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Word
03:17
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In the beginning there was ,
and all was ,
but we did not know of ,
until was broken by that
Holiest of Holy's -
Creator of universes
That which breathes life into death
That which unveils mystery
Tool of magicians – all with this tool are magicians!
-Word.
You bring galaxies close to touch,
& simple black stains on snow weave worlds from void.
You bring fire to the hay that bursts into love,
and strike hot the iron of hate,
and separate families by invoking that spell
called law
that sentences, sentences, sentences!
-Word.
Thou art incantation formed in holy grammar!
Tall are thy volcanoes that rise through the valley of silence!
Tall are the peaks on which we sit!
Low are the rumbles, long do we wind upon that great river
“Conversation” until it joins the delta of that great river “Styx”.
Together or without purpose,
I create I
Thee creates Thee
Together we 3 -
-Word.
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Desolation Row
04:23
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City of the screaming night!
I rest upon your outskirts -
spread upon the earth
like the remnants of a midnight accident.
The smoke from my fingers climbs to the moon
-who I am sick of.
No matter what face she picks,
I still call her a liar
and still she blushes
like a car crash between
a nun and a limerick.
Within the bright shade of death
Insects make love to their shadow
(or die trying)
over and over until they come out worse
and catch us watching
with journalistic
and scientific
"integrity".
All the while the wine slowly dwindles
and music left unsung languors
on the piano with rusted strings
sleeping like a heartbreak
aching to be played.
City of the screaming night!
haze on the horizon
peak your eyes
through jawdrop fog,
through shadowed roofs,
through distant trees,
in time with laughing stars
their mirth fueled
by knowing they are not heavenly bodies
but candles and altars and diamonds strewn on silk.
They laugh for we have forgotten.
They wish to drown their tears.
But wine will not do for this type of mourning,
for they know the closer we look at a painting
the less we see.
THIS
is how we kill Gods and bury stars.
THIS
is how we betrayed Santa Claus.
THIS
is how Magick retires to Vaudeville.
THIS
is how Love becomes marriage becomes subservience
becomes slavery.
This is how we end worlds - with arithmetic, not with a bang.
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4. |
A Matter of Time
05:38
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He loved her the way tombstones love the rain
the way clowns love baggy pants
the way Disney loves money
the way Yellow loves the sun.
He loved her the way Harry loves Sally
the way pizza loves beer
the way satisfaction loves tearing the page off a calender every day
the way Jesus loves fags.
He loved her the way hangovers love whisky
the way Caddilacs love rock and roll
the way America loves war
the way chairs love comfort.
He loved her the way camera's love focus
the way the right shoe loves the left
the way the left sock loves getting lost
the way getting lost loves new experiences.
He loved her the way cliche's love repetition
the way sunglasses love cool
the way cigarettes love James Dean
the way leather loves the cow.
He loved her the way tears love a smile
the way a smile loves a broken tooth
the way a broken tooth loves the tongue
the way the tongue loves taste.
He loved her the way chopsticks love the piano
the way the piano loves lessons
the way lessons love boredom
the way boredom loves the clock.
He loved her the way yesterday loves today
the way today loves tomorrow
the way tomorrow loves the unknown
the way the unknown loves the sure.
He loved her the way the shore loves the sea
the sea loves the sailor
the sailor loves the ship
the ship loves the shore.
He loved her the way chewing gum loves mint,
the way mint loves the tea
the way tea loves the kettle
the way the kettle loves heat.
He loved her the way nerds love complaining
the way complaining loves an audience
an audience loves applause
and applause loves ticket prices.
He loved her the way the poet loved the pay-cheque
the way the pay-cheque loved the bank
the way the bank loves the little guy
the way the little guy loves the big one.
Now he loves her the way cats love dogs
the way dogs love the kick
the way the kick loves the reason
the way the reason loves the argument
the way the argument loves the fight
the way the fight loves peace.
It was only a matter of time.
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Sasha Cuha Melbourne, Australia
Sasha Cuha is a poet, musician, actor and author of weird fiction. A storyteller
sublime.
When you read and listen to poetry written by Sasha Cuha, you wander to another world on the poetic wings of the wind and the first thought is to listen to Shakespeare with a Slavic / Serbian sentimental soul.
- Biljana Letic, Srpski Glas.
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