Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty Eight.

This excerpt is dedicated to all sadists.

 

 

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Eight.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “You have a grandeur scheme”. “Do you imply I am a schemer? I am a plotter. A skimmer is you. Don’t say that I am wrong. You skim success for sure”. “I’m saying that you are wrong. Feel free to call me a creamer. How will we both succeed in being happiness rich? You know the trick for sure”. “Not all the drugs are illegal. It’s legal to feel, isn’t it? Love is a legal drug. We will let them fall madly in love. It is a mustard plan”. “I love it because it’s cruel”.

 

 

 

“I treat those I love like kings,

 I always manifest my feelings,

I don’t stick my head in mud,

Waiting for predators to pass,

I simply lie down daydreaming”,

“You are an outlaw of nature”,

“What would life be with ifs?”

“It would come with a guarantee,

Including only “be”s”,

“If we were lost among tree trunks,

If we were terrified by shadows,

If we saw only sycophants,

Rivals and enemies around,

It’d be a lesson of survival,

We would survive and thrive,

But we would have no excuse,

To write about tragic love,

On the fake spider web of night,

In the reality of flip-flop,

I swung and sang to bits of rain,

Love me in every verse,

Love me in each refrain,

I’m hanging from a silky strand,

Beware of a tiny spider”,

I hoped to destroy his vision,

I laughed at the idea of his her,

She was repetitive, submissive and dependant,

She was nothing to say,

She wasn’t anything,

We hadn’t seen before,

I had only the anti-future plan,

It said “No matter what you feel,

Avoid her,

 Don’t be her”,

She was depressive, speechless and abortive,

She was a real bore,

The worst thing was,

She drugged and dragged him to the bottom,

Scratching his never dying sore,

Hating to be a junkie,

I didn’t want to be like her,

I wanted him to be rebuilt,

He was under construction,

I was in love,

My loving heart was weak,

I was under consumption,

My heart already got frostbite,

His cold bit me first,

My senses were deeply frostbitten,

I wanted him to borrow from you,

The Lonely Wolf would have gone first,

I would have been one step behind,

It would have been your hand,

Leading us to the end of  freedom”.

 

 

 

 

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty Seven.

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Seven.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.“You said you would stage a couple. I’ve counted. They are three”. “You are still counting lovers. They might be none or thirty three. Their relationship mustn’t be weaker than the economy of the ex-Eastern Bloc.  I want it to be stronger than the notorious ex-German Mark. When the love shares rise, we will sell them before it occurs. A love stock market will crash. It happens one day on friendly terms”. “Are you a love broker?” “Not only me. You are too.  After everything is over, you and I ex-shareholders will live in carefree Baden, in no love chalet”.

 

 

 

 

 

“He wrote user friendly songs,

His talent was to be loved and accepted”,

“Sometimes it is a curse”

“You mean according to the underworld,

According to the overworld,

The kingdom of the so-called,

One sip of satin blood,

One bite of misread flesh,

Angelic looks and quirky feel,

They always look impressive,

It was a love drug store under the oak,

The cocktails spiked with love were served,

Instead of getting higher,

We rolled happily in nettle,

It stung to be in love,

Like butterflies that mimicked leaves,

Pink insectarians loved mimicking the fallen,

And everything that looked undead and freaked,

In dots marked on the maps of road signs,

It’s called to be a Goth,

But in the place I mused,

It meant your heart was buried in sweet horror,

It was a girl he dreamt and sang,

She was as beautiful as sorrow,

She was as sad as darkness in your head,

Her eyes were almond-shaped,

Her curls were chocolat,

Her lips were like raped cherries,

She had something,

He borrowed from morning,

She had something,

He stole from midnight,

She had one quarter of the sun,

She drank the moon infusion,

It’s called “I am in it”,

He had the saddest way to shine,

He passed love fears on,

His girl was Ithaca for him,

He hymned Ithacan love,

She had a fluffy soul”,

“All fluffy souls may do harm,

Do you remember this?

“All fluffy souls may be dangerous,

When their fur is faux,

There are the souls made from concrete,

I’ve seen a lot of them before,

My soul was designed,

Being lighter than a curl of smoke,

It’s made from ostrich plume,

God found it in bales of straw,

I wasn’t formed of clay and ribs,

I wasn’t made from sewage,

My Maker was a real pro”.

 

 

 

Incest.Another Love One Hundred Twenty Six.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Six.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Why do you find it wrong when all bills are paid on time”. The fairest of all bills doesn’t deserve satisfaction. It is a bad sign. Live, write and go higher.  Mind much recycling trees or they start jingling coins in stormy wind that touches like breeze». «Out there they like to say” It was the only way to buy the most beautiful things”. “It is an extenuation for underage whores. It is a cheap motive extorting compassion from fools. You are extremes magnet.  Why are we talking this?” “I want to leave them speechless. I’ll play to feed my cat”. “Know that you have succeeded. I want to leave you pleased. You feed your cat. Remember I envy her sharp teeth”.

