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“Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? Is it because he left you one day? Is it because he could not stay? On your branches he would swing. Do you long for the happiness that day would bring? He found shelter in your shade. You thought his laughter would never fade. Weeping Willow, stop your tears, for there is something to calm your fears. You think death has ripped you forever apart, but I know he'll always be in your heart.”

.Butterflies & Beauty Lies.

Imago woke up in sadness
Excusing a motive capable of Pain,
Believing lies at variance from parts,
Tip of tongue and crimson rain.

Underneath the mute antennas,
Pallid vultures expect my flesh.
Intruder little winter visits my window,
And his cold tears artificially refresh…

…Her Lonely heart exhume the darkness,
As pale snowflakes dance through the air!
Aiming cautiously for his lover's skin,
Kissing her lips without a care!

We were born in a memory,
Marked by the words of the seventh seal,
Under some ashen reverie,
Once again our love become our veil.

Ulterior conclusions bring encouraging results,
Crystal icicles carefully scratch our naked bodies,
When I start bleeding, the most splendorous colors.

Remember ambrosia and lengthen your proboscis,
In the timeless interim, Black doves concede their crown to White ravens,
December it’s time to adore each other’s wrists,
Carving out our names with feathers, hiding the shame from the heavens.

…Her Lonely heart dig up the soreness,
As pale snowflakes dance through the air!
Aiming cautiously for his lover's chin,
Missing her lips, considered unfair!

Fragile silver scales trace her flutter in the wind,
Ice coat is broken, and cocoons are left behind,
Immaculate coldness caress her angelical wings,
Leaving us blind, entwined with our insipid mankind.

Lyrics by: Freakshowmeister {inspired in: Sister}
Music by: Sunset Musique

~ Aphæresis ~

Those hollow voices and skull choirs
Inherit the pain my soul has bear
I'm creating this form, an intimate design
Ugly mask of freedom it’s hungry from despair.

Icarian wings attached to hearses,
.The causes and the consequences.

Avoid the misery then find my heart,
Kiss the sadness and become my scar.

Broken silhouettes, disrupt the unholy content
To restore the poise, nod and cry

Cathartic tears we have shed together... are (lie)
.The causes and the consequences.

Redundancy disguised in butterfly parts
While grim forces glamorize discord
Learning to juxtapose reversed hearts
That awake milligram smiles in countless forms


Platonic promises weren’t born from senses
.The causes and the consequences.

Some trivial feelings ashore to Lethe
with failure of perception that revile my poet
God’s decisions about human condition
Ripping those wounds that never heal.

Absence or agony damaging some phrases
Are these the causes and the consequences?

Lyrics by: Freakshowmeister
Music by: Sunset Musique

~ Hermine ~

Beyond the eyes of regret
Lies the days of demise
Despising reasons to fight,
Evidencing this undone treatise

I rather choose this madness
Divorce the razor from my heart
And lather the blood on your chest

This wait is longing forever
New piece in my pocket speak of fresh grief
Violence soars to other spheres that seem ephemeral
I prefer her to die instead of bleeding, like me

The blade await its time to perform a dance
As wrists and throat discuss, who’s first.

I beg you please, erase your past
The present is unfold at the masquerade ball
I beg you please, not to fulfill the task
Hermine is right behind you, foolish wolf.

" MAGIC THEATER - ENTRANCE NOT FOR EVERYBODY -
... - FOR MADMEN ONLY!"

Something's filths inside
Fears are the balm for the weak.
Extrude the function
Suppress our feelings
Embrace my fiction
Caress your siblings

I rather choose this madness
Divorce the razor from my heart
And lather the blood on your chest

Who’s retracting from the sorrow nesting inside?
I only see numerous doors proroguing the final cut.

Lyrics by: Freakshowmeister {inspired in: HH}
Music by: Sunset Musique

Carta de los Pandas Rojos Siameses a Santa Claus

~ Jus de Miel et Vinaigre d'Aubergine ~



“Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle

Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
W.S.Merwin




Si me alegrara con cada bienvenida, ya no tendría sentido mi alegría.
Si me entristeciera en cada despedida ya no tendría sentido mi tristeza.

