Im on cloud nine
problem is
You're on cloud eight
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
Dawn
breaks on an unforgiving world
as night takes flight
in leathery wings transformed to feathers
sonar becoming sonic boom
as ****** reigns
upon the carrions mournful cries
flames burn blurred horizons
as trailing smoke
transmutes
into a flock of fowl tempered crows
seeking to pluck out the eyes of the blind
that cannot see
that the end of man is not if and when
but simply
HOW
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Broken and beaten
and yet...
you only make me
stronger.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
You didn't rock the boat
you merely sank it ...
deep
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC
In ones kiss may hidden truths be found
by touch and feel devoid of sound
and in these moments let this silence reign
where er' my love we two have lain
---x---
So hush my love and close thine eyes
for what can't speak can ner' tell lies
and let my lips with gentle ease
a tender sigh from thy lips tease
---x---
Lie to me not but lie to me
hear of my heart mine honesty
and know that all unsaid is true
that I will lie always to you
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
Laid on the floor
spine broken
words like blood
spilt
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
See that carbon footprint
the one stomped on the earth
the one that you've been treading in
since the moment of your birth
it's the dog **** on the muddy boot
that stinks of gasoline
it's the plastic bag and broken glass
it's the poison nicotine
it's the mattress in the hedgerow
it's the paint can in the lake
It's the acid in the raindrop
and each promise that we break
see that carbon footprint
the one stamped on liquored breath
that's the one you never noticed
until too late the earth faced death
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
Heaven...
is in your kiss
Hell...
is in your leaving
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Yon painted ***** yet coffin fresh
the taste of death warm on her flesh
against mine own I long to press
in unholy union no priest would bless
the scent of grave and rictus grin
egg on my need my want to sin
fragile as the first spring bloom
I lay her gently in my room
and soft I claim her as my prize
not with my hands but with my eyes
she's somewhat cold yet heats my blood
my freshly plucked from rest Rose bid
with shaking hands I lay her bare
and at her beauty stand and stare
for here tonight before my peers
I'll put to rest such childlike fears
with surgeons fingers such as these
I'll enter her with precise ease
I'll make of her a thing of pleasure
my illicit gift mine stolen treasure
so gentlemen please take a pew
as I perform right here for you
autopsy 101's in session
today the womb's the arranged lesson
thank you Burke thank you Hare
same time tomorrow please take care.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Oh starling my darling
my love and my life
My music when saddened
my shelter from strife
bread winner protector
come Sun and come rain
in winter you warm me
and drive away pain
My Angel pray hold me
with wings that are mine
and gather me to thee
For now and all time
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC