Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You can see beauty
with your eyes rolled back in pain
beauty of the being
so tangible
it slips
through my fingers
like liquid lead

Society has made beauty
a topical disease

Westernized beauty
smells like burnt rubber
decaying corpses
hidden in designer clothes
heavy with ugly

The splendor of true beauty
is thick and wild
the jungle of existence
let me keep myself warm
wrap life around my self

Your beauty is sacred
like jazz
that foams from an artist's mind

There is horror in the world
like thine eyes have not seen
unheard tales
lost in asphalt blood
Your perfection is unharmed
by reality and time

Your beauty is sacred
impossible to dissipate
because there will always be poets
shivering in the wind
You remove pain
Anesthesia for the heart
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I said I'd love you
till I died
now I'd rather die
before l love you

Sacred
you say you're credible
sacred

Nothing sacred about your existence
there is no longer beauty to admire
you're fucking wood amidst a fire
your verbosity dense

You spit against my face
a romantic disgrace
Our chords are broken
Take your music from my heart

I search for the ghost of Eastern noon
as I walk across your soul's desert
where rain settles a level of gloom

There is sand in my eyes
I can see through your lies

The ghost of Eastern gloom
comes to visit me at noon

There is sand in your lies
I can see through your eyes

The ghost of Eastern noon
meets me at the mouth of your wasteland
There is truth on his tongue
your infidelity rests on his lips
we no longer exist
in eternal bliss
the flame of fortune teller's grit
wraps its serpent grip
around my ardent heart

And I lay
prophet at my ear
telling me to stay
so that I may hear

How you,my lover, were untrue
tears and sand conjoin
concrete of my romantic pain
Your anesthesia has expired
Slice yourself into morsels of nothing

The flame of veracity
burning in unraveled truths
my soul has split
The game your hips played
whispered to me through the sand
truth told in storms
where your dust was thrown into my face
the grit of your lies
sour

Betrayal is an indulgent war
where winners become foul

Your ruined the haven
smashed our intensity
when bleakness entered
into the wild of my body
the ooze of your tenebrous being
slithering through my love

Your candied heart
now vomit in the wind

Bitter mead of past love
leave me to fly
as a free dove

Lucy

I search for the ghost of Eastern noon
as I walk across your soul's desert
where rain settles a level of gloom

There is sand in my eyes
I can see through your lies

The ghost of Eastern gloom
comes to visit me at noon

I could imagine my soul a desert
a desert at night
when I can see every star
and think about Camus
and his tender indifference

nice work nice changes
a kick in the face of vanity

fly above the roar
to the powder blue
of reality, all is rearrange
volcanoes spew and then
they will sit in silence, I
always see back to the
pain, walking forward..............