Gates Of Hell
Author: Navin Fonia


Won't it be nice to dive in fleas?
Eat my own cards, yeah

Priest vs. priest Lice vs. lice
My hormones taken away
Alternate, alternate, and get inside my eye
Finish my tea, operate my mouse, and listen to me
Penis smells so fine
You are a unicorn
Or a stone, your Unshaved pits
Toiletries, things in my eyes
An ongoing black screen, you came out of my left shoulder
A crippled morning, so unlucky, my precious shirt
Fake tanks in your eyes, My ugly face in my ass,
Sit on my hand, King of birds, Crawl on my wall,
Fire around me, Fucking burnt to ashes, My f*cking crippled hands
The ethical dipshit, ethical heroics and skilled tutors
Here I am burning, looking at a sewage, Orange colored
In a luxury suite, twenty floors up, Jumping,
eating my own socks cleaning my hairs, a Band of memories
My regiment, my pains, gains the cloud, our grasslands
An elegant rhombus to let me in, a doll on my wrist
I am a board, a bloom
Buddha, a simpleton you know
You appreciate you eat, you chew, frantic sons
Some in my foreheads, my shiny vest hey, hey, hey
Clarity, clear of blemishes, for me is the numbness of seasons
And you go into the abyss, to be there forever
With the poison, with amber, you can die on demand

It's my fate like rats on parade, like melting ice cones,
a long gone gingivitis decimal existence, floating away in a balloon
Above the spoon feeders
Miss my versatile Curriculum vitae
With my eyes Telling lies
It's easy to reach hell, and die, guess it's
Inviting, retiring, enticing, exciting
Elicit, implicit, derelict, explicit, verdicts and vocals
I am a local like you, half fish, half crab,
Full of fats and a contender for a clerical job
Happy With my lengthy eyes
And movies I see, No one said son welcome
Hey, hey, hey
Chew To neglect Nudes in boots
White wooden doors, Near to sea, this is scary
Man your didley is my pride
My whole spinal chord is for you,
My spines are like you, my keyboard is like you

And the ring is my reverence, Ring is my,
Ring is my, reverence, Ring is my, Ring is my, reverence
Ring is my, Ring is
Jurassic fantasia, inside incisions, that is never closing


Comments on this poem/writing:

Haven ( -- Wednesday, February 16 2005, 09:46 pm


you truley have a gift with words. I started reading your poem, and i couldn't stop until i hit the end (which reminded me a bit of a broken record)but it was fantastic, thanks for sharing!
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