Who really made the atom
was it Adam and Eve's apple?
Jesus being spat on and ridiculed,
and most still have no humanity......
the drying corpses of fields of wheat,
and the burden of being declared ****,
psychopaths with " Get with it"!
**** their programming,
I live by no such thing,
slowly gone is this anarchist,
I won't burn as your witch,
I've lived as a forever ******
I'll watch you gruel instead
for all your perverted sins,
Mine are slowly burnin'
several demons within.
None will get off easily,
by pretenders,
passing judgement,
or trespassers
thinking they've made me.

Hope migrates to
sunny island shores.
There is no sorrow,
roses always bloom,
and the birds of paradise
fly forever free.
The salty ocean
cleanses the rot
from the skin
and the heart.

Settled cotton and boiling
rice in the ***
smooth of a brushed
& perfect object
which every gaze
will ever be caught
in a maze
of ever-buzzing insects.

Lit of blue flames pouring
of sick gasoline
Leaves the scorched an
over-cooked chow mein.

Light up this heretic
Light me up.

The rags smell filthy
as the rats are rancid
tucking into the poison
of  bones and teeth.

Remember when,
I asked to be a heretic?

The tape whirs back,
to boys kissing girls,
smoking out the back,
of the storage shed,
Gardeners in the field
as we smoke a ******
and pop a tongue
fizzle to trip out acid
at Afternoon's lessons.

Baby steps
Became leaps and bounds
Waking on ambers
As my truth serum
Takes hold
I’ve stared
My own demise
Deeply
Dead in it’s eyes
Of nothing
Numbs me like it use too
The enemies all around
One bullet
In the chamber
I caved at first sight
A pain that knows
No limits would become
A cancer of a lifetime
Cut me from
Limb to limb
A wound without
Relief in sight
Provoked
By evil spirits
Or just plain bad luck
Fell in my lap
I knew from
A very young age
That something was definitely off
Yet I was defenseless
Just a boy
What could I do
Manipulated by the worst
The debt that
Is owed to me
Could never be repaid    
Not in a thousand lifetimes
The surpassing moments
That fell of a cliff
The damage had already been done
And could not be resubmitted
For approval
My halcyon fallen imbecile dream
Quickly evaporated
Lacerated by more wrong doings
Then one should have to endure
Then I’d ever care to admit to anyone

Condemnation
Tinted self
My backlit canopy
Couldn’t shield me enough
Optical of the
Universe
Ink my levitation pass
Cryptic skies
No longer a
Bleak atmosphere
Deeper
In thought then ever
The scriptures I hold dear
Closest to my chest
Words of hope
Lift me up
I offer myself up to you
If it will help
The way I’ve been feeling
Evaporate permanently
Circling the wagon
When will my
Sacred heart show itself
Bleed no more
Purity is what I seek
Path to the
Alter is full of obstacles
Patiently
Awaiting my transformation
I’ve taken an oath
To remain faithful
Only visible in the eyes of the beholder
Felt in the deepest spaces
Tarnished walk of life
The whole world in the palm
Of your hand
Yet you’ve profited nothing
You’ve found
You lost your soul
And betrayed yourself
All in the same breath
For what exactly
No amount of riches here
Can compete with what’s
To be revealed
A magic carpet ride
Bathing in the vastness  
No amount
Of riches here
Will bring a steadiness
And truer
Peace of comfort to your soul
Like that of gadol

All the laughter in the lands
affects me like an absentee note,
a burial of the finest quicksand
I never existed & locked is the bolt,
Your letter implies finality
as my days lost my morality,
to the drinking and the drugs
it's time to wrap this in a rug.

Answers will go un-answered
as the gripping will release,
and my eyes that's been blurred
as my body floats the stream.