Blue Monotones

Blue telephone poles reach out to the angels,
Mouth rattles interspersed between the messages.

Unlikely tickets in foyer left standing on a fortune tellers peg leg.
War-peaced together by dinner theatricals, involving shattered masks and plastic swans.

Mistaken identities, listening, gaping at the sight of the oven.
To recall the well of knowledge you left inside the dirty sink, it clogged the drain.

Animal puppets dangling from those wires.
No one can find them any more , dear chicken I swore to you...promised you long life.

You must sing to me when I'm wearing earmuffs, that I might understand but I don't understand this warming up in the granary, and you'll arrive with plenty of sardine cans to live in.

Bringing the tickets with a flourish of broken shells
With your eye on the prize-winning eels that wrapped around a squid.

Bullock, his buttocks all brown and scorched, that ginger man ran.
He dodged the rocket, with an arrow at the corner of his eye but not its 'fueling his pain.

It is clearly another day in August that I remember happening last year.

The air is full of it today, in open amazement that senses the next day approaching.



.

By Zete



Blue tale,
the next day approaching
Unlikely tickets for the foyer
left leg standing on distortion
fortune tellers peg leg all warped
War-pea theatricals
involving Bullock
With hands in open amazement.

I remember whats happening last year,
The air is full of shattered masks and plastic swans.



By Aaron

Underwrite sober Snell thing and VI feel like you Candy were Young anything hen.

Fringe ample to the node,

I walk the first fishy steps to Sardinia
Stepping alinealine...

now a neat railroad olawntodaytoday

marks the first insteps.

the first talk on the moon
SaturnsSaturns a little closer...

rings a little bit touching...
neglecting the limelight.

former amen,...forgive that lung...
knees are creaking to a song
former men, are...

...the touching of the shins, ...touching their shins,

cool tingly hairs, sensing a special buzz...
I can the writer..cage the writer..
forgive the oil cool tingly hairs,
that Tung...Tungfish sensing a special buzz...
A whole new dish.

By Aaron and Zete.

Major Linkshot.(newnusses)

New knew knew it was something I’ve never seen...
Blew it away like a dandelion,
Away to the awkward coast of counting.
Another day and paydirt, Another day and sayhurt
Restorate me, into a wonderful portrait.
Or rotate me around the world.
I am a potato digger, with dirty fingernails.
A white mash, with black inked toe nails.
A creature comfort with future pretensions,
Reeling the line with your belly wide open,

Fish fertilizer lying round the camelias
I know the liquid dye surrounds me...
A flower of God for the little drummer boy.
A little peace with a fiddle piece.

nik the antique dresser...

By; Zete And Aaron

"You did so well Hand Held Funny thing: In NZ we have a beer called DB...Ha Ha"

DB

Be near my little cry for help
These small commercial words will fade into the
Pot of Orion soon enough

I so remember Japan, and its cheapened toys
That road from China is now full of tin
Potholes, no porcelain left, lead poisons.

Who measures the grainaries now my little ones
Eager to bend the straw , the sheaves less
Of a nourishment, the tea weakened water.

In the interests of interest they take
With reddned fingers the sweaty crop
Not a horse left to neigh-say the theft.
.
The red neck cries foul, the hands of cockroaches
Toy with little viral surprises
Crawling through the paper

We swallow our Daily Bread too quickly.

-Zete Purongge

We swallow our my little cry for help
To be near the Daily Bread too quickly.

the paper words will fade into the DB
Crawling through The small commercial

Viral surprises Pot of Orion,
Toys with the little soon enough...

I so remember Japan in
the hands of cockroaches.

The redneck cries foul and cheapened its toys.
That road from China to neigh-say the theft.

Not a horse left is now full of tin,
Potholes, no porcelain left, the sweaty crop.

With reddned finger grainaries now my little ones
Who measures the lead poisons.

Eager to bend the straw of interest they take
Of a nourishment, In the interests...

The tea weakened water.
-Aaron Held

BETTER CHANGE

Do you remember the fertilizer
In pellets Dad gave the plants
How they bolted
From lovely green shoots
To a sick old maturity
How the children are fed pellets
Of propaganda
with the same results?

Sometimes the name is good enough
Sometimes it's better changed spontaneously

Allow error they said
Rules are selective
My own rowboat is blue
Like the sea and the sky.




