Nobody’s a saint
Except for preachers
Of course
They’ve never done any wrong

From
Sinners saints and reprobates
Those who practice chastisty
Celabites
Degenerates
Everyone casts a shadow

Angels have demons
I’ve got a few
skeletons in my closet
They’re naked and self-conscious
I’m nothing special
Just finding my way

No inspiration
No cause
No notion
And no reason

Words are a drug
Words are a comfort
Words are a companion

I know
How original?

Saying nothing
Is saying something
Words escape
But I always find them again

Writers block only exists
In the minds of those
Who let it

How original
How original
How original
How original

Beauty has a name
no need for  fame
Just a dame
Of unparalleled intricacy

Catch the nuances
In a jar
And save them  from later
If you forget a single thing
You’ll be ******

Trust me when i say
Every words a note
If you stagger or faulter
You’ll begin to drown

Beauty has a name
no need for  fame
Just a dame
Of unparalleled intricacy

Sea of red
Festive and welcoming
Wined and dined
On the finest
poultry and swine
With a salad and discourse on the side

Sea of red
In my head
The ecstasy of intimacy
In our heads

Now I’m in
The thick of it all
I’m not sure if I wanted this
But it feels

(So **** good)

Hell has waterfalls?
I never knew that hell had waterfalls scanning from the world above
This is where love goes when we die as our souls wither in purgatory- the ultimate punishment for our lives- lived that served as portraits of
Endless contradiction despite fun times
I never knew hell had waterfalls until I was standing amid the myriads of broken hearts looking at me from their nooses. Blue eyes hide the fire inside- pain redefined through a hearts apartheid- waterfalls separate the fiery tide as a tornado brews above and we try to hide

I  never knew hell had waterfalls... Till I meditated under one- pressure- release the lethal syringes from your gun and send the anesthetic to my heart so that I don't feel any more pain.
I never knew Hell had waterfalls until today

I see your image in my head
The still frame portraits and macabre dressed in misleading bright happy colors
I feel you in the air though you're not here
I see you're hand grabbing me and letting me go
Smudging your mascara on another gentlemans face as you do so
I cry and the tears hit your hand
You slap me away without looking at me
I awake and see your image in my dream
Letting me know that you're the key
To save me from this hell
2,190 days later
And you're still gone

The oman's grave
The times of indecision
Written on your gravestone

"Here it lies, death of an oman.... Good or bad.... We'll never know
Surely we'll never know the full potential of this... Omen
... And maybe it's better that way
... Today we say farewell to you
... A mysterious malgmation
Reflective particles of  nothing??
Who... Are... You...
We... Bequeath... You
Goodbye... To the Omen

The sparrows and ravens joined in cacophonous harmony
And sung the first notes of your afterlife