Poetry: In Our Minds Inside Cerebellum Trees Ferment Needs

The music sets the scene today like intense background conversations did yesterday
My dreams aloft the day before in spite of all my sorrows


Which of them to keep today for which to hold on like diamonds they will become
Some of those dreams though ripped at the seams

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Have subtly turned into lies when manipulation thrives
Like period pieces we keep them on our abolone shelves


In our mind inside the cerebellum trees
When for decades they ferment needs
Which some we feed with hippo bones which haunt our mind with heroin moans


Echoing the sad and hollow groan that tomorrow’s loans of dreams done spent
And all that is left is debits repent with good intentions left bent

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Around the fuzz of rugs and the reader just shrug
Wondering my intent when bringing the carpet to defend
On my end the shallow, soft appeal of rugburn as the season turns


Has led to this discussion of the repercussions
Of swallowing to forget all that tangled in regret
For what was not cannot tie down lips which do not frown
Nor make the sound of woe for my instinctual overthrow

 

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Of thoughts if left matured to grow
Would fade to steam like yellow snow
In valleys of pristine rows of silver crystal ice erodes
When for decades it ferments needs which our mind feeds 
From the cerebellum trees which must be left unfettered

 

To funnel feelings into the frosty ravines of frothy puddles of piss
Whether hit or miss


Someone cleans up the splatter of these miracles that once mattered
Diamonds in the trough that us animals seed
With ambitions of greed that fornicate with fortunes


That laughs as we groan for fortunes do play on all the dismay
Piled like sticks for a house that couldn’t keep out a mouse

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Lest the big bad hoofs of the elephants stomp
As it romps and pomps in heavy handed herds
Which attack with no words


To warn of the day
When in a light beam display such pride in a thunderous array
Of folleys, not banter  


In ignorance words are scanter albeit filled with anger and singular
Singularly with a sharp point that deflates upon impact
Though never retract until such sticky shit of niavity the righteous spit

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Ferment the leaves that perception grows
Within deep throes in spaces no one knows
Of unconscious places with familiar faces down hallways


Going all ways, ALWAYS, especially when those dreams are spent
All that is left is debits repent with the good luck all lent
To past misfortunes that were blown out of proportion

 

Try and stop me from dancing with that bone in my mouth

Dare you

 Honestly you are the one who died twice 

once by train

once face down in the river

I am not much of a giver or forgiver

and moody as the fucking wind

I did not die but have only sinned

and the devil paid my bail

his skin was not red

it was pail

Like Maya Angelou

when she saw the ghost of the king

Where you going Martin?

 

Dancing with Luther and Jesus again

In the end your two only friends and what a dinner date?

Oh what a wild dinner date

Miss you caged bird!!!!

Will be waiting behind those wide open locked doors

Make yourself at home the memories never left

only you did

Rotting Apple being molested by bees on a cold summer day by Bug Paparazzi

Erotic Mind Shut, Give A Reason to Cry Slut

All my pottery involved cooling a process of rolling clay into long worm-like than basically weaving those separate pieces together.  Scoring on the inside with a knife to hold them together strong enough not to leak fluid.  Through weaving together coiled clay at camp and learning to take that nature element found in PA riverbed internalized a deep connection.  A strength of learning to score together which is much like branding to similar materials into a bond.  The natural materials of hormone and flesh meshed with natural unmaterials like spirit can be bonded inside creating a vessel to hold all toxic shit forced on us

 

Downfall of Bitter Apple by jimmyinspazzz under Bug Paparazzi who is also oregonleatherboy kink artist

Woven Together from Strongest Of My Erotic Sexual Self

Pushed on us by others or on occasion ourself  Woven together from the strongest of myself to protect the weaker vulnerable lover and trusted of face value which in most cases is a faceless valueless front that plows away over your soul with razor sharp lies looking right in your eyes and dismissing the pain it will cause for the emotional dope of ego which is gone in 5 minutes leaving the loser inside to prevail and hail all the personal demons who slowly rape away so many happy moments they could have had. 

Stay Up All Night Fucking With Emotional Dope Of Ego

Or that is what I assume.  Camp was good the first week so they offered my family a second week for free over the 4th of July in 1986.  Every night the first week my cabin mates had to suffer my weeping for my homesickness did not ever end.  Embarrassing to even think about this was an issue all throughout my childhood.  Every sleepover it happened.  Everything was fine as long as we played and if us children were allowed  to stay up all night playing things stayed peachy.

Downfall of Bitter Apple by jimmyinspazzz under Bug Paparazzi who is also oregonleatherboy kink artist

 

For if and when the parental force of sleep was set on a platter and like a little cage of loneliness when the door opened the new character more creature sometimes actor who could flatter but never wanted to leave the silver of a busy head full of so much fantastic fuckable fortitude of only lonely was not a digit which spelled death on my breath in fact my loins dance with that beast like it has all the time in the underworld

Rotting Apple being molested by bees on a cold summer day by Bug Paparazzi

And who knows maybe when everyone goes to bed maybe he will keep the deal and stick it in again.  Maybe this time he won’t call me daddy or master with my cold stare his will fade into the plaster but never fear when my lips drip with hunger for repeats they will reach for the beast until then go clean up the blood and sew that hole shut before I give you a reason to cry slut…..

 

Downfall of Bitter Apple by jimmyinspazzz under Bug Paparazzi who is also oregonleatherboy kink artist

All of the photographs are by Bug Paparazzi who also happens to be Oregonleatherboy.  There are a lot of names which I go by which are all related to different aspects of my art. Some of them are so strikingly different that early on folks who viewed my art would carry the impression from one piece with the next one viewed.  Psychologically clumping them all in a bin together in mind under the total of artist ‘Me’. 

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 From the audience viewpoint, from a search engines viewpoint and my projection.  Most folks need specific topic to feel secure in getting to know a subject.  If there are too many avenues to follow it is easier to hop back on highway for a more direct route to dinner. 

That is no matter how nourishing the food might be at this exit after the long winding search through a real person’s fuck ups, sexual chomp downs and longing to not let ADHD destroy him. 

ADHD Oregonleatherboy

Some avenues were off limits until just recently with many roads leading into the closet.  That dusty old unpaved nail filled creaky door trail into hell is not my idea of a nice Sunday afternoon drive. 

Not an option for me so in a attempt to set a new foundation these names are starting to emerge together. Do not forget my friends we are not all millennials even if we wished that we looked like them sometimes.  Is that what they call a back handed compliment?  No. Really it is probably ok if we forget, fine it is cool. 

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We are all millennials now so there is a lot of this big chunk of old school to break down.  And it is weird for me, but that is why there are so many stage names attached to this no name  =)  Hope that was vague enough.  By the way I like taking pictures of bugs.  Have a great week folks =)

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