I’m not selling lies to Satanists like
canned goods during Judgment day,
or trying to convert an infidel
devoted to non-believing,
I don’t steal children from cradles
to sacrifice on my alter of clay,
or curse, or hex, or put bad juju
on priests and nuns appeasing
their beliefs,
I’ve fed the hungry in Christian institutes
and I’ve chatted with Latter-Day-Saints,
I’ve never said someone was going to hell
because they didn’t bless me the right way,
I’ve found a truth in my own heart
and I find it to be self-evident – without taint
That I can believe in whatever I want
no matter what you do or say,
Don’t call me unholy – I pray more than most
Just not to your God
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
What do you see in my wire veins
Nothing more than smoke and refrain
from the awful need to feel a drug
pumping in my brain,
I’m all broken limbs and broken words
Trying to speak to you some lovely verse
as I am shipped away in a hearse,
I always said I’d get here first
Dead and dead
And redefined:
Me: noun., forever wrong, wonder-less,
wander-less, lacking plot -
But
amorous
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Perhaps I'm not meant to be a tree:
for when I grow tall they cut me down-
Instead I'll be a ****
the tallest **** around
~
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
I’ve never dreamt of flying -
floating, falling feathers:
A [disembodied] flight over
far reaching [yellow] sun flower fields
~
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
There’s still moments
when I hear you
talking, walking away from me -
stiff backed, strong willed,
Flashes of glances of brown eyes
crinkled up in laughter at a joke -
you don’t laugh at my bad jokes
anymore,
And I tried not to
read your Facebook statuses,
or watch you
across the room,
I tried not to
remember your poetry,
or the way you always believe in
yourself,
I tried not to remember what being
your friend was like, being more than
friends,
I tried not to remember any time
I spent with you, or time spent
with my mind on you,
I ignored your presence,
your breath and steps
until you were nothing but
a name on someone else’s
tongue,
an image on the inside of
my eyelids,
a ringing in my ears,
you leaked away from the days
and out of my life
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
I am breathing water through my skin -
Thirsty living sponge absorbing
thought bubble exhales
Inhaled opinion torrents against
the current of mental oceans
flowing through the river of
my [self-creation],
Liquefied individual seas filing
the space of bone, blood, *****
Fleshy container of moon-tide movings,
white capped vocal waves
splashing into the port of ears,
Smashing boardwalk, tropic landmasses
opposing progression of this internal
flooding,
There was no Arc for my [air self],
two-legged, old self,
I am irrigated in washing lake water,
fresh stream sweat beading on the
lip of prayers to old goddesses,
crying melting glacier eyes,
transformed – reformed
further informed,
[simple oasis
pond]
in the [desert] everything
~
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
I call her Chanel -
because she covers up the stench of her rotting morality
with that iconic perfume of beauty,
Her internal ethnicity is of wrinkles, and rough skin,
and canines hard like diamonds -
ones that tear up the futures of her stargazers
with ****** nips and snippets behind their backs,
Like truths written on paper that she hates to read -
she tears them up into shreds so miniscule
they could never be stitched back together,
Then she smiles as she strides past
with that aroma wafting from her
in agonizing waves like an ocean of failure
pelting her hypnotized admirers from miles away,
Though she’s miamed their images with rumours
and amputated their hopes with lies
she is to them this kind of idol
set up on a pedestal of severed limbs painted gold,
They see a saviour while I see a snake
cloaked in an aura of No 1
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC