not sure anyone could hit the
back of the stomach
quite like that ...
2.10.12. , 19.10, © Lizarikk
so does
sex make art
not necessarily
it can be quite ugly ...
00.01. 2.10.12.© Lizarikk
drafts
a soulgasm
of fire like how
it drivels and stutters ...
splutters ... fizz flare froth hiss
woosh buzz bristle sibilate fulminate
12.49, 13.09.12 © Lizarikk
the jinking
fire licked up
the desert grass
jumping gaps in the
river … propagating an
ignition in the combusted
material … series of random
slips, turns, dives and waggles
using a craft's control stick and a
etheric rudder breaks the targeting
lock, the enemy pilot still in position
forced to concentrate on viable shooting
becoming less aware of his surroundings … his
target fixation leaves it vulnerable to other prey …
the pressure waves from the stern travel at the speed
of sound … forcing the waves together the waves
are trapped merging into a single shock at
1000 km/h. Sin = v sound / v object so
the faster it goes the more pointed
the cone … crack of a supersonic
bullet passing overhead at the
peak over pressure making
impulsive thunder boom
pulling up it's swept
backwards hitting
the ground in
front of the
aircraft
9.04am, 13.09.12. © Lizarikk
bang go the worldly desires in the box a marching
feel in the chant introducing the heartache
theme about solid but nasty guitar
chord to listen without
thinking
driving
drums deep
contrabass riffs
of throbbing strings
12.03, 18.09.12. © Lizarikk
my last thought as
I drift away why did I take
that short cut over the meadow
mausoleum of silver whispers
that dusts my spirit with
the weeds of memory a
scarecrow strands of straw
entwined in my burnt psyche
I greet the damp sunrise with
synthetic whispers their
covert lines eternally
repeating chorus of sadness
ringing round and round
as I plunder my field
of brassica napus
ringing round and round
as I plunder my field
of brassica napus
© Lizarikk 10.54am 8.10.12./ 14.47
two songs ripping each
other to pieces ...
this
bonfire
night feels like
alot of hair pulling ...
13.51, 30.09.12. © Lizarikk
and
then he
turned me
into lyrics till
there was nothing left
23.58, 1.09.12. © Lizarikk
and then
I happened ...
my pregnant heart
weighs a ton ... its renewed
heartbeat pounding like a bass vibes
tickle like sandpaper its muscle a new swing
17.55, 23.09.12. © Lizarikk
in fact a retro percussion from south USA ... skiffle bands
or spasm juke ... clashing with cymbals ... the hot and
soapy water squeezed against the ridged surface
… where the ridges and corrugations for the
clothing to be rubbed the energy of
wooden and fluted metal ... that
sounds like a washboard
what is this bubble
music ...
13.14, 6.10.12. © Lizarikk
kicking against authority something bound is good to happen fora sensitive
person blindfolded at the hard limit in the dominion of mexican spanish
… over riding the pre-eminent … traffic tights scrunched at risk
aware consensual rod kneed into touch … pressure build up
under gag … insufferable piercing rack … vexed the
rope torques causing a sudden explosive noise.
Using pliers to crack a nut or lobster
shell and then grind the filling
of phosphor and strontium
in a helical dicer
© Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved 10.31am, 26.10.12.
you missed out the pain ...
silver
white the sparks
that paints my light ...
the blinding glare of foil treasure
the leafs and scrolls of raw expression
the gong uncrashes ... the halo no longer
blonde its white fire forged a
copper gold
and silver buckles ...
though they do curve like pearled
teeth ... your glinting blades will touch me not
lluster scintillates beams the crashing sound
grips the wild run that bolts from the
muscle … twisting, the quartz
prism levitated in the
occult jamming
the chant is
mine
mystic flow
of clinched heart
prince of gasp a pulsing
foot … twinkling mesmeric
entranced magic of hypnotic rhythm the
music in me in him our beats drums of lumen
00.54am, 25.10.12. © Lizarikk
snuff movie
almost like a sharp pain ...
the veneration ...
I never
heard them speak
like they do about Lily
that gasp of speechlessness
as they remember the dark hit ...
19.59, 8.10.12. © Lizarikk/ 00.17, 9.10.12. , 12.37
19.59, 8.10.12. © Lizarikk/ 00.17, 9.10.12. , 12.37
which appears as a system mass like a compressed spring slightly
more massive than before,energy, activity, operation, the
ability of a system to work on other systems work
being a force acting over a distance, length
of space energy equals the ability to
exert pulls or pushes against the
basic forces of nature along
a path of a certain
length in time
how
much matter
is changed into
different types of
energy and work, energy
is a scalar physical quantity
in joules kilowatt hours or kilocals
converting into units of work defined as
forces and the distances they act through …
energy is not always stored in matter … it may
be kinetic or electromagnetic … it is created
when a moving particle interacts with its
field … the new position of particles
must be held by a different type
of force or the configuration
will be pulling or pushing
the particle backwards a
kind of reconfigured
energy stored in
the force field
as potential
20.39, 2.10.12. © Lizarikk
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