seed
in my
head

No one
likes change
so they say
but I
am not this
I require
knowledge
of all things
that are
him

He resists
I am
blacked out
on some days
And this
is okay
I understand
all things
that pink
so I
paint him
in my head

He pinks
me out
He blackens
my thoughts
I try to
erase
I fail at
the simplest
things
but he
planted
a seed
in my
head

It was
so lovely
that I
can’t resist

 

Shut Up & Sing

We can’t
hear what
you’re saying
Be concise
project
your voice
Pitch it
across the
room
Hit me up
with the
sound you
can make

Shut Up
we can’t
hear him
Shut up
and sing
Let me
hear what
you’ve got
to say sing
or play

I see
what your
saying
your note
projections
turn into
living colour
language
that swirl
around in
my room
warped
Hit me up
with the
colour sounds
you can make

Shut Up
I can’t
hear him
Shut up
and sing
for me
Let me
see your
song as
design
coloured notes
Swirl me
make my
wires cross
in my body
and brain

I see what
you’re singing
I see what
you’re playing
I feel it
I taste it
and some of
these men
are purple
inside
I’m pretty sure
I smell it
Their music
infects me
it leaves
me and
floats
around on
my walls

Any requests
please?
What colour
are you?
Shut Up
& Sing
for me
while I
analyze
and prioritize
you women
children and
men as
you become
my design
and projection
to life

Shut Up & Sing
Shut Up & Sing
twice
then
Record Everything

Colour Drain

I feel
no colour
today
The future
looks
grey
whereas
once it
was
bright neon
it’s now
black and white
to me

You’ve taken
my colour
you’ve shaded
my life
you’ve drained
all the
colour
from my
one life

I try
shading
and blending
hues of
all colours
but the
canisters
are
empty
you drained
them
I know it

You’ve taken
my colours
to paint
the future
I cannot
cope
without
colour canisters
How are
we to
paint
the future
without them?

I try
magic
and wishful
thinking
I relied
on hope
but no
longer
There’s a
colour drain
in progress
and you
started it
and
I hate
you for it

You’ve taken
my colours
you’ve shaded
my life
you’ve drained
all the
colour
from my
one life

Frozen Program

I died
last year
and in
this
space
I became
frozen in
place
I could
not move
I was encased

This is
how he
left
me
This is
how it
rendered me
This is
who I am
today
This is
who I’ll
always be

I was
expendable
thrown out
like trash
I am
me now
I’ve been
reborn
unbeknownst
to him
I was encased

This is
how he
left
me
This is
how he
rendered me
This is
who I am
today
This is
who I’ll
always be

I am
now powerful
stronger
for it
I rose
out of
my shell
broke the
frozen
ice program
that held me
captive
morphed
back into
myself
while his
back was
turned
no longer caged

I’m myself
again
thankfully
A new
energy
is about
to ascend
upon Earth
can you
feel it?
I fucking
can!
It will encase
everything
I assure you

I am free now

Hand’s Up!

“Don’t shoot!”
My hands
up
in the air
“I’m unarmed”
I scream

“What are
you doing
behind there?”
the cop
asks
“I was
trying
to sleep
man”
I lie

“Why are
you trained
on me
I’ve done
nothing
wrong!”
My voice
rising here

“Come out
from behind
there where
we can see
you
hands in
the air”
No please
stern voice

“Why are
you trained
on me?
I’ve done
nothing
wrong here!”
My voice
rising
and asking
“What kind
of rifle
is that?”
My eyes
huge here

“Lower your
weapon”
I plead
but
there is
no response
Different
set of
rules here
I see

My usual
“Stand Down”
leaves my
lips without
permission
from me
as I’m thrown
down onto
hot cement
cuffed

This was
part of
the plan
you see
We discussed
it all
beforehand
No one
was supposed
to
get shot
but
they did
and I’m
truly sorry
about that
I am

 

 

 

 

Catch Of The Day

Breakfast
surely is
coming
pick me
up

Lunch
not always
at noon
strip me
down

Dinner is
when ever
you want
after 6 o’clock
of course

Dessert
should be
special
something
you crave
for
24 hours
beforehand

We’re making
our menu
care to
dine in?
Or should
we eat
out?

What’s the
catch of
the day
please?
What would
you order
for me?