Incest. Another Love One Hundred Thirty Four.

Incest.

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Four.

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “You’ll find me in a bastard prompt”. “You’re an illusionist of love. You are a puppeteer. It’s sleight of hand. You’ll throw on the stage forgotten lines and lyrics as if they came from nowhere”. “They’re only good at ruining the world. But ruins are major attraction. It is the gravitation  force between two godless, godlike cynics baptized to grow into monsters. Some people are born players. Some people were born to be played. It’s nature’s sleight of hand. The magic is still here. Love can’t be prompted. Love can’t be overheard”.

“The ocean  takes no prisoners,

They’re useless,

When they’re alive and breathe,

It takes a good care of fish,

Providing them with human waste,

It’s the exposure of  greed,

I stared at the shipwreck,

Mounting at my feet,

I still lived in the jar with sorrow,

Keeping in formalin my grief,

Mermaids were making love to water,

On the seafloor time was a snail,

It paced with a tremendous effort,

Among curls of sea shells,

Memory hit like the electric current,

He left and took reality with him,

I started to adjust to fiction,

The world got smaller,

I felt no sense in living,

He stole my ability to leave,

He reaped awards for being romantic,

It snowed in Julie,

He left for no destination,

He took with him his words,

They’re longer than the longest train.

I’d never felt so little and so helpless,

I gazed out of glassy eyes of fish,

I heard collage of paraphonia,

It tapped ‘he left and now what’,

It happened,

My mind was a minefield”,

“He might have left to get some ice-cream,

What flavor do you love?”

“He must have got it from Alaska,

After he crossed the Bering strait,

It was the last time he was seen,

He always envied fate of pilgrims,

He wandered seven years in the Tibet,

He roamed the Siberian rainforest,

He dreamt about being a monk,

Trapping a noiseless beast,

He drugged  us all,

On the edge of the breathless,

He was my drug,

I was his dear rug,

Running under the feet of my addiction,

Under the needy shoes of love,

Addictions are retouched

When we are not addicted,

They are without flaws,

Because we don’t mind, 

‘He left and now what’,

It wasn’t  the beginning,

It was the end of what we would have been,

But we did not”.

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Thirty Three.

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Three.

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.” “What are the ticket prices? They have been purchased in advance. How much?” “It is an ancient question”. “Do you have a discount? Is it based on view pricing?” “’How much’ is point of view based. You enter free of charge. Nevertheless it is a premature worry. I have been paying so far. Sometimes the price was heavy. If you are disappointed, I’m sorry. I paid too much. So far I’ve never charged”.

 

 

 

“The love pact wasn’t signed with blood,

It wasn’t sealed with semen,

Laughter and happiness increase life span,

His laughter resurrected my well-being,

It woke up my pride,

Do you remember the Titanic?

It’s the best evidence,

Boats are sinkable, aren’t they?”

“I do remember the Titanic,

I know what suspicion does,

Boats are sinkable,

No doubt,

But arrogance is not”,

“Julie is the best month to sink a boat,

I sank the ship,

‘I’ll live until you leave’,

Because it was Julie,

I strayed the route,

I sailed ignoring warnings,

Entangled in the meshes of sea veins,

I crashed into a reef,

They hadn’t had serious accidents before,

Except one toe had been lost,

This time the reef ripped a large hole,

The ship crash happened in the spot,

That had been brooding and colluding,

Infested with piranhas kids,

Baby piranhas saw you slowly,

Because they have milk teeth,

They sawed me out of despair,

I let them chop me,

Because I stopped loving my sins,

I wasn’t free from doubts,

It might have been the lack of brains,

To get involved from the beginning

In any case I loved, I killed,

I did from the bottom of my cruiser,

Ripping the largest hole in its neck,

I cast a look,

Who stayed with me on deck,

Everyone jumped,

I was alone,

With no one who was alive but dead,

The liquid grave was sucking down,

Excited waves were biting,

Washing the passengers away,

Nobody’s left,

They drowned,

He’s not a man,

He was an iceberg,

Each cloud has a silver lining,

For me it was the best reminder,

That I was an atoll”.

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Two.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.”Some duties we will share underneath. The best seat is reserved for you from the beginning. I’ll put you in the center because you the navel of my script. As ever the fifth row. In the vicinity to horns in the musicians pit, actresses’ skirts and hesitation of a garter”. “So that I see the show the way you had it in your head”. “The knight of the suspenders, it works another way your know. Here there is no future. Here there is no past. The present is a dress rehearsal because we stage it Live”.

 

 

 

 

“The second round was His Majesty Masoch,

 I strived to prove myself,

For alien and masochistic reasons,

That love endures all,

When one of us becomes submissive none,

A rug endures military boots,

Stiletto heels and barefooted,

Making love and lost in passion lovers,

I was a gardener,

 Planting another love,

Winds didn’t shift easily there,

All climate changes sailed,

 I brought it forth,

I warmed it up,

I love it and I cherished,

I had the right to kill,

The wonder or the monster I created,

I cut its legs and arms,

With shatters of a broken vase,

Only the face remained like crystal,

Unscarred and unretouched,

Wrinkled with fingerprints on it,

At the beginning of my crimes,

I counted the cuts,

 I lost count of madness very quickly,

You ask  ‘Why did you kill?’

