Here's Killer Zad's poem.
Zad0matic wrote:
Plastic Asparagus Tips : Part One
“Expel those flighty thoughts and seek to contain your spirits, brethren.
Expressed wishes of genius openly apparent on your faces.
Expectant, seeking the words that will once again ignite your souls.
Exploderise! But shut those eyes, you wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise…”
An epileptic, erotically anorexic ,
Eating toxic mushrooms,
Espies with a sigh the vineyard of delight,
Doors being opened for the night’s sights.
Oh! Lights so frighteningly bright,
Sear the mind’s eye…
Negative sun shines, a city of blind angels.
Oblations consumed for desperate survival.
In their fiefdoms they formed figurines from fire,
Distorting the truth to fit what they saw inside.
Internal vision capable still, harmonic corruptions
Obviously obvious, definitely defiant.
Deviant devils drawing circles in the clay…
“Applause, audience!
Approbation accepted.
A pleasure to open my mind for you
A portal to another realm…”
(Gina grieves quietly, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Sobbing softly as grandfather’s coffin is lowered into the ground.)
Bedlam break-out, the lunatics freed from their chains.
A meaty slice of seductive lust, gazing deep, grazing chafe.
Sapphic thoughts consume the male minds, sightless.
In the kingdom of the one-eyed, the blind man is the slave,
Cursed to serve the weak out of necessity of survival.
King over nothing, (ruler over dirt) monarch encrusted with filth.
Get her done! down from the deep, up from the sky.
Show her the meaning of life, with death as your guide.
Erode the wisdoms of ancients, with religion at your side.
(Gina returns home in darkness, meta and physical.
Alone she waits in silence, spirit and ritual.)
Take a look inside your self, you wouldn’t believe what you found!
I found her that takes my side, by this journey who is life,
Except shun, made by haughty, never naughty, always true.
Make an exception for me and you!
As he tills the desert,
So he still the earth,
As he wipes the sea,
So he swipe the ice,
Chieftain bran brew deeply drought.
Rich folk buy expensive bought.
Many have died, few have fought.
Feel sorry, not to we ought?
To be continued...