Copyright © 2011 by Criss Jami
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Salomé:
In Every Inch In Every Mile
A poetry book by Criss Jami
1 - Constellation In Preservation
2 - To Spring In Summer And Fall By Winter
3 - Münchausen
4 - Cicero
5 - The Piano Plays A Tune In Sync With You
6 - Moral Overload
7 - Éminence Grise (Won’t You Teach Me)
8 - Mea Maxima Culpa, Cybernational Coma
9 - 9th Circle
10 - Da Capo (Hellström In Love)
11 - The Other South
12 - In Limbo, We Try Again
13 - Wintervibe
14 - The Blind Man Says…
15 - Shatter Me Sinfonia
16 - Jump The Gun
17 - For Veritas Aequitas
18 - Calm ‘N Calamity
19 - Self-Lover’s Rhythm
20 - Master Of Gorgeous Disaster
21 - Zeallové
22 - Vesta Vestalia
23 - The Method, The Madness
24 - Hypnotica Erotica
25 - Lovecraft Theme
26 - Wahrheit For A Sycophant
27 - Physics Of The Foretold
28 - They Call Us Antichrist
29 - The Story Has To Fall
30 - To You (Her World Is Nuked)
31 - Chiaroscuro Sketch
32 - Carpe Noctem
33 - It Was Legion
34 - Restrictor
35 - Crimson Peak
36 - Countdown To Kill Me
37 - Cyberpunk Dreams
38 - Only When You’re Sane Is It Black And White
39 - Belittle The Heart
40 - Dreaming Lotus
41 - Sola Fide
42 - Heretic Light
43 - Heart Is Trailing
44 - Political Kiss
45 - My Marionette
46 - Dead Is When You Can’t Let It Go
47 - Hedonists ‘Til We Die
48 - Bet Your Life
49 - Heartening Heart
50 - Surrender Your Heart (So Love Me Now)
51 - Cutting No Edge
52 - Blind Me With Your Vanity
53 - The Sacrificial Wolf
54 - I Walk The Mire
55 - Bohemian Conformity
56 - Everything That Was (Wasn’t)
57 - Solitary Girl
58 - Haze
59 - Between The Devil And The Crimson Sea
60 - Red Seas
61 - Occam’s Razor
62 - Virgin Garden
63 - It’s Okay (No Answers)
64 - Live By The Raven
65 - Romantik Paradoks
66 - Let Me Take Your Pain
67 - Fade To Gray
68 - Center Of War
69 - Free Her Love
70 - Cult In Culture
71 - Life And Death Game
72 - Can’t Lose
73 - In The Name Of Stolen Bliss
74 - Thin Ice, Thick Flames
75 - Teary Potions
76 - Pixels
77 - Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile
Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it is more than half the battle.
Constellation In Preservation
It’s prospective
Should you care for hope
It’s gonna be, it’s gonna be
Like a guitarist released from jail
Sends a voicemail
“Let’s play this city like a harp from hell”
Let’s say “it’s in me”, our hearts won’t fail
Andromeda chained lady
Constellation in preservation
Your enemies made you
The everything the nothing
By nature pain is dropping
And the savior is here
And the savior is here
And you’ll turn around little lady
You’ll look when you’re waving
When you’re waving goodbye
It’s infected
Do you want the smile
Misogynist, narcissist, pessimist
Yes it is the deadliest terrorist
To you, it was
Now crawling along lost all of us
Now singing a song of thoughts and lust
Andromeda chained lady
Constellation in preservation
Your enemies made you
The everything the nothing
By nature pain is dropping
And the savior is here
And the savior is here
And you’ll turn around pretty lady
You’ll look when you’re waving
When you’re waving goodbye
Can it hate us can it break us
Treble the enemies
And lose the key to me
Throw it away and set us free
Heated like a soul fallen from grace
And it’s hated, the sight of his face
Heated like a soul fallen from grace
And you won’t hate it oh God’s face
Andromeda chained lady
Constellation in preservation
Your enemies made you
The everything the nothing
By nature pain is dropping
And the savior is here
And the savior is here
And you’ll turn around oh baby
You’ll look when you’re waving
When you’re waving goodbye
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.” ~Albert Camus
To Spring In Summer And Fall By Winter
Every season there’s a reason it’s
The construction of a winner
In the spring, next spring
Baby reborn sinners
It hurts to see you hurt
And the night we were on the monorail it worked
Is this for you or me
And you signaled I’ll know when I start listening
To see the ends of the earth
To speak Venerean words
You favored my patience
Though I still hated waiting
And since you’re mute
Yes I’ll say it for you
Silver bullets and a stake in the heart
But the cross still awakens my heart
I’m the freak of nature that’s all
Darling it’s not the way that you are
The spring comes and maybe (‘til then)
Your asylum is what makes me (win)
To spring in summer and fall by winter
Oh the spring comes baby
Your asylum is what makes me
To spring in summer and fall by winter
You stitched open the eyes and
Left a few
I used on the mouth
To spite you
It’s how I know that
I want you
So again I’ll show that
I love you
Silver bullets and a stake in the heart
But the cross still awakens my heart
I’m the freak of nature that’s all
Darling it’s not the way that you are
The spring comes and maybe (‘til then)
Your asylum is what makes me (win)
To spring in summer and fall by winter
Oh the spring comes baby
Your asylum is what makes me
To spring in summer and fall by winter
Spring in summer and fall by winter
Spring in summer and fall by winter
Spring in summer and fall by winter
We spring in summer and fall by winter
And the spring, reborn sinners
Self-righteousness is much like a spiritual egocentricity. It constitutes a secular type of love that thrives under conditionality, one in which is only existent after an individual meets the adopted standards of the condemner; oppositely, unconditional love is a holy love.
Münchausen
Showing your portrait of me
It’s a joke that’s unfortunately
Something I wasn’t and wasn’t meant to be
We pretend an answer
Even when it’s right
The intent is the cancer
It’s not the insight
A longing that we know not what
Sehnsucht
With equal force
Like we war by the gun
‘Cause love is boring when it’s not on the run
Münchausen what a syndrome
To get a kiss in the center of the room
Oh yes I know you
Though I join you
It’s the festival of fools
And you carve me open with the metal tools
No need to see how it goes
The beginning’s like the end
Oh you’d find coke in the snow
Just to start an argument
And you won’t let it go
Every time
Every crime
Marks a monument oh, oh
A longing that we know not what
Sehnsucht
With equal force
Like we war by the gun
With no remorse like we’re drunk in the sun
Münchausen what a syndrome
To get a kiss in the center of the room
Oh yes I know you
Though I join you
It’s the festival of fools
And you starve me always oh yes it’s true
To hear my own name is nothing but pain
You know how the blood’ll flow
‘Cause hypocrisy’s the ladder to fame
As the honesty’ll watch it grow
A longing that we know not what
Sehnsucht
With equal force
Like we war by the gun
Scarification, the skin is coarse and the innocence gone
Münchausen what a syndrome
To get a kiss in the center of the room
Oh yes I know you
Though I join you
It’s the festival of fools
Where you carve me open with the metal tools
A solid answer to everything is not necessary. Blurry concepts influence one to focus, but postulated clarity influences arrogance.
Cicero
I read your mind of a woman, heart of a child
Been that way awhile
I see you smile little lady part miles through the Nile
Vile, I’m not your cross but this love isn’t timed
Was I lost or do you love to hide
To thrill to chase
Your will’s my race
Stretched and skewed
Tap of the 8-ball and the cue
Scratches fall through
They are the scars of you
Cicero
The tongue-tied blush through the letter
Cicero
Love is verity the parody that gets better
I know the wise see the wise
Grow a beard dying hair white
I took a feathered pen an Ascorti pipe
I tried I’m crime over matter, it’s has-been
A Château shattered, you’re godsend
To thrill to chase
Your will’s my race
Stretched and skewed
Tap of the 8-ball and the cue
Scratches fall through
They are the scars of you
Farewell but easy on the goodbye
Sweets to the sweet
Farewell no endless week
No senseless pain will hurt you and me
Stretched and skewed
Tap of the 8-ball and the cue
Scratches fall through
They are the scars of you
Cicero
The tongue-tied blush through the letter
Cicero
Love is verity the parody that gets better
“A letter does not blush.” ~Marcus Tullius Cicero