I wished one day it’d cut me loose,

But everything grew dark,

My mind grew darker than one million winters,

With every cut,

It lessened to a short-lived bum,

‘It’s  wrong’  they say,

It was one way of my resistance,

I cut, I cut, I cut,

Until I didn’t feel,

I buried it in snow,

To get away with other people’s crimes,

Unsolved because of the long distance,

‘Why did you kill?’

Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask,

We cut anything that we love,

When we lose self-esteem,

It is the way we do resist and grow,

I made my way crawling in him,

He was so slippery inside,

I fell, I fell, I fell,

His whole body smiled,

He stopped looking for her,

Because I was in any place but near,

His whole body laughed,

Exploding with pleasure,

I tried to find fire escape into my dark,

I tried to find a key,

That will unlock his heart,

And to release me from my cell,

Where I was a volunteer,

I failed I failed I failed,

Because I loved”.

 

 

Incest. Another Love One Hundred Thirty One.

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Thirty One.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.“As a love god I want to ask a goddess. We were not struck by thunderbolt you see. May I?”  “Who asks gods for permissions? Gods live for doing favors”. “What part was kept for you?” “I wonder what you have been thinking. Of course, I am the lead. The last thing that I wanted was a role. When you’re inside, you don’t see”. “What was the first thing you  desired at the most? It was to say the words that otherwise you couldn’t say to him”. “Performing love we write the script. We have the leads. We are directors and producers. We are behind all scenes and sins”. “You will be overcrowded with duties”.

 

 

 

 “Love turns the loving one into a beggar,

That day you don’t hear what you say,

Sentences plugged with cobweb cotton wool, 

They stop our ears,

You never said,

I never thought,

I would end up being deaf”,

“Deafness can be afflicted,

By an affair of the heart,

As blindness can be caused by love,

An acute fear of the dark,

Strumming monotonous tick tock,

Fear of being abandoned,

‘I am afraid of night,

I am afraid of dawn,

I’m afraid before night falls,

I am afraid of you being gone’,

It is called fear- earworm”,

“Unleashed imagination was Hell hole,

Relentless brain cells wove spider net,

I wore drama makeup like others in the valley,

The Muses’ suite was a shoe storage cabinet,

I was a dog Doormat,

Imploring, asking for a bone,

My wagging tale knocked on his door,

The cat started to bark,

It learnt a foreign language,

Useless to it before,

I slept on the last step of the last stairs,

I climbed to reach his heart,

I was a rug,

One day I’d be worn-out,

Under the weight of carriage,

Forgotten in the basement of his mind,

It felt so grand to tilt at windmills,

I was a harbor and refuge,

One big ear defined my face and my existence,

To hear only what he said,

To be his “no” and his wants,

I was his wild rose,

He was my little prince,

Step number six,

The end is near,

I know all the steps,

I dance the sixth one on my own,

Keeping in mind these words,

 ‘Beware of the little princes,

That came from one man stars,

Arrogant roses in thorns,

They stay untamed,

Being terrified of draughts,

Beware of the creatures,

That doesn’t believe in anything on Earth,

Insanity is precious,

I am his crying rose,

He is my heartless prince in love”

 

 

 

 

Incest.Another Love One Hundred Thirty.

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Thirty.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.“Will they be equal parts?” “It all depends on how many times we did it in the past. Love is a blond and chubby baby. It throws strawberry ice creams. It intervenes in the affairs of gods of love. They always are in their teens. If they want it, they want it now. I leave you no choice. Dissect it into equal thirds”. “I need to ask wise Solomon”. “Don’t bother him with how. Don’t bother bleeding, do it now and rip it into thirds”.

 

 

 

 

 

“I’ve always hated being an oyster,

Deadly attached to a big fish,

My lonely stay in the dark kingdom,

 Would have been funny and too funny,

If there had not roamed a hungry zombie squad,

I did decide long time ago,

If I met zombies in the street,

I couldn’t stand running and hiding,

I couldn’t stand being scared,

I would have let them bite me,

It was exactly what I did,

The moment I was bit,

I felt that gracious happiness was sadness,

Then I invented a new fright,

My biggest terror was,

“If you stop loving me one night,

 Don’t think that I will hate you,

If you stop loving me, I’ll die,

I’ll hate living my empty life,

I’ll disavow my existence,

The very night you love me not,

I won’t be alive”,

 I didn’t want to die,

That’s why I cultivated my persistence,

I turned into a missing person,

Annoying flyers on windshields”,

“Did you forget to leave a trail?

 Leaving behind the crumbs of cake,

Or hungry birds pecked them away,

You lost the path to the love nest”,

“I grew into a creature,

Who started missing much,

I lost the path that led me to myself.

I cloned demons every night,

He was allergic to the cats,

Made from molasses gingerbread,

It didn’t stop him from collecting,

Looking alive dead owl heads,

I didn’t study safety regulations,

I did forget my anti-future plan,

‘Love is a wicked witch,

She is the only one,

Out of hand we give her any right,

To lie, to bring us down and to mock,

To torture us,

Love is  humiliation’.