[RelaX]




Only yesterday
The scent of your body butter
Weaving its way through a crowded tent
How bizzare the backs of your legs
Counting the days we spent
In that Turkisk place where salad
And meatballs were common enough
Those camels from hell
Stamping their feet
To knock off the shackles...
Our own feet free †
Our minds shackled
Like them, we didnt flinch
When the memories came close
Enough to smell
Tawny, musky, the lush oasis
Our ever lit eyes
Searing the sand
Our sandals trapsing
Silicon streets
Your scented body butter
Capturing the crowd.
-Zete Purongge



Do you remember the fertilizer
Only yesterday
In pellets Dad gave the plants
The scent of your body butter
How they bolted
Weaving its way through a crowded tent
From lovely green shoots
How bizarre the backs of your legs
To a sick old maturity
Counting the days we spent
How the children are fed pellets
In that Turkisk place where salad
Of propaganda
And meatballs were common enough
with the same results?
Those camels from hell
Sometimes the name is good enough
Stamping their feet
Sometimes it's better changed spontaneously
To knock off the shackles...
Allow error they said
Our own feet free †
Rules are selective
Our minds shackled
My own rowboat is blue
Like them, we didnt flinch
Like the sea and the sky.
When the memories came close
[RelaX]Enough to smell
Tawny, musky,
Our sandals trapsing the crowd.
Our ever body butter
Searing the sand Silicon streets
Our sandals trapsing
Great, wistful, and the notion of
Your scented lit eyes
memories coming close enough to smell.
Capturing the lush oasis.
-Aaron Held

In the Face of It.

In the face of it
One bends to the absurd

The schism of all that breathes
In realms so fractured they
Look nose-down at each ones' sphere of glory
~ Or discontent.

Iphigenia herself cant save our day.

We head in blind pursuit
Yet warm extravagance for worldly stage

Unheralded the joyful fruit we bare
Here in the space now given
A poesy blooms from goodly will
A definition recognised
in spirit alone for sense
Outridden bids the Angel of Intelligence
To fall before the glanc-ed eye

Un wary now it glows with wise
And succulent beam
A Ray lit star in a darknight sky.
-Zete Purongge

In the Face of It.

Stage at each ones' sphere of glory

One bends to the absurd, In the face of the blind.

Pursuit of all that breathes cant save our day.

The joyful fruit we bare yet warm extravagance for worldly
~ Or discontent.

To fall before the glanc-ed eye,
Iphigenia herself Look nose-down, The schism.

In realms so fractured they A poesy blooms.

From goodly will A definition recognized
in spirit alone for sense.

We head in A Ray lit star in a dark night sky.

Yand succulent beam bids the Angel of Intelligence.

Unheralded Out ridden bids space now given
Here in the space now given.

Out ridden the Angel of Intelligence
Here in the Unwary.
Now it glows with wise........

Unheralded the glanc-ed eye
To fall before the joyful fruit we bare
A definition recognized.

Very kool from goodly will
ziggy stardustesque..
A poesy blooms in spirit alone for sense.
-Aaron Held

you cant be certain ever of me

you cant be certain ever of me
i have envelopes to fill, shoes to overflow
in someone's dynamite a termite
enters an open oriface.

my
eyeliner is crooked and smells of garlic
Japanese radish is the main menu
On a seagrass floor a door jamb chops


Lychee trees everywhere... the terraces
Stuck with fresh dates, mangoes from Mexico
Right here in wooden boxes they glow


you
Keep me honest and your diatribe fills
Donuts of despair, their desperation is
useless


Only in the butcher's shop can i find bones
Enough to assuage my appetites
My dog is waiting for the spit of contention
To roll down the street in disappointment.

There , you see, i said it again...STREET©
Fleet word, a reed, a wandle of repetiton
Another pet set loose on the unsuspecting.
-Zete Purongge

A rubix cube of personalty, I am not what I seem...
Feet personalized with overflowing shoes, I am in the envelope(ready to send)
Your dynamite was a dud but only a termite was around to hear it.
Enter now or face it.

My emotions determine how my make-up looks.
layered and smiled,
Waiting like a Japanese pumpkin on its death bed.
Walk barefoot on the sea floor, doors ajar chopping board.

Trees may suffocate you,
orange light bulbs gleaming with edibility.
looking down from the terrace.

Keep you honest, with you dozens of despair.
desperation to keep your stomach filled.
Useless...

Bones that create the cathedral,
butcher weeps at his boneless shop.
dog spits the appetites contention,
Your STREET© keeps you from disappointment.

