Pale and sharp and dark laden walls behind and Burgandy at close to the Hour have awakened in me my blossomed Mind of Poetry that can't be deflowered.
Swallowed in Rapture flowing blissfully through pentagram speckled blackness. Traversing not aimless, but direct following my own dissonance. Mellodies staccato in the vastness of my memory. I am here, acknowledging you. Magenta hues coalesce the mindscape and persecute my falsehoods. Be gone the emptiness that threatens my Becoming as Paltry glimpses graze a cavernous longing. The Flesh Beckons And Unknowingness Deafens My Cries. I am here, yet am I? Away to the Northernmost particle of Life I ride the forbidden merry-go-round unable to control the speed yet sure of the exact moment of collapse. Patterns of Pleasure and Vomitous Nuisance turn me toward my goal, again. And again I sway, I stray. For Whom but mySelf do I travel this Path? Glory rises in the distance and reaches for my grasping hands. Why falter? Why disprove mySelf? Why dislocate my Soul? Come back to me Muse of the Night, dark and yearning. I am here, Enraptured in silence, alone with the Melody, ready to swallow every last drop. setian anthony phillip bommarito september 22, 1998 ce
Think of me always as Near. cemetery celebration of life sparked true and graals flowed forth with Knowledge and Sangria. Trust. who said the art of conversation was lost? GAPING midgets adorning FUNGUS laden maiden's BOOTY with utmost PASSION and concern. Amusement couldn't begin to describe the Essence produced; uncontrollable laughter permeates the Darkness (without and within) Innocence. And then there was 2. Bitterness(delusions) and Chlamydia(horsedick on his forehead) scorned, received funereal lilies as Farewell, while yet a third waded in and out of the mist. Gone. but someday to return when mundane loses grip and allows air to Flow into awaiting lungs. she Will. And then there was blonde waif for a second. blurred my vision with fornication. Not enough Upstairs. she wasn't too bright, either, but the jokes on me. I lingered not of Free Will still yet to be attained but beginnings need a start. i Am. Our Time Is Eternal as Family seeks to remain. be near me always in thought and on glorious glossy (fuzz speckled aqua sweater topped with geometric pastels. Scarf. Large hoops and hair. The 80's (CE) were good to you). be near me always in thought and remember to remember me. Please. setian anthony phillip bommarito written just before august 28, 1997 ce
I sometimes feel that Life's not all that it's cracked up to be Not in the "I'm not worth anything" instance (Anymore) But in the "Why do they think that way" Bullshit My Life, though topsy turvy in the least, has culminated into the finest I could ever have imagined. Knowledge (TRUTH) has brought me Happiness. People stop to analyze why I'm "Excellent". But they don't comprehend. They merely look at their own downfalls and belittle my Joy to make their miserable lives VALID. Fuck that. I'm "Excellent" because I choose to Be, not because Life has thrown me a lucky hand. I Am my own Savior. I am God. And In my Divinity, I belittle them, their pitiful lives, for they know not how to LIVE. I sometimes feel sad at their ignorance. But sometimes is now few and far between. setian anthony phillip bommarito january 28, 1998 ce
Forgive me for the chatter. I, in my Celebratory State, have nonetheless fallen off my rocker. I feel the influx of Emotion as though the floodgates have never before opened, though, as ridiculous as it seemed, those floodgates have never been closed. My Emotional sustenance is Truth. Without such I shan't survive. And though, to some, it may seem I've fallen off my rocker, I fell into a most startling Truth. The Truth of the Fall. But, alas, that, in Truth, is my Truth, and not theirs at all. setian anthony phillip bommarito january 28, 1998 ce