I have my doubts though one way is  to cross through
Morgoth or Moloch or maelstrom of the daggers that
dare not do to you as I must
State of being as an American... graduations, convivials,
brunches and Sunday football gatherers...

Vitriol and dusts.. cruelty extremists.. in the Good Book I trust...
fire the moonshine runners, kick the tires,
burn the gloved fists, sapphires and rust

I am not fed by the chimes of spurious
daunting jabs and dares
We can not quiz valiance, doors to utopian
realms and passages to take us there

Nemesis so cloaked and free as dramas betwixt
were the destitute rally of failed strife stories now
They have begun being nixed for the better ones
That's you and me  
volley of drab defensive rushes
forwarded and returned
peeling by the time  
deliverance was the postage affixed

Always lost in hubris the darkest of hours
Oh God...Horus, oh Tiamat await within the spiritual spirits

Frolic a coy loss, avail and fail, win and loss,  free hits
Such as you and I, surely...
Pleasing to the laws that raced to sever flesh and verify ascensions
For as psychosomatic brevity scolded all were watched and mocked The decisions continue to contrasts to depths I(we) flew and swayed into the eves and dawns that greens of immersed magics founded of cadence  

Now shadows replace valor quickens the sights acknowledged
Words of attack too dense the ghosts slide into grasp of human touch
Making excited the lows and walking
the commodity of joy back home
I have swapped the cinders and children so futile and desperate yet history repeats surround now forces of the darkness as stronger wiser beings of the light have found it was to hurt me, they've found fealty in never turning the revenants  to madrigal wisps summoned by ceremonies of taciturn death
Tell me, tell us what you never did fragile young soul...
So nice to quell smooth novice frozen garb stitched of merry deniers
Unhook the golden copper wax coddled wires
Now use the knowledge of all creation brandish the satisfactions and follow the inhibitions into the new future
The ones that shadows had replaced time afore now merely we stand awaiting as servants to a cause at your door

Dreams emotional cheating common music
Lose base with the free mental glands
With truth you know follow knowing you've lost it

Talk fast perfidious pucker but you won't solve our differences
Can a pretty girl get out from the facts and sit with a rewind
she's a darting incubus black and brown
The next two visions see the proprietor with losers and war-
twists a fox tail "I don't hear the rip of you letting her down"

Pain acceptance, it's nice to learn what you
think of yourself or think you know
Against the law of the community, a ceremony celebration
cuts all lose and dreams turn back to ******* nightmares

Streets empty, city's night life cheers at the lame
bodied jackals minded as humans, limping
at no behest wishing to stop
Reaching, hoping a video of the performance, it's at least to try...
to pray for a blank creation on the next night
It's enclosed upon you and all the complications
of this operation... your a squid to be fed upon
by my mighty sharks and Krakens

One last stretch, one last plead, please God,
a greater question of whose who..
What did I do that with my faith I can't see?

Its ultimately consternation and sin as if
the devil's been  watching you,
your vision sees a German Shepard
and its owner's *****

The last advent, a sight of teachers fighting due rap sheets
Regards as princesses dub for you the stys of kleptomaniacs

If you had wanted to start your own club
a reality and dream to be free
what's more important
than a word with the maker

Unfortunately the human thinking
machine requires much more
than Above and Below then the
elusive dream might make its move...

Meanwhile illusions eternally beckon and
the architecture of more magic is lost as
dreams remain a nightmare

The Year is 2020

...and my how truly flying and intergalactic we are? or are we?...

Variance and effective striations... gilded words?
(a wit ever feeding)?
No caustic abrasion incisions and bleeding
Leap wildly jasmine terse collapses indefinitely...a Poetic?
(on golden wings of sun we ride)
No thrashing dendrites of nerves and veins cleaved aside
Dancing surreptitiously benumbed by satiny lavender light cascade... Ahhh the morning hour garden?
(ahh to not survey such peace, a certain vanity)
No vapid plasma astringent antibiotic slurry all
over mind body and sanity
Cover the dark chimera and expose
your soul for knowledge...
to read fantasy literature is to know fiction?
(the theater workshop?)
No melting consciousness a wolf rasping
traumatizing your little muffy
loved pet screaming as to get away it doesn't walk but hops
Cream subtle taupe the music near the voice of ones ear...
of course at last a classical symphony solace?
(the live philharmonic performance)
No devolved atavistic alien embryos squeal satanic verses as
carving out the inner ear drum pain trance
Epitome of making a night jaunt to different
shades of the unreal...a lovely night stroll in a park?
(amongst the trees a simple flashlight and
the world is still ours to have)
No draconian groups of categories unspeakable strike and cause necrosis as legions of evils morbid torture stab
Well then why didn't you just say so, same here, see ya round,
don't go further than the zone hypra nuclear
regulation boundaries of your city

no one as distant as I the one step I know
me and I haven't indemnified
one leap of faith as I have me to thank
for prosperity said I with a vertigo air

see slits cthulhu whips chains or switchy knives
see marriage prosperity demonstrative
satisfactions one lady not wives

I see the world icy the world I C D whirled in does in
a were illed ensign take your medicine!

this can go... to that can do what you believe already went
faintly cut mean blank reality
acclimate morning prayers that you
stopped before the rain cowl sent

so that's when they do...what if though you know
at least its a start how can it be
what makes the I introduced be more than those were through
and then on the first that was late through that to me

people sweep words that don't get us to complain
trying to starting over is more a major ******* PAIN in the ***

I'm expected by me now
a kid then rude a beast that saved
only thought inappropriate levels were do
faces make nor laces
nor or with of the knowledge
stagger free victory twist and pound
aye Jaime to the ground

Now that's the EEEE of Chop suey dude

On the wings of daylight and
  flawed barren scars across
Dive constantly divine symbiosis
  clawing at creeks' festoons of moss
I brought shoals jovial and unkind impossible
Lately autumn bracken with convivial casual
Stalked by medieval windrose
dabbles mists of loss
Near empathy arced hilly paths
thoughts turn and toss
Friended butterfly scolded
by idols live oak songs
Remiss tales of truth pressure weather
  tansy and feverfew of rights and wrongs
When you were 17 doormat the walkaround
  bundle feathers mad imprints
Enjoying wide skies of rain
and defined roofs nimbostratus
  cleave interests hope's tints
A book so power races
a towne and life grand
senseless piqued sunsets
Forgotten addled adjutants
electrified air resumes
our trounced earthen regrets
Definitive cold wide sheets of
  scripted ease un paused scratch
Cackle craft and concur
times night savings reach past
the peace endure and abruptly
is the approach of winters match

Dear Fears,
This's the last time the issue I find
perturbing enough to look upon
does more to me than..is to be
thought of as indifferent
and as a web spun!
The shears of severed limbs
make the charter more embellished and difficult.
Say to me you'll call our grievances a benefit
of prayer and the stacked psalms upon an altar...
and to a future, the snare!
But I fear, and soon, all that is about one place
or the last, that is no cartoon;
defies principle of hope and is now the continuance
to which I so improperly write about often!
And when inept stares me in the face
the moon will creep into a somber fascination
making death or the prize of killing
all that I find tomorrow needing, for certain!
If one's shoulders cry "sun upon our throne", then, of thorns...
tis when I wisely smear the God forsaken blood away.
That is the one dream I know will not ask to be underkept,
by you atavistic fear, or overthrown, dear fiend, fear.
Or in pastel truths...oh!
the eternal classes of myriads of sunsets. oh!
please can you pray for me so righteously as I did you?