What we have is dark to the beyond,
and the tinges before rustiest trains
This is  no scene but what is seen
Colder to a day after heavy hail,
No eyes can learn if they don't know.
Politics past a child in a field
of blown off parts.
Keep it up of your displays.
As if this God has abandoned
And he truly has,
And the shots remain,
And you won't hear  his.
Ask your God to question me.
I have only ever known pain.
And the bullets flowing through them,
is worse that describable.
What else can I really say?
They are children,
and the vulnerable.
Easy targets,
as the men
in black
slip away.
To another day........

The salt upon the years
sold with a genie's kiss,
Gears can never unwind
like tangled up of twine.

Slow is acceleration
but the weeds need cutting.
They'll keep growing,
as I know the over-flowing.
Innocence of the gutting
We tear into little fishes.

Well, I say no but I did,
abuse a little girl.
Past pretense
doesn't make up for this.

I never meant to hurt
but I did.
I can't make up for this.
Verbally and bloodily,
mutilation
Guilt are I wish
I never have sinned.
But I did.

Confessions,
skeletons,
are like
a suicide pact.
You go first,
and I'll tail behind.
I'm tired,
I have no interest,
in psychology
anymore.
I've seen the worse,
and read the details
that made me feel sick,
John Douglas.
The worse of flicking
are not on a screen,
but pages in a book.
One of the tombs,
was of special cases.
Was it a stranger
or an uncle,
If it wasn't for the drink,
I would remember.
But I do recall,
graphic nature,
this source,
and the details
of the pages,
Left me,
fully disturbed.
Imagine.....
No, you cannot.,
I will not.
I'll never read again,
those dusty pages.
It left me
paralyzed.

I crafted wooden into metal,
and metal into a super-star,
I won't **** your love to be....

I've caved empires into shattered
glass in front of the masses,
but I'm no masters or lasses
giving catholic priests their money?
No, it shouldn't be a business.

You ever seen the golden of eyes,
its a deceit of perverted of the cloth,
My first employer died to this priest,
I saw him as an abuser upon first greet,

He had the tone and the absence,
I don't expect you to understand,
He paused at a 14 year old
girl for Christ's body.
He paused at his funeral,
just to pause at her,
as her tongue gave Christ,
Now how ****** up is that?
30 seconds and the people,
around me, started talking.
He stood that long pausing

Yet, comes Sunday,
and all the donations.
Ignorance,
and **** this.

Yes beautiful was Maddy,
but just a pretty grand-kid
You did this at my hero's funeral,
******* and your white cloth burial.

What impresses is a woman,
at midnight with a dance,
of the dream-like and
girl-like,
Of never to own
or to keep,
Flirting silliness,
But no fleet,
She aims,
so randomly.
And piano keys,
play till morning
The joke is a Jester,
as you both coze
up so warmly....

He knows the cards
and won't last,
Delta fire in a cabin
words happening.

Its time to end the flame,
and peacefully I became,
Not now but give it time.