Improvisational Poetry!!!
 

Come back as a dream,
With death draped on your eyes,
Hipster burning that ancient static television,
And screaming odes of pure sex, and freedom,
And losing freedom in a trash can outside griffith park,
Junkies striving for salvation in a bed of needles,
Ah what cosmic vibrations coming from the stars,
Exploding words tear me up from the seams of religion,
Fruits sold to young men for a lifestyle the did not chose,
Young women in control of the minds of the music,
Come back as death draped in dreams.

This might not make sense since it just came out of my head.

holy mother of mercy
mercy me and me is you
how come love has to take your heart
how can laughter be alone
to the edge of silent hills
to the fridge stocked with cheese
feel the pain i need the most
feel the hole complete with scum

God is dead,
And I feel fine,
No one is here at the end of the road,
Down and out of time come and change the fire,
The last crystal light came from the obscure sound of two ants talking about Jesus,
What fear is on the outer limits of thoughts,
Destroy all your second thoughts on a washing machine,
And all the pretty boys have gone down on you.

this can become a battle royale of poetry.

Is that a challange?

hahahahahahahahaha

"monsters of poetry"

I can also do español as well.

Las niñas emocionadas cantan las lagrimas de una virgen,
Se mueven en las temperatura de un niño electrico,
Los ojos se ensucian del sol,
Monedas de oro convierte las palabras en cosas inutiles,
Camas oscuras llevan los sueños de putas,
Frialdad se come los pasajeros verdes,
Cinco pensamientos comen la tortura del bosque.

i'll do one last one, two parts:

part one
or does it take
what you get
to get it to
to pick a fool
to know for sure
to have it good
to take you to
being what you
have never wanted
to have
to feel
to stay
to pray
for all
to me
and me
no way to take
not to take away
i can't forget
just can't regret

parte dos
no solo yo
estado en los pasos de la gente fria
la gente temerosa y la gente jodida
tipica estando encerrado en la misma porqueria
tomando el ser de tus propias heridas
de la sangre que emana de tu boca al besarla
tomando el licor de tu divina muerte
amor para otros, eso no es lo que sale de ti
tu jugo escurre en mis dedos
tu dolor me llena por dentro
dejame, en paz

dark lake crash
bring me the youngest
hair turned to dusk
the lies the lies
yearn lose and cut
largest contempt fleeting
midnight drips and lamps hushed
smooth matte textures
lost charm clash
three more days
three more days
three more days

g'night
night smells good
night emitions
wet transmitions


seriously, i'm going to bed, see ya.

I don't mean to shock
but my cock
is in a light socket
and my fingers are cattle prods.

Dirty angels dance and groove to the beats of dying machinery,
The city burns into the ground,
Kind king will you lay me,
I don't mind your wife in the backroom where you lock her,
It is a death-enthralled relationship that takes you away,
Come and have a free-thought,
Now kind king come and sleep with the devil,
He is making mechanical beats that lure the angels,
He wants to control the minds of juvenile delinquents,
Steal their souls and form them into the battery of war,
The time is slow to recognize its misery,
Ah kind king come and fuck me,
The pain is brilliant for a dying rose.

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bat
cat
dat
fat
gat
hat
mat
nat
pat
rat
sat
tat
vat

The award obviously goes to prisstina here.

Shock'n Y'all.
An album
by Toby Keith.
The Taliban Song.
Track 11--
I fuck you not.

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, no, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site.
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart beat dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

I just wrote a hit!

spoken entropy and waining shadow
the crescent of you shoulder, the reflection
popular stares and the small grow weary
dream some and wake for air, last pleasure
your neck and scent, high brow and low profile
skinny dwarves traverse towards the light
the table shakes the chairs fall
confused and lost in the darkness
the makings of film noir and vaudeville
drop your ears and leave the heart where it lies
the things you speak i despise

my eyes are dim
i cannot see
i have not brought
my specs with me.

found, a place to go
needed, a proper form
lost, the word 'proper'
pavement is the best rock band on the internet
every time i go to dunkin donuts the service is great
when i met amiri baraka he called me duncan
does anyone else find it weird that the background color is indigo
eat meat
eat fruit
the children are listening to the radio
hello, my name is
hello, my name is
hello, my name is
that was a bad impulse
that was an uncontrollable impulse
that was one of those psychological impulses that just sneaks up on you
the french film industry
the french literary scene
henry rollins inm the video for the song 'liar'
something so close to becoming real that you can see it
sparkling sea
diamond sea

lost, a paper
found, a lost paper
check that fact
this is the place where moisture is felt as friction
and reverence is on display