slap the box and
call me poison-us-
with fight songs,
not our trees.
The leaves fall
halo-like the root
ground angels that
they are.
Thats something
im gonna say I remember
tires, pavement and small
wet kisses.
Tired, paying and seams
of brain, hitting the floor
dancing. Dancing.
Dance, prance, stamped
on the back of my neck,
nicknamed. Self-proclaimed.
And,
I probably wont remember your name.
The game is in the tough turf,
rough birds, reads yellow on
red, branded
Crimson at birth.
I heard it the first time…
Denny Chimes. I got
soul,
but I am not sold, here.
You no arts kid.
You ***** breathed skid.
You ******* no color bid.
You wise eyed pig.
coonass roux grit rig.
pompous junk drunk jig.
keg king fit for fear fig.
God is in the pavement,
and the Bible is on my belt.
And I cant STAND the fact that
you need help.
roundin up the wheels
of my drinks in hand
till the cows don't come home.
I dont want to be alone,
sing till the loam becomes sand.
And its quick,
to fall far from plan.
You're skinny and you misstep,
but I kept the ideas on head,
not a.
I walked down that sidewalk,
liked I owned the place.
And I did,
when I was not the case…
I screamed at your window,
a few months later.
I hope you heard me.
I DONT CARE IF YOU’RE A STAR!
did you hear me?
My skin may bubble,
but its not allowed to scar.
And it doesnt
because I said so.
If I could go back,
I would heal from you.
Blue.
Loves in
two,
more
than
two…
less than two.
One.
One decision I did not make,
changed my fate.
a date.
Now labeled and baited.
again and again
and again.
Tell me of my sins.
I wanna smash that
bullet between your ears.
Its been jamming around for years.
You wanna root my fears
in what is up here, perhaps
appears
before mirrors.
shards halfway into you,
we broke through and became one.
Tears, terrors,
and pinkie swearers before God
(waittryitagainImeanit)
BEFORE GOD…
I love you.
Above all,
I adore you.
implore you,
to see this,
in true
living
lovers.
Count my confessions
one
two
three
its too many to say
what I ran from,
but,
I can name the cracks
in the concrete
four
five
six
I didn't pick up any
thick licks of honey
ringing the horns that
sounded the years
of long bad ticks.
I don’t have
any
new tricks
seven
eight
nine
im fine
ten
and I've hurt you again.
Thats a lie and I just might win.
sly over there, a violin of concocted *** coils
of Cmon— let me hear that again.
Your songs are lucid and the spit is acid.
Thats why I became his main assettttttttttttttt
tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
t t talk is cheap
but my body is cheaper…
You looked at me that way,
spinning my hay for whats its worth
and at least
you fed it to your horses.
everything runs its courses,
the forces
carry my wheels packed with my life
in a bag.
Jet lagged from flights to hell
and back-packed ready
to see my God in the pavements— away close to home
with the Bible on my belt.
I felt
the tilted welt
split its rock
and crumble tumble down my throat
into my gullet
swift like velvet, memories tell it…
That my fiction is now Non,
and the friction is gone—down the road
with me.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
My baby lies over the ocean
My baby lies over the sea
My baby lies over the ocean...
Please, don't bring my baby back to me...
my baby flies over the ocean
my baby falls into the sea
my baby flies over the ocean...
Now, baby is as deep as can be.
baby floats over my ocean
baby sinks into dark sea
baby chokes over my ocean...
I start to confuse smiles with glee.
baby floods his ocean
baby freezes in sea
baby fights cold ocean...
baby is now a he.
He is not in my ocean,
I can't find my sea
tears are my ocean.
He won't say goodbye to me.
hard parts, and ocean swallows.
seas can't cure screams.
Oceans of the guilt breathes,
He can't make sense of these...
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
If I had a fly
for every beautiful smile that
was cast my way,
I would have a swarm
around a corpse,
full of twisted hearts and
wishes unmade.
All things fall victim at the end
of a cigarette ****
like my will
quivering
as smoke leaves your lips.
Waterfalling,
out pours my will.
I start to wonder what sin
tastes like again as
Valerie
gives me a drag,
lipstick stained.
All things fall victim
at the end
of a cigarette ****
and
of lips blood red that
laugh at
smoke
that escapes from teeth...
that would tear your skin happily.
Valerie's lipstick would smear
down your
neck
as
my teeth
carve the stone that make it.
You don't know what the light did to me.
The bold shadows
that shaped
your
,already,
stone polished neck...
Those same shadows covered my eyes...
And what I found in my
shallow lenses of Valerie's
was...
Your cherry blossomed lips
and breath petals
moving
left my skin
wet to the touch.
And still hot
from the sin...
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I would like to have a moment,
with you
behind the locked door.
See, this voice of yours
its made my vision sore.
Red and Swollen around the image
of you that is too heavy
and I don't want to carry it around anymore.
Ive made promises.
Like
your face will never reach
the indention of my ink.
But you know,
the funny thing about promises
is
they to
are too heavy.
They sink,
all
the
way
down
to the depths
of the front step
of that spelled door
You are locked behind.
I wouldn't mind
if I couldn't hear you singing...
You pull my memories to the floor,
and you scatter them around
that door
A Mind Field
explosive to the
thought.
Its funny
cause ironically
thats how I don't get caught...
turning the ****
It was
never
suppose to be
my job.
To lock you out.
Somehow,
I know...
The distance between us,
is in vain.
But, if I let you open,
I will be slain...
by the stare
and
the edges of black hair.
Song would boom and blair,
and shake every corner
of sense
I have left to bare.
Player
of my soul song...
It is only spelled
because
it is you who casts it.
By
hums.
And strums
at the heels
of my steps..
that echo
As I leave you,
behind the spelled door
once more.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
I looked my enemy
in the face.
It did not scare me,
or tear me...
But it did
bring me to tears.
Because I have no fears,
just
weight...
of our World's
fate.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Shame me if you will...
but I must speak my mind freely.
This is suppose to be a "Love day"....
but if Love is thriving....
Would Love be
driving
words and slander...
Calling,
for a Man's
flesh
and
bone
to be burned.
I
Yearn
to know
what kind of Love
You
are speaking of....
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
The truth is so loud
its hard to hear
The earth angel is
always
beautiful
when he appears.
........
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
How can you fix your problem,
if your problem is your face.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
I was going to do
a clever write
of all the top
songs of our year.
But,
I'm too busy
figuring how
I ended up here...
So,
I'm just going to say.
Hey.
My heart's too big
for words
you
couldn't even mouth
in *****
Because My mind
is subject
to hand and knee
heaving
to ask if it's
even
ok
to hold the key
To my own thoughts.
Is it
too
much
to
ask
not to be sought
by every
twisted tooth
demon.
and not be
caught....
In my own web of sighs.
Is it
too
much
to ask
to cradle myself into
all their deliriously delicious
lies....
One look,
my soul fries.
Leaving the rest of existence
to eat with a side of catch--
-me-
-up the wall
leaving nails
and hell hounds
on my tail...
This is where the voices
truly
hail...
I feel their hissing
ripping
on my scalp
and spine.
Its safe to say
I've lost my mind.
funny....
I couldn't find it in the first place.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
Ive watched that video
many times.
Never realizing....
It was always me.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC