IF you show me your heart
I should know your country
I have no need for rail
or journey by carriage
for you have shown me
your land of lovely life
it is my destination
and no boundary line
save the one you give
my heart’s permission
my travels are lovely
one for the soul that
awaits your heart!
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
A society crumbles mostly
by death breeze, slowly
And the children crying
beneath a troll bridge
eating soul meat pies!
I saw a needle piercing
god’s lonely golden eyes
a sweet whore blessed Him
Our Nation of freaks guessing
when does hell fire kiss death
Not until the archangel smokes
and engineers a portal feasting
upon the backs of dead babies
Go away! Nightmare go! away!
The dead crave the donuts
of a center holy semen nut
So go away! No redemption!
:: 07-01-2014 ::
I drank the vine of life and so many drowned // a dirt-death dry mouth
And I coughed a scarab // your dessert dune crest cut the flesh of cherubs ///I sat upon the ancient point //Giza tickled my anal soul
And Noah saved the pure while the freaks drowned //I guess we better call the UN they love humanity
and all it’s diseases & fags
I swear I sweat Susie q’s
I guess I am stupid too
Hollywood harbors ghosts
and Mississippi mud cakes
taste so good
in Antebellum homes
I’m a savior in flat eyes
I call angel lust
a hanging or electric death
gravity pulls the soul out
a top pop view for souls
Dead tongues stick out
and bladders wet release
when the ghost leaves home
:: 07-02-2014 ::
A B C D E F G …
Ahh be see dee eh If gee
And I say!
I’ll be see dee if gee…
[wait a minute…]
Oh damn…
I’ll be seeing Dee if she wants me!
:: z06-26-2014 ::
Oh! here within the rain
a nature bath upon my soul!
Awash away of daily grit
within the soothing day
i hear applause within the wet
splish-splashing tears that fall
And now the crusted crown
of yellow gold reveals itself
and freshest air minus applause!
:: 06-23-2014 ::
Most of my favorite memories
are cast within the daily grind
a trip or two across the way
from morning to evening light
But if I am brave enough to say
and sometimes I am not
(but not today)
the very best of memories
are the ones I make within my dreams
And the rarest of all make their own
:: 06-22-2014 ::
I cannot become but only be
that which is born inside of me
if one should ask that more I be
I politely say I am what I can only-me
a poor character acting human-be
to be the best inside of me
:: 06-22-2014 ::
A dead rose you say?
No such thing!
Perhaps the promise
died —
the rose remains
:: 05-16-2014 ::
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