Street unlocks secrets to your subconscious.
Fleet from the STREET© wander your repetition,
Controlled the pet so long, leash was broken.
Lose the unexpected.
-Aaron held

soem oddy sunndi
soem oddy sunndi
shum nun na,
shum nun na,
Goob rer Ovain
shum nun na
shum nun na
the lotuscan
Sunndi ky Zaan,
Iamma valling.
Juun tummusk icky yolk!
soe vey sunrada......................Aaron Held

"Sodomity is gross Goobers are gross The sunRada becomes So very sunRada."-Zete Purongge

Ada Opzt.
Hus'san goymey
Goi dunrada dun sun baby ama.
doi dundency, loi oh avey soem nana
soem sunrada, Baisuun ada..............

Itch grogrogro senor.
Lo ves itch soem sunrada!
nundency..sope sunrada
novey sunrada....................

sai yamama
sai yamama

sai ney sai mey say vo ohoho mei hey ey vey sope sope momanama yamama so vey a bai sun so gaga na na vu isk kido sunrada nolesi.

Guzma yamama nono, guzmanna yamama adara sope...sope....lov ves
soem Sunrada....
so vey so sunrAda.

-Aaron Held

"You remind me of a pop-up toaster All soapy and itchy And smelling of salt air and cat pellets."-Zete Purongge

plascadama
goi mey so so apa.

Gagag so so gag-ama .

so veddy soso so veddy soso.
lestmei uwuw, utut, uwuw, utut...sai opei...ledmeow
tra vava tra vava sobaba.
lelesodamei.
ohlendor.......
liv len sodai.

camo mal sea-ablow.
meeapa, ohoh, uwuw.
Huuh na seacray fu.

vu apaboba...................Oakrin! :0
al'ka verdy, sovey mo sawasiappui!
-Aaron Held

"veddy veddy nyoice Yes I wanna soda 2 My dress is the same Army issue Meeping is good Sawwing on the Mississippi Beggin your pardon Yoyr foot is on that cat. ."-Zete Purongge

Sontada zu! Sontada zu!
Enyist getacakah vu... Getgata vu...
Enyist gatavata zenny zu, Venny aba'zuul!
Sebbyest gata-gata eny zu, Saibai ama'nool!
Sontada zu! Sontada zu!

Revaloy abba kaibai abba zu!
saibai ama'nool!
Re-Veh-loy-SAAA! REV Lai LO sigh...
Enyist cata-gata! App-abb-atitat!
sainoi sovaylo nun,
sainoi sovaylo sun,
sainoi sovaylo satra zooe-aah!
Heyyyma!
So---bra---kamino!.
..SAI! So-So!
kamenai!
Saibra!
Sobra enno sobra enno saima!
Revolo sake no manama,
saianima oso saibay noso,
cata gahanima! saivo sutefre' aIa lonebei
......aIa lonebei...sosasa fra catalowe.

Sontada zu! Sontada zu!
Enyist juchu soe su,
Enyist I know apai tu!
Enyist Ida sata omme lo cabreata...
ZO ZUUWAAH! AH!
Sontada zu! Sontada zu!

Sai....
Sai gatta gatta goo!
Gatta gatta goo!
SAI....
Sai gatta gatta goo!

gatta GOO!

SAI AWAHOH!

NANOE ZU!

-Aaron

In the Abbey

Caramel geckos slink the wall

animals of neglect

they dodge the plaques

they are galvanized

into our dreams

they are small

as a nano

as

cute

as pie

my eye

[where
little monuments
hide beneath
the
assurance
of
your
hats]

Jauntily
Blossoms

In Your
Light.

-Zete Purongge

seagull and the french horn.

Stride threw the ear, whizzing sensations in the canal, the brain pumps OH baby it screams YOUISMS, can't control tomorrows call, the brain has stopping working bullets sprint pretty rainbows. Nobodies calling they comethcomers can't call you nothing...sorry bodies that rose but didn't submerge i came to the top but then I hit the rock bottom, something spring sing the opera house, cleaning sales the back room vacuum is sealing the bulkhead, seas vibrant denial..housing Me's and you'd the stable holds the mules...mounts menu...see right through the blouse, catch the glimpse of the nevermore, ceiling time the dope dazzled ramblers, steering time with a muzzled beak. the hearing waits for the fish, can i arrive before my principles are filled, water overboard, now the time to realize your own faults, the rip-pit rapids, rampage in your nails. rails the glass-strophic effect shatter bones, the main nights failed to read in the dark, coaster binges the pale peeledpelledyakkingyackinga nun.

