Poetry

Holiday recipe

Jaia Papitz — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 03:01:03 -0700

Caramelize the spirit, build a border, stir in balsamic hope, reduce.

Add Port wine, to sweeten the deception, reduce.

Add the veal stock, the reason, and reduce

attain a syrupy sauce.

Season with salt and pepper

a pinch of WMD for color

then sear or grill the seasoned and thawed slices of foie gras.

Keep warm on paper towels.

Brown slices of French bread, fresh from the guillotine

or ghetto

in the same frying pan used to sear the faggot or on the aspiration's char.

Put 15g of onion confit on each toast and press it thoroughly, to reach the bone

Place a slice of nigger on each toast, set on a warm plate, and baste with the sauce reduction.

Serve immediately, alone, or with a mixed wilted Gaza salad seasoned with balsamic-Dachau vinegar.

The Final-Final

AJP — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 09:30:05 -0700

The Final-Final

Everything has changed, the undistorted truth leaked

beyond the shadow of doubts

He was packing heat then pulled the trigger

hit by one stray bullet

antagonizing her sanity

The inquisition, her tongue spewing the last attemps at

reconciliation

gushing, "please take me back"

years of dismay forgotten

entrapment, extorted love

Juices of the gods inebriate only a fraction of her pain

the liability of future enterprise

position the bodies to be buried

telling headstones

I feel a queer relief, consulting my own pleasure

a conscience, once buried within the corners of gray matter, examines motives

wants or needs?

depraved homewrecker

Destination Unknown

BRILLIANT!

The Fog of 11/03/09

Jaia Papitz — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:37:12 -0700

after work

family intercourse

the fog began to descend in the fall

the street was clear, the sky started to blur as a hope

the murkiness kept dripping until the wife beater across the street

turned into a sound

it came through my window into the kitchen

enveloped my immediate sight

I thought I could escape

the smoke I exhaled felt like home

on the stairwell was clear

I returned into the kitchen, into the unsight

I could've been spotted

the fog of my surroundings is not universal

the roundness is unflat

until then

I conceal the existance in my L.A. Kitcken

like the deathrow inmate hiding in the cell.

mistakes

anita nic — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:09:38 -0700

everyday is a mistake like a take way into my umbrella

and there ' s no rain to pourrrring down my cheeks

there 's not even a regret tear mistakes ,mistakes ,

1000 snakes on a dried rock by a virgin sun in an old winter.

so disgusting flies.

there's

something wrong about these snakes somehow forgotten by a foster God

Love

anita nic — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:04:13 -0700

Love is in my eyes and i give it to your eyes look after this into my eyes please, take care of it keep it worm ,in a safe place keep it in your eyes give it to my eyes let me care for love .

Hit me with tomorrow in my lazy cuddle tell me how will gonna love me again and again but babe, i really don't like tomorrows they are cold like a coldplay song

i don't know why

anita nic — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:41:54 -0600

i dont know why i let this music to wash my eyes with all these crazy dreams about life

about a med life ,confuse and inutile

but then so sweet , too sweet for my understanding

bored ,to bored to, to,, to start something in the morning

Evil

AJP — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:13:36 -0600

I am not the one

I chose a life of crime, stealing hearts, shattering them into

an unpalatable refuse

Only after the fact do they realize what was had, until it is gone

I walk away, without a blink of an eye

I am heartless

I am friendless

I am not your lover

I am not sugar and spice

I am woman

Therefore;

Evil

The unfaught fight

Jaia Papitz — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 01:06:36 -0600

Let's fight until the fight is fought

until the living mourns itself

while the one is finally alone

undigging the trenches on self

waiting for at least one argument

a bullet or a funeral

a cry

without, the laurels of the victor

are defeat

Let's hide until the hideout is in sight

Until the predator ate its germs of conquering

in lack of a prey

let's die of solitude

until life brings death no more

ThE LeTtEr E

AJP — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 09:39:28 -0600

I tripped into the abyss
Yes, you had me at hello and the letter "e"
The path of least resistance
Was it meant to be?
The years wasted in our youth
If you only knew what this means to me
The anticipation of your touch
The sound of your voice along the airwaves,
sustains me, quenches my desires, only for a moment
I can't have you here and now
I see no way out of this, falling deeper
Cup my face and tell me it's so
Are you a figment an illusion, or of human flesh?
Only fish can swim upstream
I go with the tide and wait for your lead
You had me at hello
You had me at hello
Promise you won't go, not yet, just a bit more time
To feel your sweet lips on the nape of my neck
Hands touring every inch of my body
Tasting the fluids of our tryst
Yes I can hear you say hello, even in my abyss

YOU had ME at HELLO

AJP — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 18:59:18 -0600

You Had Me At Hello...

I long for your touch

To hear your voice sends me

I here the one minute warning

One day a week to see your smiling face

The glass that divides us, shades the color of your eyes

Cold iron seats, chipped paint, stale smell

Foreign voices, the yells for help

My ears bleed, insides screaming "let him out!"

He has paid his penance for the puppet show

It's his turn to go

The phone rings again, her voice the same

I push option five, you had me at Hello