just take me, then
take me, then
Don’t ask me when
And all I wanted,
Was the dime of a dozen
Fully brazen, fire in the making
Truly, all I wanted was
Something awaiting
me
the strings start tuning. the
notes dance in disarray until
they find their rhythm, and i
raise my hands to direct the
stars that blink in unison.
~K.T.
-s's.
I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
whatever it is, I got to pave
many tunnels many hours
feels so sleepy, feels quite sour
I'll hand what you got in, at the
end
-s's.
-s’s.
A minor imposition I create, but I insist
it’s a habit that I can’t resist
what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory
like a sun,
like one bright sun in front of me
the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;
the dreams I might not have
ever discovered
-s’s.
the way the light scatters to create The perfect pattern of me, a rainbow of deceit impressive shine, obsessive guilt
-s's.
you can rip silence apart to sparks like interstellar dust
And embrace the way truth escapes its fiery arms Peculiar noise, infinite void -s’s.
pre-cognitive poetry
takes place without me knowing
and as soon as any old day goes by
I sit beside a pond
inside my head psychic grip then
releases me back into the world again
-s’s.
-s's.