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Kosative D.
Author / Screen Writer / Playwright / Poet

The Ghaspel Facemelt

3/27/2021

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​The Ghaspel Facemelt
By: Kosative D.


Oh glorious sunshine did bite through thick glass on the 
                                            picturesque Cathedral walls.
The brightness enveloped each nun in her garment and whispers 
                                            tickled holiness in their shawls.

Melted chariots awaited-
      All of those who were baited.

For praise,

             PRAISE
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                              your spirit is strong.

NOTHING is spoiled, Nothing is wrong!

Melt, melt, melt away,
seek light for comfort and desperately pray.

The world will rejoice from your praise.
Stay true and melt in those rays.


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The Furnace Noose - Wreathe 1 - Pins But Glisten in Moonlight

2/3/2019

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The Furnace Noose - Wreathe 0: Cliff Dive

1/14/2019

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Contusion Vests

4/29/2018

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The Purse of Glamour

10/20/2016

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The Purse of Glamour



                                                                                                                       By: Kosative D.

Oh, but couldn’t it be?--
that tasty paint bourgeoisie!
An epic shimmer to make a diamond pale--
burst but open from each cunt’s frail nail!
 
Oh, rapture of perfection and glamour;
the ditziness—a sparkle bound treat!
Swing that cosmetics hammer
as the illusion rocks to the beat!
 
A purse!  The opening, but stagnant as a well.
It glitter fucked the dance hall in it’s prom dress withered spell.
 
That curtain drenched in lip gloss--
a mask so plastered only time could tell
those goddesses drenched in all they’ve lost
that forever they’ll bask in their beatific lipstick Hells.
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Cannibal Coins

9/2/2016

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Cannibal Coins
By: Kosative D.
 
The most horrific sight there ever did be
was the cannibal twins floating the dead sea.
Boasting the waters engorging human flesh beauty.
 
Beat me, beat me!  Show me my face!
In shards quick eat me; show me embrace.
Erase me my carnivores, show me your grace.
Forsaken my innocence, with nothing to taste.
 
Muscles unwind in this vigorous lot.
Attachments in ligaments; I know I’m forgot.
But just one thought I will purge through my lips:
Flesh tastes sweetest in a coin’s eclipse. 
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Better Still Towards The Sea

6/24/2016

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Better Still Towards The Sea

                                                    By: Kosative D.

What of the horrors in our laps quick folding
             sitting upon a river's beak?
What had they told us with breaths but scolding?
             Only that the antidote had leaked.

OH NO! Poisons to make the world better.

Nothing the noose hadn't warned against carving
                                  our morals in a bold hot sweater.

But ever could we be wetter?
                          Better still towards the sea.

Affluent bargains with trickery to get her
                          and throw her off the cliff to be free.
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The Jagger Hound

6/12/2016

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The Jagger Hound
                                           By: Kosative D.
 
Sharp the jaws of the Jagger hound;
momentum pawing his path
Whipping through frost forests with toxins bound
in that phantom’s venom wrath.

He makes a soot path in his bloody wake,
for the scoundrel hath fed from Hade’s lake.
Dribbling and oozing of sins in smog;
Ivory lungs filled with children fog.

Wither and woe comes the Jagger Hound.
Forceps tight as his Jagger paws.
Ears as stiff as a corpse but drowned
with fear erupting from his stagger jaws!

                                                    and all but vicious, just because…

He was cast from the waylands; societies mock
but treaded light as chi.

For he’d feast upon anything with a fleshy smock
and would gargle such feasts with glee.
                                        But who was he really?
A villain shaped in a silhouette’s glaze?
T’was the hound of a demon they’d decree--
a canine dear Asmodeous would praise.

Teeth crooked and viney like swords--
Draping with entails of organ chords.
He hides beyond the brim of the blitz bridge waiting;
The forest’s scape at dusk, his lungs vibrating.
Prey for his hungry eyes elating.

So look beyond the icicle alcoves to see him loom.
And once you gaze, expect your doom.
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​Doth Lies In The Gums

1/25/2016

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​Doth Lies In The Gums
 
                                                                  By: Kosative D.

Expressions given in gold.
Whispers of feelings never but told.
Lying so plainly on faces but pale.
Who could catch those expressions as they sail?
                     
Hail, hail,
                             all hail the truth--
 
Should be taught quite ferociously from youth.
 
For never could a sinner catch more lively a tone--
Than the expression of deceit on their face alone.
 
For only the wicked one doth known,
the lies so stagnant encrusted in bone.
 
But their survival lies in that they look oh so pretty--
porcelain teeth with gums oh so gritty. 
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Glass Expectations [on a Wall Mount\​

12/11/2015

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Glass Expectations [on a Wall Mount\​
                   ​- Published in Leaves of Ink
             
                                                                    By: Kosative D.

Half heartedly, would I presume
to wither a holy spell--
yet to what degree would said charm consume
the bit of me where lightness dwells?

So often am I as sheer as the glass that makes me.
Each time I smile, I often disappear.
Melting away to the infinite emotions that take me
on a luminous faux fervent veneer.

I dictate many truths from the sand
None of them see through as ice.
But often hold glass expectations in my hand
Whilst trying desperately to suffice.

I’m often ravenous and dine on corpses--
yet my meals so often remain
reflective of my see through forces
and consummate my glassy veins.

I wonder how much sun it might take
to make me visible—a glass gone opaque!

For I carry diseases inside these frail walls.
The world with such ease doth breaks.
Folding into such memories hidden in breakable shawls--
so obstinate as it quakes.

For look at me!

                                   I am nothing you see.
                        See through as a curtain you hang for vanity.
                           However so thick, I do think I could be


                            Opulent, but dead to a varied degree.
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