Pacifiers And Keys

Pacifiers and keys, Do you ask why as kids or why as kids our pacifiers are keys. reminders of the keys we need to buy to pacify them with, Keys of car and keys of houses, as we all nimble on the illusion of shared freedom mental as they are hand to us chains of pressure binds. wants to reach for glory not minding falling and scrapping our faces with tears and blood cooling the magma we walk on with life is so on fare, 

The first key is the Key of nothing, Nihilism at the core begets disciplined indifference paints my scowl, the book of Luke says it is counted, This goes for Satan and his supplementary services for servitude addled scarecrows who in the sales of sacrificing of kids who in knees sink deep in sand asking for signs of the savior of sapiens, still living succinct lives sacrificing, and for what, Hope?

Our rent payers come from a place where material things make up the love but what happens when your house is not your home you have been away for so long and the imprisonment of education is freedom since you have built a world separate from them, Mind you must miss the comfort and omnipotence of solitude. Your dawn and dusk are yours to decide and you the side of hue you decide, nothing comes to mind to remind us bed smears our worth

  The bent key is the key of love, a game not for the myopic we brag in the cold our fruits are apples though it has it's seasons, but keep irrigating If you want it every season, Still It isn't as sweet like being with a man who wore only a shirt and wasn’t naked with Pacifiers as keys, he concentrate on that when he is playing with love, even when we sleep with famed prostitutes we hope they let us pay with love, as we make that we can’t see

Together I stand alone, defeated before even engaging what the fated is world of man all about There are no flagpoles! I love what I love half waiting for the groom, With all my virgins, I master bathe, The moon ascended our gaze followed, the shadows of our emptiness mirrored on the sky If Poets don’t explain themselves do you know if this Demi-sexual Orpheus does want you but feel you haven’t achieved the emotional catharsis that he has and developed the threshold and the depth of indifference but not more than he, as he the sire control

Pacifiers and keys we use kisses as pacifiers for the pacified to use keys as pacifiers for our children, Who do we hope will pacify us with the second key of beautiful perfection, when Beauty is flawed admired only in the body of teenager perfect face in an imperfect phase, Living questionable lives still from far to near fear our frivolous fortitude when we go challenging all on the basis of rationality, where Jokes are not funny and nobody is as cool, when do we realize it all? When does it begin to end? When Girls talk, boys do too finding money to buy the prize of being the bigger man wanting love and rejecting it frustration flying free all within the Self centeredness of one watermelon trying to stay calm while the world lights fire cracker around

Pacifiers and keys, pacify us our kids with keys when you were little i gave you keys to pacify you when you cried which you held, you licked, leaked, kissed and dangled around like the life you  think you  own. My joy, my investment money wasted on you, let me if you were going to disappoint, It’s funny you should chose the key as your pacifier, how I will live my life when you are a border sometimes, I think it only fair the scorching sun scalds your psyche and bake your mind for the tumultuous future in store for you, for you will never be happy you will never find love my love you will search for it in the triangular shaped abyss or abbeys because preach faith the only visible thing child is key the symbol for commercialized happiness

What has been whispered in private rooms shall be proclaimed in housetops I was the one the bible told you to be afraid of the one who can kill your soul and free your mind save you from the regimentation of the religious binds, Mine is like an abandoned submarine lost in the deep, world is filled with problems and agony and issues while you complain about a tyrannosaurus with nail under its feet

I came I saw and did not consider the possibility of seeing and coming but still here I stand within and without, even as a babe reincarnated, you didn’t understand the Infidelity spoken in different languages preaching the Gospel of Luke, looking around tapping on the iron in the winter when the moss was cold. Unemployment has been a bitch now I might tell you about it but it will be your job to listen to my lamentation tuned to the Keys of misunderstanding devoid of Love and cares of any kind. A frustrated friar with funky hair far from perfect but still free enough to adore the little peeks from raised left hands atop skirts of pink and white. Red and black, Inverted triangles ease my favorite shape. young boy of battered boxers believing in a dream bewildered with demons and witches that hold back voices at the call of Jesus

When she turned her back I was taken aback without an Abacus count your blessing for you will Abase thyself before God, Who will not abate my anger of being un-acquitted at the vaginal tribunal that I was made to appear and  abase myself before un-abatable abbesses I am the abdicate advocate teaching lessons in abandon’s abundance, Love's aberrant

Pardon the few seconds id buttressed aberration reminding us times when our mind was at abeyance with my pitiful petty proud spew of profound potty

On the trails of trials I an eye, I see what I walk on with look at you an ewe begging me to ram at arm length and mar the belief propagated by another, fist clenched lies and the deceived reality makes land grabbers achieve mongrel attention and this yellow lizards feels stronger, if time kills and fear kills who prowls this night proudly tear at my back, who misses me, who fears nothing, who takes without giving, who peers here and feels threatened do you sleep with what I tell you,

Do you sleep at all? Jabbed in with the Key of loneliness today is the day you die; see this crumb through, with hopes of creating a shortcut before deleting where lives of others haunts us, plague us, we rich in closer through personal questions to get familiarized to the demon and foolishness we know within we all share, But they are coy, they lie, they hide and cower behind better clothes and sphinx answers

We rich in closer a little more and laugh with our ugly face touch our mangled breast put in the green make up on our baked black face Oh but they see the greed the jealousy in our every Breath and watch us ever foolishly try so hard, if The lives of others haunts us let it save us, if only they d let us we'd inch in closer through the reassurance that one cannot make another to let them know that there basic is our basis, make them. Maybe they will see behind this accident of a face we burn brightly as we did when we first glowed and we glow, we glow alike, an eternal babe - mangled bent jagged in all edges but still fit perfectly to open doors even if what remains behind is still a surprise, We sure pry like pacifiers and keys.

by Victor Samuel