take some
seed
of
the
noise
steal a
sky
from the
clouded silence
trace
the
color
of this fictitious
birth
engrave
the
nail of death
in the blood
of fear
collect
the
honey
like a
bee of
queenless nights
measure
the eye
and taste the
tongue
of the eternal
nectarous
DOUBT.
Beyond Language 
Beautiful composition.
Love it.
(the nectar is bitter and the blood runs opposite from the heart. in closed window buildings. the queen bee lost her heart.)
its a lovely composition….
what i have been writing….
no rhymes:
Reflections, images, grimy teeth
stains ferric oxide rusty glasses
half open closet
a squeak
a rat…
dull grey diminutive
GOD
littering brooding defecating
colonizing
anal orifices wide bleeding
assault on plastic bottles
alcohol content full brimming
S H I T
suspicions hanging
inconsistent tongues
false philosophy painted plastered
forehead
walls concrete rubbles pebbles
sand soil grime
time-1:30 am
A brazen alcoholic
sex maniac,insomniac
deeply rooted sleeplessness
sleepless endocrines
erectile super-function
veins over-flowing
“Neckline straining eye balls aching”
planning creating ideating…
“not really
creative juices not working
except
sperm”
by karanraj chettri
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