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!!!

In cold desert nights
Vultures devour a carcass
Hyenas had left

Presumptuous guy
please walk on by
it's a bit too positive
to be suggestive

no

the

earth

is realy

a staircase

to the heavens

Social media radio tv
Ghost towns
tabloids and white noise

Faces in the rain
posters of protest
a party named poverty

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

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

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

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 Allusion of perfection

Is the beginning from the end

I love
the honesty
poets who tells you
a story you won't believe
about stuff that happened indeed

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

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

Cuts deeper than a shave
dab it with lotion
stop the bleeding
find your heaven
a higher ceiling.

Cuts deeper than flesh
marrow under bone.
Without you
my heart has no refuge
totally alone

Cuts deeper than grave
disastrous emotions
when love goes down
a living hell
closer than a shave.

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.

Oh broken wings
How far we have fallen
with that toxic dart
Cupid smite
us a mighty blow
placing my heart on snow
she smiled for a while
floating on air
naked and bare, barely there
oh broken heart
how far have we fallen
Ginger and Fred,
Freddie a stare
Cupid's dare,
feathered a crow
Icarus moaned
broken arrow
popsicle toes.

Deep cuts self harm
life's a con
hurting Mom
she just Loves me
my money farm.
Coke whoonga
and ****
the devil  
plant's these toxic seeds.
Addicted
cloned
out on my own
satan itself
just left me
alone.
The kid the Former
born for the future
trapped in a corner.
Choose well
don't use
don't sell
a gangsters paradise
is the closest to hell.
Get out WALK proud
death has your head
cloaked in A bout.
Life is short
it cannot be bought
and Angels dwell
where demon's
can't WALK .

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

She stepped up with vengeance
for something I haven't done
I yodel a cannister of pepper spray down my throat.
The doctor wore a white coat
she casualled
he's my ex plumber
So I thought I'd
push the remote.