

Static Pleasure The crisp buzz of static promisesStatic Pleasure by ~CausticContraption
bombarding the senses like a stirred swarm of hornets.
Hollow whispers soaring on corruption's breath
and alighting on wistful limbs,
plaguing their natures with a parasitic postulate.
Branches rustling and undulating like windswept hair,
splayed out in the infinite chasm of life.
Struggling, clinging, grasping,
begging for that which is not to come.
That which is mind not body.
What is and isn't.
With bone crunching cracks, those enlightened derelicts
are liberated through swift debilitation, careening
through the grasp of delusional, honeyed fingers,
avoiding eternal charm's seductive caress.


Pseudo-Prodigy Another world, that prodigy taps on the keysPseudo-Prodigy by ~CausticContraption
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
Another dimension, that prodigy reveals the fabric of the cosmos
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
Another universe, that prodigy summons God and Life appears
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
In reality, that prodigy stagnates
Decreation, essence consumed
He laughs...
Plaintively


Nature's Way To look at Her BeautyNature's Way by ~CausticContraption
through a pane of glass,
Is to cook a feast
that serves as ornament.
To shut the door before
crossing the foyer,
Is to tear up a letter
from a long lost friend.
To take shelter from
Her Eternal Benevolence,
Is to reject the
compassion of a stranger.
To shut yourself off
from Nature's Grasp,
Is to say no to the
Way.


Stagnant Sequestering... Stagnant Sequestering, Sultry SuffocationStagnant Sequestering... by ~CausticContraption
A dark street, lamp-less, peerless;
a filament weaving its way among giants.
Blue noise flickers brighter and duller,
filtering out into the night through
rain splattered windows.
A man calls from an escape hatch,
hollering between the rusted aluminum bars.
I can't quite make out what he's saying.
The lightning and rain drowns out his guttural growls.
His face, that of a derelict, is indistinguishable.
A child runs across the street but trips,
and falls into the musky waters of sewer puddles.
His clothes are strewn with garbage and decay.
He casts me a glance, a frisson passes over me
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