Heaven's gates open in beat with my eye lids
As we stumble in sweet confusion
We can taste the air as an ostrich wine
And the only sounds are angelic choirs joined in mirth
The walls are painted scenes blessed in eternal movement
With God himself scribing the tales
Telling stories of triumph merged in harmony
And penmanship worthier than any poet

Men docilely behold grace itself on the walls of heaven
Ever worthy of the eyes of mankind
Of those who stole a glance turn to gold
And immortals join in ritual

The sense of sight, light, is portrayed as holy crystals
Incandescent stalagmites create divine paths for righteous to follow
While those lost in damnation are lead to eternally fall
As the path lingers the walls inspire a revelation in ones heart
Blessing all who listen, with God's word

Oh memory,
Your sweet sweet remedies

Keep me awake at night
Reflecting on all I did right

and all I did wrong
you tell me in song

So the hurt doesn't slay
I can stay alive another day

You see,
I know you like me

Its transparent by the stalking
When the leaves are here I hear you walking

Sneaking around my mind for a ****
dependent on the depression of my will

My mind struggles against your grasping
but you left me in my own tears gasping

Desperate for a whiff of sensation
My back turns to an honorable salvation

And in pity of an infinite night
I awake and lie about the alright

Eerie psalms ***** a trill down my neck
Words are absent but the definition is lucid  
My body is hypnotized to follow the call
But my mind is a statue to the manipulation

Until I hear the harp of an angel
conjoined with the choir of sirens
The like of which has never touched Earth
blanketing my ear with its ******* song

All that I have lived does not compare
And I would end it all or begin a new
just to hear this harp forever in time
The harp that has given me new life

It speaks to me for I appreciate it's mastery
I do not resist for it only wishes good
And it continues to play with only one request
I must invite myself into the cave

I remember under the willow tree that one night everything was alright
All stress and emotions was gone from my chest we were lost in the moonlight
That one moment I took to when I looked at you, that’s what inspired me to write
And your deep brown eyes looked whiter than snow and brighter than headlights

Call me hopeless fearing emotion when I was younger but now I’ve found another
Person that understands me, calls me names other than my mother
And when that cold air hit your face I was there to warm it a fire
Not quick to think but when I find someone great I don’t want to push them futher

Now I wonder of someone I don’t know as well as I should
Love sounds great but in this era it burns faster than wood
But the way the light hit your face next to that willow could
Remind me of pure contentment, only know else place in childhood

So in the spur of the moment I placed your lips on mine
I couldn’t see but I imagined everything around clearly and the stars aligned
My mouth felt compassion and my heart dropped to the baseline
I knew under the willow was where I wanted to spend a lifetime

Do you hear?

Do you listen?

I felt your breath
But I also felt another
My ears discovered, in this very cave
An eternal body and an eternal coward

Do not share an ear to he that loathes you
Let your mind explore your exceptional thoughts
Thoughts of philosophers, born of gold and wisdom
You stand above man and above he

Ill treatment towards your being is rooted in jealousy
For they hate the perfections that leave them sleepless
Their journey is childlike to what our eyes have seen
So they develop an abhorrence to your presence

Do not let this shake your ground
A man on his silver horse must ignore those who trudge on feet
And the feline must not concern himself with rodents
Their pain is individual, you have met worst

Let me show you you're undying potential
With me you're most natural fantasies face reality

Imagine my conniption and slipping
When I noticed the man in the mirror was missing

I folded into self destruction and binged self hate
Before I was light, till sadness added weight

Then you came through the walls I erected
Inspired by your vivacity and charm I became connected

And under the Christmas tree you laid fair
In my glee, I knew I had never been there

Raise your hands now that the king is dead
Bring the poor out the streets the meek are fed
Bring sugar, milk, wine, and bread
Please lower your hands for the king is dead

May the ****** please come and feast with us
No need to starve like rats on crumbs and crust
We can show you peace, love, and trust
Oh please, the ******, come and feast with us

