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Majestic Fear

Updated on January 10, 2011
Oil Painting By Charles Bukowski
Oil Painting By Charles Bukowski

Majestic Fear

We handed them our wrinkled damaged

Paper soul’s and they ripped and

tore every last one with there shaking

ink covered bony frail cold dead skelaton hands

Is it the the smell of melted skin and petals

from the humans and beautiful dead flowers

that keeps the dreaming machine..

Turning again and again..

And every now and then

the black suits barge in

and take away the many

And all hope.

And know that our bones

Are what's sought after and taken

In order to keep their cars

rolling more efficiently and smooth

Then there's the other's

that have few truthful

thoughts inside their tiny

silver suitcases..

They..

hold while they smile

with mouths open and filled with

multi-colored decaying metal teeth

They put their bow ties on slowly

While they cut off their own feet

So they may breath and

dance in the mangled meat...

Its a soothing dance

And an anticipated pain..

At times its like a flaming

arrow shot into thy guts.

So when you hear the bell

Ringing loudly take your

Antique miniature seat and

eat your clown nose immediately.

When the astronauts come in

the night it’d be a swell Idea

To be cutting their limbs off immediately on sight.

They then begin the riding of the ancient zombie-dinosaur-bones

While peeking through the head of our littlest of little gnomes.

They are always soaring high as the eagle’s vagina's

And their eyes are quickly doubling and tripling in sizes.

Ding dong the witch is giving

fellatio at an under water circus

You can swim there for just five

doll-hairs but hurry you must be quick.

Is there out there any where

some where around here a better deal ?

They'd trade their skull's for,

the ticket's to the show then appendix's

For one of our rib's and a pile of dust

but then the truth would be revealed

And we will never be able to except it

And they the many will always reject it.

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      David Walston 6 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

      Indeed

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      MrDSpade2 6 years ago

      Interesting writing and read...

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      David Walston 6 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

      Thank you very much for your comment and read.

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      Joy56 6 years ago

      great work here indeed

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      David Walston 6 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

      Thank you all much.

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      Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      Facinating and unique imagry,Mr. Poet.;)

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      KLyrics 6 years ago

      your incredible, each time when I think couldn't be beter, it is thank you for the inspiration

      love kim

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      Agnew T. Pickens 6 years ago

      My you have grown in your craft!

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      David Walston 6 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

      Im most obliged.

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      elvit 6 years ago

      Beautiful Hub. Thanks for bringing our minds to this.