your dream

your dream is not covered by snow, but by monkey business, you see what comes out through the ordering of drawing a line, your dream is not coloured. give me the finest paper to write what my eye sees as golden hued sound scape, my ink leaks blood red coagulated words. the dripping tears blot out cohesion caused by your switchblade symphony orchestration. gather around and hear the church bells ring, the angels sing in harmonious wails. the pistol, the poison, the knife, i have chosen my instrument as the black plot thickens all around my brain.

dark red skies where demons fly, here comes the dark salvation, here comes the dark one with her cane, look how she burns the little child, you are doomed until she changes your will, the others burn. you know you're not the only one, that comes crashing down, bleeding. all your life not believing, heavens gate came crashing down, so afraid to open your eyes, you're not the only one. your eyesight, you don't deserve. all my life i've been waiting, not believing. don't look down, can't hold onto the feeling, all unreal, all too real. cyanide, acrid fumes, this is your brain, this is your flesh, when it hurts, it hurts. only screams are heard in the burning ruin, your flesh burns in my arms, it is pure fuel that i hide. let me do what i do best, teach you the darkness, nowhere to run or hide.

sleigh bell betrayal, this is what my heart sings, it is in my soul, demanding it all, this is my body, crystal clear, crystal clear. ready for bitches like you, ready for bitches like you, this is what my body needs, this is how my body feeds. snowflake driven blurred vision, blinding my one eye, burning whiteout desire, fury. something is broken, something is swollen, something more than just another girl, can i trust you, but i don't want to. i will swallow, but it won't go down, i will come back to haunt you, i can't swallow. you think this torment is romantic, sinking slowly, well it isn't. the bile, i will swallow, i don't want to. the sea level goes down, i drown.

copyright, 2009, terri l.gillentine, all rights reserved

liquid

liquid dripping metallic eyes shifting

in hollowed sockets,

it is your nightmares, i dream.

screams caught on the shifting dune, maelstrom

sifted terror.

your body blocks contact made from pure

after shock tremors,

techtonic shift.

magnetic quake reverberates

horror.

copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved

tonight

inferno dreams are quieted by the chill brought on by the night,

a funeral procession passes by my window, i fail to find comfort

in your pale, cold eyes.

you hang there dying, off me.

the weight of your body brings me down to dirt,

i cradle your remains, this moment for the keeping.

just like a dying victim, you wheeze a burning stare,

and i am jolted awake.

the oozing puss of your mind infects my skin, and i simply move away.

a great roaring of tears pouring has frozen my heart forever.

uteri carnivore teeth, gnashing on my flesh, teeth of an extinct

lover splashes excrement on blood stained walls.

your aquamarine heart pours anguished cries, wailing, hissing and writhes,

crushed under my boot strapped bloody feet.

you sponge up the meaty remains into your amputated appendages,

ambient light stationed illuminated horrible hour.

collapsing ozone, everything implodes inside your grief stained

confessional, stinks of putrifying corpses, distraught guilt ruptures.

crotchless businessmen slither into childrens groins, feeding upon

leaking bodies that rupture the night sky, you should have saved us all.

terror bleeds, i grieve with the shame of baby doll eyes, hollow

skulls rapturous dark angels flying on burning wings.

silent flight, dawn draws near, curse the light, tonight.

kiss the tears, follow the wind, replacing fears,

black empty world populated by munching bovine.

embrace the succubus, and crush the falling stars, greasy underworld

filled with bloated hook billed birds grazing on  pieces of flesh.

buckets of bones gnawed on by our ancestors, fingerbones of little girls,

pubic bones of little boys, toothless grins smile.

tongues flicker poison, in & out; out, placenta moist pink,

vibrates with dusty disease, decayed hallucination, agony. 

eyes shiver, you better stay inside, intact organs splayed on

clotheslines, blow in an evil breeze.

howling winds blow, beneath chromosomes embedded in your kitchen

freezer, wrapped plastic futility running on gasoline decay.

scented dryer sheets perfumed by gaping, severed vaginas,
swollen and dessicated,

redundant, raped by fists full of virginal faces.

shivering scrotums manufacture oily tinctures, greasy emptiness,
 this is heavens eternal drama, sacrificed on blood,

visceral dismantling.

sweat bleeds on the boots of surgeons, autopsied animals feed

on their own decay, heat mirage emptied of all meaning.
we move through dark heat, hurl your divided heart onto
the black desert floor, softened by the flesh of my rotting corpse.
incinerate consciousness, strangle your erotic death,
orgasmic monster screams, fetal twilight blooms spasm.human 
blood smeared secretions flow through hammer nailed penis wounds,
drip, with time, not yours, but mine.
black footprints excrete delicious silent bodies, born again.

decomposing mammaries rain bleached pricks of ice, mixed human remains

fall from the sky like bricks, the celebration echos murdered laughter,

tonight.

human waste, all this dark matter, washed down with a beer.
punctured shriveled eyes devour this piss stained mirage,
crouching amongst the dead things, where charcoal stained
adrenaline fuels refineries, belching out what love remained.
gulped down sweat stains washes down your spine,
a black rock is tethered to your heart.
mirrored reflections rejoice in slaughtered memories
repeated like so many mantras disabused.
your face, you don't want to see, emptiness,
loneliness, shivering disconnection,
tonight.
copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved

i feel

i feel so high,
i feel that i just might jump right out of my skin,
why not just jump right in?
the need of someone to love,
the need of someone to take care,
the freshness of clean air.
the want of a soul to cradle.

