playground love

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and tomorrow doesn’t exist
right now is all we actually have

Tell me what i’m supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of love;
‘Cause i like to fall into
the i don’t know
when i do
i can feel you
And tell me love how i’m supposed to feel,
When all this magic becomes too real;
cause i tend to go
to the i don’t know
when i do
i know exactly what i feel for you
And I know that you see the places inside me that I find in you,
And with you i know how to separate the old hurt from the heart;
i don’t care if we move too fast
cause i want to jump inwhile the feeling is alive
tomorrow can’t be promised
and yesterday is already gone
so right now is all that matters
and right now
all i want
is to be with  you

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my new buddy down the street

repulsive epic episodes
murky borderland adorns
with rust collecting dust
flailing catacombs
we are dying undead
and dead over and over again and again

longingly crying in craving
rigidly darkly, gaily and grey
mint squirms, doleful last
we are the gone not going anywhere
mirrors go nowhere
mirrors the nowhere fast
in the middle of the
these
is an apology
for the me
myself can’t
even look
in the eye
it feels like my time is growing old and almost out

Don’t extract , tongue
throat, control,
Must restructure now.
must refrain
compose
decompose
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The soft black out swimming;
It is the dying spirit alive within me
Desiring the no’s I hide naked
and fold into the shake
falling into finding you

write fade
flutter
flicker
flash of shudder
stut..ter
stammer
state
shout
spit
spat
splat
with electric shock
to zap out the line of flat
with your electric feel
ringing the new of you to me
comes in an electric buzz
in fizzy dizzy
rings around our heat of electric fuzz

tongues love tasting the ooze
pouring what comes of me and you
a hazy crazy night of hearts in spin
dripping drooling all over and under
electric bodies and naked skin
between you and me

that this
that this is
between us two
is something
and is nothing
at the same
and very different time
and it is or isn’t
only
in that moment
that is is or is not
whatever it is or isn’t
is exactly that right now

and that (whatever it is or isn’t) is beautiful
i live
i love
the moments that make up my life

 

kiss

things we choose to hide

Static
Words
We let
Get
In
Between
The love
And our own self
When the truth
Hides
Behind
Beliefs in ways
That lead us even further
From where
We want to be
The loneliness of this
is killing me
I can’t say
to you
how I feel
Without it becoming
Something you can steal
Away
too real
For you
For me
For most
We are static
We are the thing
That keeps us
From us
From the love
We need more

-kyoko cole 2013

 

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Listen, quiet, still

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there is emptiness
crossings on corners
she is draining down
her eyes on green wave

truths scratched from the dirt
his false shadow, painted skin
listen, quiet, still

blood becomes a time bomb
she is stardust she is earth
old and broken down

ghosts of factories
the folding skeletons of past on fire
transportation for the dead

time is like sandstone, wearing away
there’s a haze above the street signs
she is turning to stone

the grain from straw
neon road bars
beating wings

There is emptiness
Dark and heavy
Haunting the space within

-Kyoko Cole
2013

 

 

 

The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound – Artwork by Kyoko Cole

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New painting i just finished…

The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound

Mixed Media Painting on Panel Board
2013

Kyoko Cole

kyoko cole
the truth doesn’t speak a sound

it’s what you do

 

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i’m a whore

 

i’m a bitch

 

i’m a taker

 

i’m a faker-

 

i’m a liar

 

i’m addicted

 

i’m a loser

 

i’m a user.

 

i’m a pig

 

i’m a waste
i’m a fool
i’m a tool.

 

i’m a monster
i’m a cunt
i’m a flake
i’m a big mistake.
i’m a leech
i’m a fUck
i’m a sinner
i’m a game
i’m a shame
i’m a slut
i’m a loner
i’m a pain
i’m a soul stripper
i’m a day tripper
i’m a spare tire
i’m a one night stand
i’m a nobody
that you really hate…
but LOVE to use.

-kyoko cole 2005

 

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i write this from beyond

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if my hands could
Touch
Your skin
Right now
And fly miles across
To you
It would
Drip
Down
like Honey
and Soft kisses
just to sweep
along
with
a sweet brush
From tips o’ fingers
And softly soothe unto you
A hush
a whisper
a song
Of sweet melody
And
We would fall in love
and into
One another
Beyond skin
Beyond bone
Our Beating hearts
Could only feel
we you and me
both
together again
to fall
To form
Onto
into and in between
the loveliness
of loving you
you love me
as we fly past
and cry past
And die
at last we are Together
as we melt
Sweet kisses
And soft skin
And begin
Again
Like lovers
Do
Like me and you
words and time
the scent And song could never touch
us Like we have touched
One another
and Each others heart
and soul
Like no one else
ever
Again

-kyoko cole 2013

 

i bruise me easily with grace

throw the next gesture
chant by night
for our new messy dream
brush above pencil figures
laugh at me and my monkey impression
pop!  goes my pop up ballet
an original masterpiece
of glorious flame
colored in wild blue
covered me in
mad
drips of color covered glow

you can light or shadow
blend or blur
take or make the fold
it’s all up to you
you chooooose
me
or
ooze me
all over city street
and concrete static
use me
with each passing face
jumping beds and bones
lose me
somewhere
without a trace
between the sheets
of strangers
i
bruise me
easily
…with grace
refrain
recall
it means everything to me
and nothing at all

recline to form
use me down to nothing
as i build- to pieces
not built -to last
i rewind  -in movement
double fast
you move right through me
with your mind
and print me out in copies
with your call

paint me open
and pour me in
nothing
shut out
nothing
but the absolute feel
made to steal
made for show
package me up
nice and pretty
finish me off
with a bow
i am flesh candy
frantic and absurd
almost never together
with you
fly me off to the next
dream
i go
amuse me less
but my monkey more

 

hydrogen carbon and rust

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soup hydrogen soup carbon
truths scratched from the dirt
rusting trucks
die with years
in dry grass below
and with vultures above
in waiting
hungry like the old
hungry like the forgotten
waiting in line
for the dead
to come
waiting
like we wait
to die
-kyoko cole 2013