Imagino una tierna costurera holandesa de rasgos afectuosos, regordeta y con la piel como la leche de cabra y las mejillas rosadas como donas glaseadas de fresa. Ella teje incansablemente las texturas y los patrones del abrigo del "Señor Tiempo", mientras que el anciano bonachón se mese en silencio sobre su silla. Tengo miedo de lo que pase ahora, el me sonríe y me esconde bajo su colorido abrigo remendado de animales y flores extintas. Y ya no se que siento. Me envuelven el dolor y la comodidad, las comidas de la infancia, las piñaticas, el eco del salon comunal en nuestro cumpleaños doble, los olores de las maletas de Londres, la comida de Guby, mirar las arañas en la esquina del garaje de la nona, los dientes de las personas extrañas en la casa, los 400 dulces de halloween, el gorrión atrapado en el cuarto, los gritos de los niños en el parque, cereal Count Chokula en el 2x3, el conejo asustado en el bus de fisher price, medio vaso fondo blanco de smirnoff en un andén, cosiendo un disfraz a las 3 de la mañana, risas en el ensayadero a oscuras, un abrazo especial mirando a Claudio, ambos recostados en la finca mirando las estrellas…

….y lagrimas
….y besos
….Y ahora.

Hubo tantas cosas que encontré debajo de aquel abrigo que ya no recuerdo ninguna, pero al limpiar mis ojos de tus mismas lágrimas, veo todo de color púrpura y ya no siento más soledad, entiendo que así estamos dispuestos todos, y que ahora somos un día morado en un año gris. Los recuerdos deben quedarse bajo el abrigo y ambos debemos ayudar a la costurera con su inextinguible labor. Tu usas la máquina y yo mi aguja, ahora el hilo de la vida sirve de material y nuestras experiencias sirven de tela. Así, tu zurcirás un lado, mientras yo remiendo el otro. No es posible mirar atrás porque aún falta mucho por coser adelante y solo queda esperar cuando nuestras puntadas se vuelvan otra vez un zigzag y un abrazo hecho de origami por nuestra gata. Nepenthine, the one that chases away sorrow.

The Haunting of The Platypus

The barking dogs run exhausted in the moors of loathing.
The sweat sliding through the soaked fur, reveals the frantic impulse of self-indulgence, and as floating naked lungs, my lady creeps from the valley to withstand the burns.
These forms of exudation disgust the little goddess hidden in the ivy, and the lions just enjoy the show while the gently unicorns pee over their ridiculous faces.

My dear friend, when are you accepting the plunge?
Distress of maneuvers performed by charites, assemble the chords of forgotten silences.
Run! Tiny piece of flesh your destiny is towards the path of the chameleon, but be careful not to drag the weeping lightness of the sound.
Keep Running! Excel from your ingenuity and use the savage torn pillows.
The barks get louder as the dogs keep coming!
.
..
…
…….
..................

Now it’s too late dear lad. The wild Medusa has claimed another victim, another gameboy, another soul.
The sharp fangs pierce the delicate vertebrae of “BICHOS CONEJITO”, gutting away the viscera, and leaving the heart intact. Unfortunate philistine, you’ll never understand this words. And you’re the blame.

Neither the filigree otter could retract from the heinous sin you’ve committed stupid dog!


~To Saant~

~Amaranthine II~ ________________________________________ { More stories, for even less than few people}

~El elefante vampiro~

Ya no hacen los cacahuates tan sangrientos como antes.



~La esmeralda velluda~

Solo la idea me repugna,
Por eso tengo 10.



~Apagón~

Llegó la luz muy rápido,
Creo que me dio baso.



~La torre de arena~

Solo un movimiento de cactus y me como tu torre.



~Vallium en supositorio~

Ouch!
No me dolió.




~Huerto de monos~

Las langostas acabaron con la cosecha de luciérnagas banana.



~Corazones~

Joker
Queen of hearts
Ace of spades

TO THE LEFT!




~Los Niños de Mercurio~

Los voy a contar:
Uno, Dos, Tres
Uno, Dostres
UnoDosTres




~Retraso dental~

El amor entre muelas existe.


~Cortaúñas de masmelo~

Ya no me aguantaba más los masmelos tan largos.




~Querubines epilépticos~

No te comas tu legua!
Es asexuada!




~Fantasmas suicidas~

Fantasma 1: Aquí voy de nuevo!
Fantasma 2: Otra vez con una navaja?




~Mar muerto de Marte~

Nombre del difunto: Mar
Hora del deceso: 28.34m
Causa de la muerte: Marte




~Dolphinland~

Eeeeehhhhhhh! Errrrrrrhhhhhh! Reeeeeeehhhhhh!
No entiendo Dolphinland.