I
Heard a voice
speaking words of joy
just listen, ignore the noise
and you will find it, like an old toy
or
you might not
maybe you'll just laugh
while the children sit and rot.
it's okay though, life is just a gaffe.

Their eyes are just numb.
Like the lies whispered by man.
Or  whistle of snow.

Christ’s chains pay homage to his hollow hardship.
Breathing brimstone and sulfur unto their laps.
A gnarled knuckle ending in a curved claw strips
skin from bone ‘til their souls seize, and they collapse.

Come the eve they howl their harebrained hearsay.
Licked by forgotten bone and beasts’ bloodstained whips.
As Joan stares down Judas, before her horns flay
Him down to splintered, shadowy mangled wisps.

Muscles contort, mutilated in a mound
their guts greasing the hall’s cracked nooks and crannies.
When out from the back came the man who was crowned
Lord of the Flies, and beneath his gaze life flees.

With barren fingernails he scraped the stone wall
cold unblinking eyes searching for his next prey,
until they rested on the disciple, Paul.
A sad huddled mass that fervently prays.

He spat a cruel cackle and readied his blade,
As Paul feebly raises his fists, burdened by chains
and whispered, “In lord’s name may I please be saved.”
Yet alas, in a mere moment he was slain .

Let the seventh sorrow reach into

isolated dint; glower, I’m home.

zealots pleasure striking their coup.

Salivating over lustful tomes

all while the hypocrite’s contrition

levels all but a single man’s glare,

interacting with love’s first partition.

Mmm…or maybe; I don’t really care.



I don’t know, nor do I feel the sun.

Lo and behold I spy your visage

onward into my lovely dreams.

Violently these feelings aren’t yet done.

Energy released until I scream

Yet the soul contracts massage.

***** your female mantis drains

Until we look and find the rain.