 

 

 

“All flowers like towers,

Were frosty and unfriendly,

It was the place where he lived,

Framed in the sugar fir trees,

It was trimmed with the roses,

Cut out of the diaries,

Nocturnal crows brought to him,

As offerings and gifts,

All fortresses like actresses,

Ruined the white of shirts,

They cried,

Because the strong appeals,

Only when it looks weak and shaky,

The innocent attracts and leads,

If it corrupts you when you look at it,

You wear a black bow tie,

A shirt should be black buttoned but neglected,

But in his heart the vast Sahara reigned,

If only I had been a Bedouin,

If only I had read guides’ paths,

Being buried under centuries of wisdom,

If only I had tamed the sun,

If only I had ridden dunes,

I would have crossed the desert of his heart,

Alas!

I was afraid of camels and being thirsty,

Instead I wandered and I suffered,

Until I saw a cicerone,

Sitting serenely on the rock,

He needed no explanations,

He laughed inside his head and said,

“What crazy priest did baptize you?

There are no illnesses but patients,

Paying my courtesy to you,

Fata Morgana of the desert,

After one million years of madness,

It’s been a while,

Since such mirages coming true,

The oasis of frost is an illusion,

It’s only in your head,

It’s up to you,

It won’t stop if you don’t want to stop it,

I’ve never noticed before,

Frustration looks so good on you”.

 

 

Incest. Another Love one Hundred Twenty Five.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Five.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Passion is always slashing. It’s not for family folk that goes forth multiplying. It lives happily ever after while Romeo and Juliet craved for  different kinds of love. All laws of human nature are concepts and stereotypes put into industrial terms. I’ve never been Mother Teresa.  I don’t want a collective image. I want to stage exceptions. The director will be the bitch, the so-called Love. My characters will play drama  while audience will laugh”. “Fate drama or fake drama? Nobody laughs at fate”.”If the audience isn’t persuaded, the true drama will look fake. It all depends on their skills. On my stage nobody will play so he can pay his bills”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I was a stranger in the strangers’ cries,

Some cries were light-years farther than my planet,

Behind the veil of darkness,

Under the barefooted stars,

I claimed the royalty of love,

After we had given a promise to each other,

Relentlessly I looked for it,

Where was love?

I didn’t feel being tired,

The quest enchanted us,

There was nothing new,

You haven’t known yet,

It was a rock star life variety around,

All zombies wore high heels,

Being pumped with self-esteem,

They preached the alien religion,

According to its postulates,

Proclaimed by the Red Planet Witch,

Some brains had chlorophyll,

Filling big gaps and cracks,

Exposed to the sun,

Thoughts greened,

As a result they got extremely dangerous,

Ties looked like nooses,

Under the generations of blue ice,

The mercury was stuck in place,

Showing beauty minus thirty,

For the first time I heard the longest words,

Whose vowels were howling and plotty,

They could fill and abduct all living spaces,

They could compete against the trans-Siberian express,

But no way were they much longer,

Than the love vows we had made,

On sleepless nights when their only tooth ached badly,

Some loving vassals had much talent in the paws,

They painted him with stings, claws and antennas,

Also they knitted scarves,

Sighing about him blessing the happiest of socks,

The gifts of honor were handcrafted goodies,

Precariously knitted scarves were hits,

They were handcrafted sweethearts’ lassos,

That might bring closer two hearts,

Next time, my Lord, do not look down,

On heart-shaped pillows and quilts,

They’re proved to be fertile and useful,

His quilt had much fertility on it”.

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty Four.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Four.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Often you leave me speechless. You always add your twist. Propose a happy ending. Why don’t you want Juliet?””A godsend is only passion. Karma and love demand work. They take a concerted effort. They can be built brick by brick. Romeo could have been happy. Nobody would have been dead”. “Enlighten us, please. How?” “If only the lover had fallen in love with Lady Capulet”.”Passion is one kind of love. It’s short-lived, fragile and heady”. “Is the Fifteen about this kind? When Juliet faked her death, Romeo died for real”.

 

 

 

 

 

“I used to know where my place was,

Not higher than a suite,

Nine Plus One Muses,

Not lower than their underworld,

The valley shining in starlight,

Furthering, furring plots,

 Based on the idol’s need to love and to be loved,

The subjects catered for impossible love stories,

They looked at him,

They listened to his skaldic songs,

 The only tooth they had,

It ached,

Inflicting hypochondria,

Upsetting natural selection,

Enabling reproduction of all the pilot scripts like this,

“Later they met,

It was love at first sight,

It was one rainy night,

It looked like sunshine drowning in music,

Love buds began to grow,

Happiness didn’t last,

The could escape from UFOs,

They fooled the CIA not once,

After unspeakable adventures,

To their mutual surprise,

To their horror and despair,

They realized one night,

They couldn’t be together,

They fought against all gods,

They were two separated at birth siblings,

They shared the same blood”,

In practice everything was genius and simple,

Reckless and carefree,

We made a pact of secrecy and silence,

We said “Let do it. Let it be”,

“I need a doctor as I need a plumber,

I need a woman to feel mine,

Do you want me to be your lover?

I need to love and to be loved”

“Come in,

Be my love guest,

I have been waiting,

Be the untouchable affair of my heart,

I will be morbid fascination of your mind,

I will be joy of God,

You will be sorrow of Devil,

I cannot guarantee,

We won’t feel heartbroken in the end,

I promise you one thing,

Our whole bodies will smile,

They will enjoy,   

Don’t hurt me if you don’t want to hurt,

Come in, my lover,

Like you I need to love and to be loved”.