May the women who roam the night please come forth
We admire you because we all come from your birth
All humans, no lesser, from all east and north
May the dear woman from the night please come forth

Now that we have gathered I want to tell you all
What love and triumph serves to call
How we all rise with sun and sleep at fall
Please love yourself I’ve gathered tell you all

You creep behind refuge, exemplifying human nature
The dearth of your kindness kindles my feature

Your tongue must flavor of dust or dirt
For your falsehoods lay with incessant inert

When God formed you he fabricated sin
Stitched with worthlessness that festers within

I know your deeds and will sing them atop the trees
And your precious pride will perish with my lip's ease

I would do a charity and release your soul from the earth
And make the pain as profitable as your life was worth

Death will wear you as a cape in the afterlife
He'll carve his name in you everyday with a boning knife

It is a sad dawn in hell when you arrive
But it was your fate son, you mustn't deny

Curiosity arises on me whilst in my slumber-
Begging for death - bland, little, and somber.
For what wine quenches in the finis?
Life contracts death as death to the mother.

Is the ship rested upon the seabed departed?
Lost and addled the skeletoned sailors uncharted?
Oh! Their diaries fail to notion-
Of a cataclysm that waves adapted to fainthearted.

For what our mirrors surrender
Is that which our ideals birth

O Sweet almighty my lover lies-
Carried to mountains that silhouette skies.

By a demon mightier than your power-
Scheming to *******, force, and abuse her flower.

Who wolfs such hate, vile and cruel?
Me! For I am the beast that fathers no rule!

Ignorance envenomed my scrupulousness ears-
And gave tribute for lust to find what he hears.

My compass became dwindled but pointed true-
Such guidance, yet pique and repulsion grew.

She watched my footprints with rapt eyes-
And scoffed at my kind-furred disguise.

O why was I a fool to a lover so dapper!
Now the water runs unclean in the cold shower.

Rancid is a man who records his ***** being,
Grim is the one that goes without seeing

Lucy wears many faces
Her most vile is deception

This paradise she's offered is a hoax
An illusion sewed for mankind

His home in the sky is limitless and pure
You may not yet fabricate its likeness

Resist Lucy's temptation and live to see
A heaven that triumphs euphoria

Be humble and blend yourself with reason
Cast away your pride to the ocean

Know your limits and love them

The persistent air pushes upon the pebbled shore while the sun warms every breath
How manly of me to ponder of every man’s proper dream even when there is no man left
He silently thinks to himself as the tiny stones stick to his feet upon every stealthy step
I will travel to bear witness to this mistress from the bare islet.

Lady luck will guide me to the lovely lady if love is luckily true
If the spirit of the island is in the land she will lead me to something new
An experience so inexperienced even the experienced never knew
What terrible terror for the townsmen who never truly took to

A relationship

Yes, that’s what he forever never-forgetting wished for
A beautiful girl in her beautiful world to walk with him on the shore
A soul to simply grow old with and solemnly swear to love to the single core
A hope filled heart hopefully was all he needed for the other half to adore

The man curiously gazed up and saw he had completed the end of the coast
He had been walking all day wondering about a woman that he barely knows
To him she seems like she is standing in his way but to her he seems a ghost
He looked out at the riptide, smiled, for he maintains the memories he had engrossed

We explode into a cloud of blood.
A meaty burst of flame and flesh.

You should offer to drive for this road trip.
I need to stare out the window and disappear.

Just for a little while.
Then we can switch.

Sweet boy

Do not be possessed by sin
Do not feed on false promise
For you know love's extent

The crown on your head is not gold
But after this lifetime it shall be fine
You were born of sin but you may die of virtue
Only if you resist and follow His word

Lucy will freeze your heart
Your blood will turn to ice
And you will only know cold and isolation
The comfort of loneliness is limited

To die alone is heartbreak
And Lucy will let you die alone
in the cave between her frigid claws
If you follow His word
His light will set you free

Heave His warning
Learn His voice
Know His lessons
And He shall forever set you free

Bless his heart.
Who's next?
Please, God, give all of us time.
Why are you so cruel?
Where is the reason?
He was a 17-year-old boy.
The salt was meant to melt the ice
and now it soaks a boy's blood.
A tragedy.

Rest in peace young boy.
'We have to do better'

Silence.

Breath.

Warm Silence.

Breath out.

Be nervous, but never doubt.
Lucy is in you.
To caress you.
You've always known truth.
I birthed your truth.
Do not abandon me.
Do not run,
For I am your whisper.
I am your love.
I bow to your thoughts,
because I loath you.
But without my tongue you are lost.
Without my lips you are stranded.
My words will complete you,
and raise you to divinity.
Listen to me in the silence.

Breath.

I can't say that I'm proud
The salty water draped over my face
Nowhere is an escape
But I can't be found

Red stained eyes from the crumble
Listen, through soaked lips I mumble
Away! Away! You evil mist!
I squeal with shaking legs and trembling fist

It does not scatter away
Thought has no master to obey
So I beg I plea and try to reason
For you I will kneel and **** my treason!

Response is still and quite
The silence forces my head to riot
Please! Please! I'll do it all
Remember all my good? Do you recall?

I will pray to God and go to mass
But I can not change my awful past

This isn't what any of us wanted

Queue the laughter.

I'm building a justified war-
Sorry little animals dirtied and poor.
Eat portioned joy you faith-filled fools-
Soured with lemons tasting of ardor.

Perhaps my beast feels shame-
Wither my ego or find he to blame.
Sink the crescent ship below blue-
Fill the sea with smoke and flame.

The dark woods are a bear's back-
Smelling breaths of heady lilac-
Rummaged pines sticky with lines.
Here, there rest no lies or fact.

To let you know of what's today-
We are breaking the yoke in a brand new way.
Sword-toothed sharks battering at our waves-
Keeping the skeptic fish at bay.

Heave! Heave! On every breath
Leaving his body in unstaged scenes

Grabbing for air his lungs deflate
And he curls as a new born in a crib

His hands sweat and and his face fades red
toes curl from the tingle

With scrunched face he reveals white teeth
and hides his joy-filled eyes

Laughter unveils his just jubilation
or there is just a happiness in his means

Paint me.
Leave your somber wooden floor.
Move to the chaos.
Paint me.

Meet the trees,
erected in the concrete.
Go mad, grow stupid.
Compare. Compare. Compare.

Hide from the outdoors.
Compare.
Paint the trash.
Slick blacks and browns.

Rats, tweakers, and mud.
Become.
Compare.
Paint me.

Am I a waste to a good thing?
Does luck fall upon a fool?

At the end of the world there forms an array of islands
Each of which bathes in the heat from the sun's shine
while the breeze off the water sways the palms in silence
and the waves on the bleached shore form coastlines

In the distance, the small islands shelter the light blue horizon
And upon a narrow gaze, the water is flooded with dye
Fish and coral erupt with colors that glisten like diamonds
Separating the decorated ocean from the painted sky

I take a step onto the sandy land but before I can take another
I am greeted with a warm breeze that smells of salt
and my eyes stare at the bleach white foam off the water
Leading me to a world of tropical beauty with no halt

Leaving for the colder time
the poet's friend begins to climb-
that staircase of reform.

But in the creek the poet thinks
when did our time begin to shrink-
o our bond is now deformed.

Age in it's wicked heart-
tipped and teared us apart.
I never took you as a ghost.

In youth I would always say,
"Can't wait to grow and move away",
never should've left the coast.

I miss you my old friend.
I know it's been awhile since then,
I ensure you my love is home.

But we will never be same again,
we will be away my friend,
drift apart you talented beast, may you roam.