By: Aaron Held

I like this one....
I like the ®title...
.the title is very good one..
..it goes know §where....
it is fishy...it
§smells fishy....
it rocks...
its pouring‰ with rain.....its'blousey....
it fixes on fenceposts
....the seagull i mean
....not the french ‡horn
....old french films please me
.... in ♥the morning....
large mornings are best
.... this is when ±we cooperate
..... when its playing on the tv
....the ♣old french film
....i recognise her back these days
..... anorexic
..... Huddle¶ little sparrows in my barn¿

®

By Zete Purongge

Invalid ring

Pour knuckles down,
the wind sock is purring,
can the screech owl, attack the navel.
with his peeking tom mentality.
streets filed down to a solid number.
telling her the secret nature.
The night time rings,
the nest waddles, the giver gabs away.
dandelions that sing,
saddled up and the windows is cleansed.
how are you?
I am sinking...it drips.
now let us dance to the sawdust.

-Aaron Held

Im engaged with the butcher
His blood on the floor
The sawdust in my hair
He was bold enough to bone
The old cow, now dead as a nail
In the night the flight of owls
Hit the window screaming
This is a feather bed
Made wisely.

-Zete Purongge

Aaron Held

UNUNU

Un-ran...
Now it's the delicious,
Sappy nomad,
Pink balloons in no mans land,
Now the honey is dripping.

I seek the yolk... but it finds me.
and the sugar blood oozes out the pen.
Keyboard typing melody...
The vibrating letters on the screen.
Say beneficial,
now it's to late.
I ocean the feelings with tight scaffolding.
It's definitely a dead end.
Snipping the hay... defined by the dark contrast.
Hard cure for your easy bones.
Now you can help him.
See the lotus form the cone head.
In and out of tubular swirls.
Hunger by the hugs, seeping hypnotized eye.
Now it calls, but muteness didn't allow.
Ink riddled sea stars.
Noon crickets and I saw something in the lens.
Pink all over my face...
The rag was bleeding.
and the sisters assumed,
There was a crow in the corn fields...Aaron Held

Zete Purongge

NUNUNU

Now the honey is dripping.
and the sugar blood oozes out the pen.
Pink all over my face...

Noon crickets and I saw something in the lens.
In and out of tubular swirls.
The vibrating letters on the screen.
Keyboard typing melody...
Un-ran... Pink balloons in no mans land,
Hard cure for your easy bones.
Now it's the delicious,

now it's to late.
I seek the yolk..in the street©. but it finds me.
I ocean the feelings with tight scaffolding

Say beneficial,.
See the lotus form the cone head.
It's definitely a dead end.
Snipping the hay... defined by the dark contrast.
Now you can help him.
.
Now it calls, but muteness didn't allow.
The rag was bleeding.
Ink riddled sea stars.
.and the sisters assumed,
There was a crow in the corn fields...Sappy nomadz,

Translated Madness

Sav losta fru solasta fru,

Sai sasta lasta fru solasta lasta fru.

Semme semme coalo su coalolo su semmy amalu saya amalu.

Cata data frack am man doo,

So lata dodo sue,

semmy semmy

asta koo, lastacasta nuu...

Julu javada same SA sova lA.

Sahaybeh hay so yestava...soi soi sava so soi.

Dai do dav dava da doi dai dai dai dada dava dai, doi!

Lavloi lava liva noi,

soi sava soi semm sen civvy civvy sen soi!

CrellistiVA AVA!

Sig sava so lee,

semyai solicky dava doi!

Sem sippy sava soloi,
so lov seI!

-Aaron Held

Translation:

I have lost my fruit salad
I saw it last Friday, now its'lost
Semi colons,semi armulets , I say armulets
Cat information is man shit
Extinct coffee
Semi Semi
A cold can last forever
Iceblocks are all the same in LA
I ate so much hay yesterday.....so, so much [with soy]
Im dying of the hay dough, the hay dough , hay dough
Bring me some avioli
Im dying....be civil to me
CROUSTINI.... God Help me!
A cigarette may help
It's making me colicky
I need to sip some vodka.

-Zete Purongge

LORn MoWeR or prehaps...

