I dream of final Bosses

I dream of final Bosses

luminosity: My DandBHeart

luminosity: My DandBHeart

The meaningless people

The meaningless people

When you die, mothers cry, are forgotten.
As time passes no one left to remember.
Endless days and night's equinox, and the shadow of the moon.
Full moon lunar eclipse.
Transcending..
Human abortion worthless fetus.
As you all once where.
Chicanery perusing antiques as they slip in the deep pockets of a grand black leather trench.
Trench mouth fools espousing obligations envied.

To divide to frenzy.

To divide to frenzy.

51 by unixarcade

How often our the secret dreams, what refuge.
Our desires our consumption.
Agitated by immorality knowing the false spelling.
Holding a mighty glare what consequence.
Are most in the vast schemes without the support of the populous, no matter how brilliant, how positive
it will mater not.
Tribal scrawling on ares rock, a place I have not yet seen with these living eyes.
I care not I dream about elucidating in meditation how vast we can be.
Condemn me to the social envoirment, and the plithy design.
It matters not the time period we exist within the results are quite predictable as a coin flip.
There may be variations in the coin flipped yet essentially the results are the same.
When people are involved, some form of tomfoolery will occur.
They divide to frenzy.

Triad

Triad

recognizedrecurrsiveinfinitude by unixarcade

Once upon a time, I saw a dreamin time.
Thrice struck lightning.
The sky illuminated by crackling electrons with pulsating polarities not just another nimrod, in was an
incalculable probability.
The child of evolution sitting in trust.
Some equalization must occur.
there is a triad that exists in threes.
Power exists in threes.

Void Sensation

Void Sensation

obliteration by unixarcade

No motion, up, no motion down, no motion, speeding, no acceleration.
Fixated nothing questioning worthless.
Feeling desire.
Random splatter pitter patter.
Footsies falling flitter flatter.
Dark tangent dangling coil.
Clasp clouded clutter.

Working Girls

Working Girls

Working Girls are not soulless whores served for your concession.
There little girls with tons of heart with concrete walls you see.
They hide there fragility from the jacks of the world, the ones that do them harm.
I do surmise by the look in her eyes that she cries her lonely eyes, because the kindness
she Seeks is not between sheets.