Who am I to shape my own perception
A mad man? Or perhaps worst. . .
A man who is self aware of his own sanity
But never has lunacy tasted so balanced

The waves on the shore serenade me
And the palms bow to their new king
But if all is common and all is real
Then I am not worthy of godliness

I ponder of creation above the skies
But unafraid of an invisible creator
Even the poorest man knows my ways
I am not sculpted in perfection

Perhaps my greatness is shown fate
Or crippled in a scene of a shoreline
No
Paradise is untimely for my fault

The lavender is laid in the sand
And there is no text written
I am still a shattered man without a cause
I am unworthy. . .

If I stand upon false sand,
I must also feel lies in between my toes.

But the sun brings a warm comfort,
How could its rays be forged by a voice?

Could the breeze be a fan in the distance,
Strong enough to make the palms dance?

Could the fish be colored projections ,
On a clear blue screen that spans an ocean?

Could a cave hold a paradise?

Here reality is a coin,
And perception is truth.

There were no bodies tonight
There was only fog
Such a deep and ugly fog
Suffocating what little chance we had

Breath

Breath in the salt

Let it flow through your lungs

Feel the spirit of the ocean
Feel the water in your veins

Be content
For it all belongs to you

You are the lord of the isles!
The God of the shore

Your vision is your limitation!
Take in your kingdom

This is all you deserve
This is your home

In the blink of an eye.
What's forgotten tomorrow-
will not warm this winter air.

And files and taillights.
Bring in an order,
but that's not why we're here.

To cause and to carpet-
this brown leather loophole.
That's filling despair.

A whip brings of an old-
oiled animal nature.
Spread enough to comb hair.

Hanging over a wood shed-
You explained it all.

The shot the finish-
The silence and the call.

A tongue of truth-
An orchestra of teeth.

A surface of symbols-
With answers beneath.

You built us a Kingdom-
Founded upon woes.

To know we are here-
And to be here to know.

You are magic, you are fine-
Blessed be your spoken flowers.

I'd share your honest throne-
And be the prince of nothing that matters.

So, the secrets they say.
Are over the pit and under the clay.
Written, in some cryptic mist.
Never to hold and always to miss.
And if - the data it creeps.
Between the cracks we'll be here to keep.
The servers, away from thin ice.
So we can share our own demise.

I'm buying time with this plastic wallet.

Put it over my head and whip me around.
**** the low murmur **** the sound.

Take me to the bathroom, tug and pull.
Cut my head off - don't catch a mouth full.

Don't sneak a peak. You're good.
Lumber by swing, cut by wood.

Madness descending- you are real?
Continue to cut continue to peel.

Nothing feels real when you are trapped in the same empty room everyday. Life repeats without an audience to prey on your content. So why do you still put on a show?

I never saw your text.
It must've sent when I was drawn away.
Isabella, would you ever leave me?
If you did, could we lock eyes.

You would only be kind - like you always have.
Like you always will be, right?
To leave only when love is chipped away.
For nothing is eternal but the confidence of the temporary.

Now I stand stupid in this place.
Cooking under the sun with an empty tray in my hand...
this is not your shadow next to me.
The concrete burns without you by my side.

A barrel filled with eyes carries one hope.
A rather gruesome and unpleasant hope,
that feast upon the living and the live.
For the barrel hopes of death.

The death of love, life, and everything in between.
The barrel asks for life, no matter rancid or clean.
Ringing on heavens portal there is no consideration.
For love is not its first mutilation.

Taunt my precious ways with visions
Propose a chance of euphoria
End or fix this heartbreak
This mind ache o' mine

Chirp a sweet old song
on a white porch
decorated with nature
A breath of purity

Forget all I did wrong
And I'll forget soon
Apologizes all mailed
in letters by noon

No one knows peace
except the wrong
And the wronged know
only sad songs

I'm on the verge of restlessness-
but I feel so new.

I'm on the end of righteousness-
could I live for a view...

or a moment.

Frozen.

Eating, sleeping, repeating just to hear some moaning-
where does the end feel fine?
When do we know it's calling time?

Do words last longer when you write them in rhyme?

I sure hope so.
I really wish so.