LORn MoWeR

I mean to capture you
Then release you
I will offer you round
Because I love you
Or perhaps it is the opposite
Perhaps I will abandon you
Perhaps you will confuse me
Every bewilderment will assay us
It will be the solution to our headspace
Conditional of capture
Bewilderment will be rifled in the bookleaves
I do not understand this
It traps my mind
Reversal is impossible
I am caught in your trap
You are court in mein TWOfold
The step into it is not easy
But bewilldering.

-Zete



I mean to bewildering.
But capture you
Then release it,
is not easy......

The step into you,
You are court in, you round
I will offer mein TWOfold

Because 'I" in your trap
I am caught.. I love you..
Reversal is it is the opposite

Or perhaps is impossible.

my mind, it traps you,
it abandons you, Perhaps I will...
I do not, will not confuse me
Perhaps you understand this

I do not, will assay us..
Every bewilderment be rifled in the bookleaves
Bewilderment will be the solution

to our headspace.

It will be...
Conditional of capture.

-Aaron

Slanted: in the OtheR diRection By Aaron Held and Zete Purongge

(You suck the marrow out of me........

...Peculating me from the inside...)

Pull me from my outer shell, force me in a box.

Now she talks slowly, lips moving like a ballerina...

Folded swan, rich cemetery lawns...The six legs pulling off the torso.
Feeding the wild hawks withered dust.

"I saw through a lens, underneath my pillow...."

I don't think so........You don't have to explain no more......her hearts a putrid honeycomb.

The same name becoming sentences.
Cursed with chalky breath.
Pinkish death coal.
Printed
.ON.

....STONE....

slanted in the OtheR diRection

i blow him
(from outside his namesake) He becomes a size bigger than ever before... rats
He seizes the Ringmasters' Cane-of -Control ...... Oh Lurker watch for the fall

Didnt you know of the topography
Of the wild swan and its' every dip and flip to the sediment

Of the Lotus bursting to show its brilliance


Yes, I know so........ its self obvious......there's a dripping sugar cane waiting to be harvested

Your name is ever on the plinth

Blessed by zephrs waft
Left in lace
ON

COLD GLASS

Call for... the wind....

Call for... the wind.... What if I...Blank stares across the swampland. Finally I was to stay glad...Well the first man trippin'. Winched out the catacomb, the honey dew drippin'. Screams across the band stand, water poured for many hours... Some did not say, or stay. They sat or stood, what was it...the small man did ask. Feeling the back of the naked necklace, feeding it to the dog whores. Sooner... he got it all right, Oh sooner... he came through.... Sooner... he came to see all the things he went through. All hes gotta reach for.... is someway to go... To many trails to follow, nectar sippin'to long. All that walks on by, strive for the moon. Call...f-or.. for-the... for... the wind, and then order the sun... to go away. 7:16 PM 2 Comments 1 Kudos Translate Powered by English Albanian Arabic Bulgarian Catalan Chinese Croatian Czech Danish Dutch Estonian Filipino Finnish French Galician German Greek Hebrew Hindi Hungarian Indonesian Italian Japanese Korean Latvian Lithuanian Maltese Norwegian Polish Portuguese Romanian Russian Serbian Slovak Slovenian Spanish Swedish Thai Turkish Ukrainian Vietnamese Print Edit Remove

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ZETE PURONGGE * ....... Zete Purongge

No!....Stay they cats combed in the final dripping Allplayed out or in or between those Reaching....spewing the nectarines down his skirtle The tires on his autocart are flatland mysteries Beyond his heaven lies a doggone fishead feature Trailed with seaweed he locks his jaw on a rock Horror is not issued justly...just issued.

safe to say your orange....

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

safe to say your orange.... Zoo, having kids. whitening....pathetically programs...trees. feel them on the knees/body gets that way. Whole tensions brushing, limbs, limp. yep...mhmm...waters running...yeah. oops. Whats alright? spit, wash your mouth out. Cut off the top. worst.............. Oo0oO0ooOh groans, and maples. Fishbowl christmas. through the ball. Balancing, getting, sucking. Weeell...weeell...all this stuff is done. Why bother...middle of the night. sick, week, old refrigerator mold. OH MY GOD I'm right here. Doves wanted it, waaay to simple. main booth. 9:11 PM 2 Comments 1 Kudos Translate Powered by English Albanian Arabic Bulgarian Catalan Chinese Croatian Czech Danish Dutch Estonian Filipino Finnish French Galician German Greek Hebrew Hindi Hungarian Indonesian Italian Japanese Korean Latvian Lithuanian Maltese Norwegian Polish Portuguese Romanian Russian Serbian Slovak Slovenian Spanish Swedish Thai Turkish Ukrainian Vietnamese Print Edit Remove

