And there we all die

exposition mindboggling

for the naked soul

I believe in a certain system
colonialism doesn't cut it
my way too
all ways do

A fossil rocks on the beach
alcoholic breath
with dynamic speech
the question was your dad
I must have meant T rex
the devil of that era
her mom lit up her eyes
died too early hurly burly
Rex got rash
drank whisky and smoked hash
he turned mean
she turned blue
like Monday's trash
ran away after eighteen
a cycad on the waterfront
telling true stories
a message ON the bottle
slamming at full throttle.

When dreams cease
and words become absolete
the devil will have truly imagined

Great expectations
trust the BIG BANG theory
satan gets the lead?

Tabloid and short lived
damaging cheap shots
attract or detract
support purport report
pay the bills ******!
white lies is a must
never abort.

Drop a penny
or add a pound
a moment with Ludwig
will give it a sound
a true voice to the voiceless
the blind see and the deaf hear

Through the red sea
over the dead SEE!
His blood
for you and me
not just cut and dried
a design so refined
bespoke in the Masters mind

Like leather enhance a couch
Some are comfortable in skins even if it means mimic the devil

Tracking white noise
relentless beating
coming from the "cockpit"
his heart is a Blackbox
with cracked ribs and broken wings
her search is in vain.

Placid
lake of love
I want to drift
into your heart
closer and closer
to your soul
deep into you
slaked

Thank you for being
a lifetime to my dreams
I love you more and more

no

the

earth

is realy

a staircase

to the heavens

Turn the pen down low,
the sheets are set
in
**-ri-zontal flow,
caress...release express!
moan
groan
and
dream,
let your feels out
e
v
e
n...scream!!!

We **** the enemy
a governed philosophy
an unseen soldier

Bungiecord technicians
daredevils and conservatives
depending on the level of exposure
the fall out could be catastrophic
said the hermit of the recluse

Social media radio tv
Ghost towns
tabloids and white noise

Free me, from this Eiffel,
masted bolt and nuts
gushing through your hair

Faces in the rain
posters of protest
a party named poverty

We all leave when we grow up
it's a bit sad to go at least the trees
gets time to rest hibernate recalibrate
prepare for new leaves our sprouts their autumn our spring.

The thing you should and if you haven't stumbled there just like after the storm your design is immaculately
so like a rainbow:)))

In cold desert nights
Vultures devour a carcass
Hyenas had left

China doll on stilettos
a foolish man's meat
on a harlots fork

The Allusion of perfection

Shaken by my own imperfections
I write poetry for likes
what I won't do
to give the most hated
what can only be described
as a solid hug

Is the beginning from the end

Hidden in the cleft
among stubborn stones
wherever
water flows willingly
Relief follows

Transmission broke
it happens when the shift are stuck in reverse.

There are so many expectations
as this world looks upon us
yet God has created us for
a purpose,
to love brings him great pleasure
and for us overwhelming joy.

And here I am waiting
ten years ago one for the road
and two to go
Said
Pop goes the weasel
and there she left me

Ecstatic
half empty
twi+lights in the hourglass
a bottomless love.