Plasticine Liars


Birth, Death

And Infinity

What’s it all

About Alfie

Hiding Ina tree

Trying to stand Tall

Everyone’s just a Bird

Dancing Thin Wires

Their words they tweet

The Plasticine Liars

Need to Give a Hoot

And Not Pollute

The Indian Is Crying

From All Their Lying

Fate is Being Kind

For I am going Blind

 

 

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Pohemian Rhapsody


a pohemian lifestyle

is not for the weak

nor faint of heart

for we are pretentious creatures

living on PST  that would be

Poet Standard Time

for those who do not know

we rarely arrive on time

and if we do give us coffee

we are a rushed hurry of a hot mess

mellow poets why surely you jest

you are not a poet who suffers and starves

for your art nor your work and don’t get it

oh and anything goes in this poethood

we share everything i am afraid to say

we are kindred and form a circle of unity

brothers and sisters united for art

spreading our ink to save souls

to speak the truth of freedom

for freedom’s sake we speak it

we shout it and we whisper it we sing it

we make love to it and often to eachother

brothers and sisters often the lines get blurred

incestious perhaps contemptious perhaps

would i live any other life than that of a poet

no, i will forever sing a pohemian rhapsody

Mire Of Sin


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Perched here

In the second

Circle of Hell

Unwilling

To give you up

I cling to wanton lust

Desire drives me mad

Longing to give in

To hold you

In my arms

Though you  be

Promised to another

Dare we break the vows

Taken so long ago

And Plunge into the fire

Of The Lover’s Circle

The fiery mire of sin

From which eternal flames

Are fanned and fueled

Through seduction

Through Passion

Through Cursed Love

 

Plasticine Liars-Janie Cartier


Birth, Death

And Infinity

What’s it all

About Alfie

Hiding In LiarsCluba tree

Trying to stand Tall

Everyone’s just a Bird

Dancing Thin Wires

Their words they tweet

The Plasticine Liars

Need to Give a Hoot

And Not Pollute

The Indian Is Crying

From All Their Lying

Fate is Being Kind

For I am going Blind

 

 

sinfuk


Gods And Goddesses
Gods And Goddesses (Photo credit: Chernobyl Rasmuson)

 

primal urges

 

give way

 

to

 

lustful purges

 

from sinfuks

 

deep within

 

the othermind

 

taking you higher

 

than a syringe could

 

pounding your taboo

 

giving you everything

 

moonpies and nectar

 

from gods and goddesses

 

revel in the sin

 

of the dark night

 

brothers and sisters

 

bayou babies gone bad

 

there is no black

 

there is no white

 

only the lust laden red

 

dripping down

 

the sweat of your

 

red hot sinfuk

 

 

 

Art Inspires Art


Art inspires Art

Melody touches the brush

Stoking the painter’s canvas

Weaving words from a picture

Art the universal language of love

Speaking words that dreamers

Dare not say in the dark of night

Deftly sculpting a Goddess of clay

Art inspires the Artist in us all

The Waltz of The Mad Monk In Hell


waltzing on water

ablaze from passion

possessing the souls

wrapped in their filth

the mystical mad monk

savoring the sweet nectar

with fiery eyes and longing kisses

his angel came as a beam of light

bejeweled eyes and smelling of roses

whispering sweet songs of seduction

the holy man and the succubus danced

the waltz of the mad monk in hellsuccubus