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"Revolver From The Barrel" by Lotophagi

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From the barrel
shooting down the intervention
stylised on the conventions of tension
double hold revolver
one
raise to eye height
two
focus and aim steadily
three
pull back safety lock
one
position finger lightly on trigger
two
gently squeeze lovingly
three
hold still whilst relaying play to mind
one
smile tenderly at targeted mark
two
lower revolver and slide into holster
three


Nirvana

Sinking beneath your skin


The scenario is set
the scene splattered with shattered shards
sinfully sold to salvation
smoke scatters across the thick, night air
in stringent circles, filtering particles of ash
clash of cruelty
dash of deceit / destruction / devastation
flash of fear;
all the things we hold so dear.


Nihilism

Seeping through your mind


Black cat running across my path
showing white belly
peeling flesh and fur
draped in cloth
stalker
we run again.
Omens shouting down
the long, winding road of psychosis
physically stating the faltering mind
deception fouling eyes losing focus annihilate
highlight it and repeat.
Now you see the truth
from trauma infiltrating transcendence
initiating imitation of tainted tramps.


Nelophobia

Seething upon your glassy barriers


Measure of the deterioration of society
sought in a universe
misconstrued chaos and disorder
now measured entropy
seeking uniformity
conforming to an inert state
in erratic tendencies
losing the message sent
from the perimeters in time, space and movement
matter pulsing with heaving motion
nausea generating the kinetic energetic expulsion
levitating particles to wondrous planes
existence left for evolution.


Necrosis

Soaking through your body


Monophobia stretching with the shadows
drowning out the light to vanquish hope
this dread is spread over face
a world lapsing in subsistence
scepticism the only drug to subdue
paranoia of you staying
fear of you leaving.


Necropolis

Seating the ancient entombed


Lethargy on Thursday
Paranoia on Friday
Humour on Saturday
Pain on Sunday
Anxiety on Monday
Panic on Tuesday
Death on Wednesday


Say good-bye sweetheart
nothing left to keep
no-one staying to love.
Say good-bye.






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On Friday August 5th, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1110) writes:
'the scene splattered with shattered shards/peeling flesh and fur/existence left for evolution...' Wonderfully written & structured; great use of aliteration. Philosophies & rhythms soaked with the invisible sounds of shredded Skinny Puppy spliced beneath


On Friday August 5th, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1110) writes:
...layers of early NIN. My weeks will never be the same: thanks for the New Calendar. 'this dread is spread...' Bang!


On Tuesday April 19th, 2005, Astra Dei (645) writes:
god this is so amazing! great right!


On Monday April 18th, 2005, island warrior (303) writes:
This is so damn good,one cannot help but be inspired by writing of this calibre.


On Tuesday April 12th, 2005, Solace (1425) writes:
Brilliant piece with a quirky way about it that doesn't detract from the message, well done


On Monday April 11th, 2005, AniDayz (1284) writes:
****w.:.o.:.w**** wound inside of this incredible creative creation:is:me...absolutely *stunning*amazing*and so full of such intelligent flow---you blow my mind girl---if i could hug you---i would...wow


On Tuesday April 12th, 2005, NikesRain (1503) writes:
i'll just let Ani take the lead and agree wholeheartedly....i'm stunned and sitting mouth agape...creative beyond words


On Monday April 11th, 2005, An Expired Member (8) writes:
Than this - What it really is,revolver from the barrel.


On Monday April 11th, 2005, An Expired Member (8) writes:
the atmosphere is changing so rapidly. constantly.colors, people, moods.angry, confused, happy..It never stops. It will never end. Are we strong? Strong enough..to hold on, to stay sane.to keep it inside.to attempt at making.every dull moment brighter.Th


On Monday April 11th, 2005, stuart_pid (217) writes:
im dumb, so im glad dp has a built in dictionary. never dissapointed in your creativity, cynical sense of humour, and your ability to lay everything out as a perfect expression of your never ending talent.


On Monday April 11th, 2005, Sin (1639) writes:
wow...Loto you are a talent without measure dear...each stanza was masterly crafted to tantalize the mind in the most sinister way..to pick just one line to quote would be a crime so ill just stand in awe of the whole piece


On Monday April 11th, 2005, indefined (717) writes:
wow, and i'll just stand next to kristy and nod my head in agreement. phenomenal.


On Monday April 11th, 2005, suicideseason (2145) writes:
Good Christ...each word that drove this monster was a bullet from a machine gun...I ducked and dodged...but I'm still bleeding like a fountain.


On Monday April 11th, 2005, Ambivalent Fool (15) writes:
Too much for me to quote. This was fucking great. - jx



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