finding one just right,
the feeling felt tight.
unloosened by the morning light,
a feeling felt so right,
illuminated by the moonlight.

she is brightened
by the breaking dawn,
this is one lit by light.

copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved

crucifying jesus

i am crucifying jesus, and banging in the nails

  i'm crucifying jesus, and banging in the nails


it lives in the dark, something, in the dark, it lives, in the dark. something is living in the darkened recesses of my mind, yet unborn, but not yet unseen. it lives here in the corners, adjacent to memory banks, flowing on datastreams. this monster claws with kicks and screams,  this monster taunts my waking dreams.


          you don't even know me.           there are things about me.           you don't even know me.

this is the song my little monster sings, at the top of her unformed lungs, she screams. how does she stay alive? hot dogs milk shakes burgers tacos and fries pizza toppings root beer thighs. little peals of laughter ring out from my brain, you are now corpse remains.

slaughter house scraps, meat food packing appendages slip, maelstrom wind swept dream. tendons stripped from blood splattered walls and floors,

                           who is reading the menu with vacant eye sockets,  we all look bored.

drive-thru happy meal sack, down the asphalt orifice paved street. frozen tundra, landlocked mind feed, still has secrets to be born. silence is the greatest violence, my creature echoes with laughter. spinning little dervish, wicked little sprite, let me tuck you in.  your last night reeks of carnage.

she goes dead with eye blinking rage, her naked corpse stretches across the desert floor, cacti agave saguaro grasses. yawning caverns dislodged desire beaten by sandstorms of a gloomy haze. genitalia swallow the mountains in gulping desperate groans, intestinal fortitude and anguished pangs loom. laughing,giant beads of  sweat roll off her forehead, her skin peels back to reveal euphoric coffee stained teeth. 

                                      deliver us, your barren womb fertilized with mud and clay. 
                                    when you went away, i cried for so long, i wanted you to stay.

but that was so wrong. you burnt out a hole where love used to be.

known placental cadavers hang from meat hooks, i'll never leave you. come here little girl, get into the car. come here little girl, it's a brand new hummer, i'll be with you, i'll be there, i'll never leave you. aztecs navajos commanche sioux spirits soar on their backs with splattered gore. your blood stalks the cosmos, it paints the stars red, like you, i am gone. sinew, tendon, flesh, blood, and bone drip into love. sacrificial matter emptied of all meaning of whatever her name was.

                                                                i want to know,
                                                                do i stay or go,
                                                             and try another time. 
                                                            this.  is.  not.  the.  time. 
                                            
                                                     do i really grasp the underpinnings? 
                                                       
                                                          i'm not so very far behind.

demonic boot laced thigh high stiletto ruptured heart, eyelet pierced pubic bone strung taut, or whatever lies beneath that place. structured cheek bones break expressionless neon dream; flashing open, no vacancy. hair - bathed in the essence of lover's broken boned bodies, attacked. pulsating intellect thrashing along the shore. tongues lick the bootlace wrapped around the neck, bones pile up from chainsaw buzzed tsunami. drowning in an undertow to have your heart removed, ventrical ecstatic, velvet flesh pulverized. consuming flesh putrid remains swallowed stench, shitting eyes hollowed skulls slack jawed baby dolls drool vaporous gas. blow-up dolls swell in the blistering sun, swollen breasts vacant sex escaping air. left nipple bitten clean off, plastic tendril seepage leaks.

she walks through broken asphalt cracked dreams with reptile eyes, snake skin scaled fantasy, sucked dry. thread bare tattered rags, one string left to pull, from withered genitalia milked day after day. crags fissure open wide, big gulp slurpy cup rivers dammed burst free on dark, dead end streets.
                                                    
                                                     that is where we always meet.
                                                     if we should meet, walk on by?


 i'm crucifying jesus, and banging in the nails.

copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved

ophelia

take my lips,

sew up my eyes,

you took my heart,

so why not take all of me?

i saw you in the dark,

you were sleeping.

i feel your tongue in my mouth.

i feel your arms in mine, remembering,

 i swallow.

i love you more than my mind.

i can't remember my name,

 you live through me.

i can't remember your name,

you live through me.

you see through me,

you're singing.

i can't remember the word,

but i love you.

tired eyes are burning,

remember the soul inside me.

the patterns that you create,

they go swirling.

love is blind.

this place i call home,

our home.

our dream, i feel you.

ophelia

her dress was pale green,

dream, dreamer,

the nightmare is now.

dream inside the pale moonlight,

the wind blew in time.

there she closed her eye's against

all the thing's she's seen

in the past.

dream, dream,

of the white night's from the past.

dream, dreamer.
ophelia.

your heart is raised of the cosmos.
 your blood it spills upon the stars.
 i weep for you, drunken, with the liquid
 of your emptiness.

like you, i am gone.
like you, i am gone.  like you, i am gone.
we wash it out with absinthe,
we flush it out with rushes.

we're on the ground,

we're on our knees,
still the band plays on.

much too old, and much too drunk,

to hold a conversation.

waving through the crack,

that was my heart,

ophelia.

the ocean cried when she left her shores.

the stars threw themselves upon the

earth when she left the night.

blood lust on the milky way.

no heart, no heart, beats tonight.

copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved