So judge me.
For everything I am.
My pain. The juggling game
And lines drawn
So neurotically in sand...
With ammunition
Meant for judgement...
I stand. What's left
Beneath the cover of a man....
My feet like butter
In their hands...
I sleep like something
From insanity...
And cant feel cuts
That scuffs my hands...
And all the while
My smile unfaded
Draw  the nuts
On every hand....
But poker hurts my ******* guts
So just try
To dummy up
And love me as I am

In close you see the soulless monster
addiction swelling goblins concert
Pharmisists are God
And God's synonymous with doctor
Rehabs not an option.
When your the sheep being taught your  meant for slaughter.
Promise
I'll go broke to know my honour
When my Hope's have
Flown alone. Like whisps
Of smoke upon the water...

God has my silent wishes
Beyond my odd addictions
I made boxes as a kid
Marked oxygen deficient...

To finally think its
Different...
Out the box...
I hated Sox
My parents stocked for Christmas...

My boxes empty
Lungs exhausted
Spoiled rotten
Oxygen deficient.

Meant to breathe
But in my dreams.
I see
No honour system
Left In this existance

Is it a pre conceived belief
That as a human.
I need room to breathe and be..
Or does oxygen make promises
Inside cerebral scenes
As..... humans dream....
Is their a ....movement
Into peace?....
Or does every gruesome
Deed mans ever made.
Consume our inner mood
And .....ruin our being????
Questions I've selected
To be used inside this theme....
As we the youth
Become so numb to the pollution
Were .....use to seeing.....
Newly teens..
Confusing race as a need for.... shooting sprees.....
I shouldn't talk . I got some fuel in me.
Let loose could...... ruin 17...

My moods like dude
Your a dude but when you dress up...

Must confess ****...truly..... beauty queen...

And your bros that run these sewers
Dont give two *****
Just .....who your seeing....
They just want you to be happy
It's your mood
So karmasutra...
You get ....****** into believing...
That the world is better off.
With out your humour.
And the only ....you can do it feeling....
Doesn't matter what they say
Give it hell
And.... use your demons....
To make Angel's testify
And raise moons that shape the music into freedom for all beings....
..

I make you feel amazing
Test of nature
Called impossible......
I say cars dont run
On dreams
And sweetheart
You the autobahn......
Face defeat
Before you reap
The seeds
Of slaughterhouse erotica...
Seems competition
Bleak
In need of something
Pre conceived
From Austin's author house.....
I make the devil
Into origami
Than send letters
To your mommas house....
It seems
You havent even bothered
Pulling your daughter
Out the slaughter house.....
I hate to take a crumb.
From such an honest
Flawless modest mouse.....
But the vultures
In the pasture
Speak of evil
Dont ask me just what their talking bout....

Its sadness in a sentence fragment.

Spilling madness into happening

With actual attraction 

I begin. Spilling over like the  waves

In this titanic ****

 imploding like an atom

In a nuclear reaction

I'm removed. From the attachment

Like household garbage

My equation is

Department  sanitation ****

My life a math equation

Which

Dont sum up ****

But drugs and *** and ******* angry kids

Fantasies I had

At ten.

A knack for turning

**** into an acronym

S.o h.old i.t t.ogether

***

 s.he's h.eaven i.n t.ogetherness

A s.low h.and i.nviting t.enderness

I just did 3 ******* acronyms

Using the letters *******br>

To show she's fabulous
That's why she has my kids

Hold your ground
She stalks the towers.
Neath the banner of your freedom.
She's a demon. You feel the talons
Pull you down into the bowels
Of her being.... she speaks in madness.
Magic and ***. Her ancestors ancient  beings of summer seasons. clearly they dislike the company she frequents... when she's in the hands of men who feed greed and take  no mercy in their dealings

Be warned she's not the least bit
Harmless or defenceless.
When you see her
She's a mortal soul extractor.
Razor teeth. And gorgeous features..
That sink her teeth
Deep in your tissue.
Till your so relaxed you hardly feel her. But the real her....
Is deviant. A fiend.
A winged serpent. Known by Those who keep her. .......As a beast of God's good medicine they
Swear. She's an ancient form of healer.

I miss her if I'm honest
She treats me bad.
And that hurts my feelers.
Just know when my kids learn about her.
Shell meet them under the safety and guidance of their teachers