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ZETE PURONGGE * ....... Zete Purongge

safe to say your orange.... Zoo, Goat having kids. whitening...the trees .pathetically Pulled off programs..timber.trees.my.wood. is. bloodied. feel them on the knees/body gets that way. Wholenut blue wire tensions brushing the haircuts , limbs, limps. blimps. yep...mhmm...waters running...yeah.[good veranndahs] oops. Whats alright? Ashen guts swapping the daily news tame and orange spit, wash your mouth out of here Cut off the top. boerewurst.............. Oo0oO0ooOh groans, and maples. Fishbowl firechain christmas. through the looking ball. Balancing, getting, sucking. the wrecking ball Swing Weeell...weeell...all this stuff is done. Why bother with me?...middle of the night feast for the sick, weak, old refrigerator mold. between her fingers OH MY GOD I'm right here. Hawkes made it complicated Doves wanted it, waaay too simple.

micker mood to twitch, earstuff it in the nest week souot ..

micker mood to twitch, earstuff it in the nest week souot ..

Seriously spouting out the silent Mitty flicker...
webbed heart quicken and thicken litterbug,
unison with the pearl railroad systems off with the HEAD... led,
no names on the shirts, faces with fevers zepzete.
Burning, but still yellow in color stroide infant gangleoid tough bugger.

A grave stone patch of woods, serious pretty arse
stretched school bus in a measuring cup its yours now Ive always been a janitoir,
trouble shit in the dishwater what’s this paint on nowhere elixir of poignancy,
I was up in the attic, ripping the new school a rad influence ...conflugent oblongish,
steel friend I don’t know snobbins.
spinkzvink...bullwinkle

Dedicated to what the fickle is this guy doing? storbish lite acrylic hairs
A spider is a spider, a human is a human I said Hares.
Dart isn’t a janitor up there banging doing drums...but no one listens.
Well we were up there looking out its exquithit.
Lower parts running letters feel off and got caught by going back so ethilent.

Not even the first time, arrange a hearsetafield suite
crazy looking hippie got out of your accident, Beethoven new the lines of rich soil
hair can change you cut them all off before pink floyd, din he?
it was all the wind, was blowing, Flogging the spheres....ploggint the gurls
old hippie from the 60s like a deranged rooster, slippers asque
got up caught my dreads off. Attracted the crickets, Teeth hanging out
making babies, guy on all my pretties. Ze letterbox full o BS....winkin slowdreadful sequelch

easy done
eassy won
easy chair
Bear.
Bare.
Morning branch rub
hot tub
delicious sanctity riding her hi-horse
celibating.

By aaron & zete

"It moved when I walk by it...it shook like an earthquake in memory of a grey goose..."

-Aa, Ze

Choice Narrowed...My own senses...some ancient windowsill

CHOICE NARROWED:

I smell the passion of your dreams
it invades me like a rough human fire
a seminal vessel of anger
left on some ancient windowsill
now where you play cordially
among the machinistic words appearing
from technologies' thigh
Young Man, bizzare in your secreted land
Bent in your own willow
all the colours you speak of become mud
in my hand, a clay of mortar , bricks
drench me with your spin
allow entrance, I take it
You are bold snail, I haggle for you
In the slime trail
I become the fascination of dry paper
You my miracle
So devoid of sense i dance.
I remember my manners
the manner of my comming
and going before the crush
when I lay in a costume
reflective of my bearing
left in the unknown now
my own sense free to dress
eat,think as pleases
how strange that I stay faithful
to You, when hell beckons every day.

-Zete Purongge

my own senses.. some ancient windowsill:

to You, passion of your dreams
I smell passion when hell beckons everyday
How strange that it invades me
I stay faithful like a rough human fire
eat a seminal
think as he pleases vessel of anger
my own senses some ancient windowsill
left on free to dress
left in the now, where you
unknown play now cordially
reflective of words appearing
my bearing among the machinistic
when I lay from technologies'
thigh in a costume
bizarre in your secreted land and going
Young Man, before the crush
the manner of your own willow
my coming Bent in
I remember all the colours
my manners you speak of become mud
So devoid of clay of mortar , brick
in my hand, a sense, I dance.
You drench me
my miracle with your spin
I become, I take it
fascination of dry paper allow entrance,
In the slime I haggle for you
you are bold snail trail.

-Aaron Held