Trail of black ahead-dont deviate-succumb
Peter said ‘why do you block the silence Alice’? Then putting a gun to her head he shot her.
He waited as she bled out-the colour drained quite quickly from her face. He didn’t know why he did this-he loved her-something in him?
He bent down and kissed her open mouth-then he stared intently into blackness of her open eyes Continue reading “The Trinity excoriated, others wept for what they thought would be: Peter Heller Big Love”
we were victims of the knife cutting he went into my soul. He took my arm, cut it and I don’t know how it happened but we were destiny. She said he said they can’t speak shut up and fuck me.
mix it up when it’s hard
pulling the strip back
watching
it drips
holding on
licking the redness
he could kill it
softly
he’s a tough
man
The
Mind is
Running
Ahead but
barriers
Block its
Path
Thinking
Overcomplicates
thought
Logic
Rationality
Are forces
Beyond
Compare
Let go
Give in
surrender
Untie the
Knots
Feel
The
paradox
When a question
Is an
Answer
To the
Biggest thought
you have ever
had
Turn it on
Its head
Imbibe it daily
With piercing
Glances
Ragged roots
Contain
the world’s
Plague
What’s going
on
Relentless
the wool’s weft
is spun
warped and
knotted
coloured in
skein
Pandora’s box
is opened
hold on
the bridge has
fallen
there is
the
paradox
Is up up or is it down
Depends on how you look at it
Perspective
Is
your own
Like those that come under
the mantle of care
and
curiosity
The burrowers
they dig
in
Don’t share
Never
Ever
Share
you will
Be left
in a state of
Disrepair
They just can’t leave you
Alone
They mimic a
cultured
sawft sawfft
Voice
And a kind kind
Eye
They squeeze
with triggers
drops
more
drops
Be careful
In the end
they will slit your
Throat
That’s the
Paradox
