2.18.

Heal
Heal the parts of you
you were destined
too heal
The parts God carefully
carved into your
being
The flesh and bone
that made you raw
That bled your soul
That destroyed you
That moulded you
into a warrior

That will bless you
with the eyes of
Heaven
And tears of angels
will rain down like
holy water
Cleaning your spirit
Giving back the
innocences of freedom
that know no boundaries
of love

Heal
And you will be found

I saw the angel of death riding on the back of a pick up truck
Emergency room pit stops
Picking cigarettes up
I just wanted an excuse for death to pick me up
The night never stops
and there was nothing
I could do
to sober up

But God sits back and
lights up a
cigarette
Inhaling life into
the Dead
Satisfied at a job
well done

3.

You are a
vast mystery
of depth

Layered with
endless definitions
written by the hand
of a child who never
had the touch of love
caress the blueprint
of his soul

No hand to show
him what tools
to use to build
safe walls

He constructed
concrete walls
from the foundation
of lies

So his hands
became rough
as he tore down
the crumbling
architecture
innocences had
built in order to
survive

Turning him
feral
And the houses
he fled too
in hopes
of calling
it home
became memories
of heart break

Haunted thoughts
replayed the
mistakes
made
in order to
stay alive

He became a
safe haven
escapist

I was a beautiful Heaven

And sometimes we
will fall in the search
of a lost love
But what is loved
will never be lost

10.

I’ve been awake for so long
now I’ve begun dreaming
And I’ve been to the end where the dreams lay in secret
It’s 8 am and I’m no longer sleeping

I’ve buried a few bones in my years
And the end of today is near
As the apocalypse kissed my lips
Hearts start to skip
Monsters and hero’s
Lipstick on mirrors
My vision grows clearer
Now I’m seeing
the casual miracles

As I break free
55 petals fell onto me
Red roses
Red roses
I’ve met the immortals
Its the race to become God
And I almost had lost it

The Red Moon waits above
The Dead City lights
The Director of Elements
Queen of the Sky
The 4 Sacred Winds
were given new life
Listen to the breath
of howling Death
As a New Sun rises
coming up in the West

Chronicle catastrophes
Confrontation of concrete cities
Calling for the confessions of cruel
communities
A cunning currency became the ruler
Civilians were converted to complying consumers
Condemning the cultures causing them to crumble

Creating social confusion
Convincing the masses
That the Kingdom of Heaven
belonged to the high ranking classes
Compassion cries in its coffin
Credit cards turned graves
Raising the rates as corpses decay
But Death was always free
Never required a fee
So let it be written on the graves

“From debt to death prices were paid”

2.17.

I have not been listening
To anything
Ignoring the truths
I did hear
I could not accept
the reality I saw
So I fabricated one
like a child
Listening is Art
Being comfortable
in silence is discipline
I need to be still
I need to be water
Flowing with a force
that will mould
my true nature

1.7.

Beauty
is a dangerous
thing
to obtain
Even the darkest
stars
warned me
It doesn’t like
to play
fair

It can lie
It can deceive
It can cheat
It even steals
you out of
your death

Shooting star
or the unworthy
dead
With my
breath
I give life
to the lost
consultations

My divine
calculations
made the
equations
That’s why
in my sleep
all three
realities
I see

I am your
fate

Waiting for you
at the flowered
gate
With spring rain
still in
my hair
Never has there
been
A woman so
fair

Scarlet begonias
Cuts and bruises
this is a
war
I don’t plan
on losing

X.

The Muse lights her cigarette
It’s 3:33 am
She was confused
Her confession flows
with the cold winter wind
In the silhouette of her
shadow
A dark history has
come to an end

Her body has become a
stranger
Replaying the fleeting
memories
of walking with him
Once upon a time
Once upon a dream

“I know you”
She tells the body of a ghost
where her faith was found

A perennial blessing
sleeps in her hands

5.

What a peculiar thing
Fate is
I said to Free will
As I traveled back up
all the layers
of Hell

I’m a Conquerer
of the ******
The *****
Sinners thanked
for making Hell
fresh again

Out on the
loose and
looking for new
prey
Behaving like a Tyrant
I broke away from
these chains

As I level up
I’m given
Angel status

But no man gave me these wings
And no man will take them away
My Man is a algorithm
Exceeding past limits
It’s the best I ever had

Born a primal poet in
the shadows of the
Grey alleyways
My mind is a
dangerous place

Even the Gods
go to war
over the crazy
stories I create

2.15.

Punk rock violence
is the sound of
silence
Amen to bleeding
lips that ask
for forgiveness
Tried to say a
prayer
but your voice is
filled with
dirt and gravel

Who am I?
Who are you?
Doesn’t really
matter

And I never really
cared if
Heaven were
to rain down
or if
Hell were to
freeze

As long as I got
my plastic Jesus
hanging from the
dashboard of my
car

I got a Saviour
to save me
from myself

Driving away
on half truths
highways
playing a
90’s mixtape
of
Amazing Grace
remakes

Sunset success
lays ahead
But I can’t look
back
in the mirror
there is a crack

On the streets
tempo beats
Replaying
sweet sounds

It was God’s
rhythmic melodies
and
Holy harmonies
that saved a
***** like
myself

1.8.

Sometimes
I get bored
I play dangerous
games

Used some matches
Turned to ashes
Burning my cash
was the only way
I ever made
the thunder crash

During confession
even the priest
is swearin
and sweatin
telling me
how pretty
******* crazy
I am

Well my daddy always said
“ if the boys
be prayin
sayin you
crazy
then baby girl
show these boys
what it means
to be insane “

So I’m
stealing
every dictionary
Page by page
Every definition
of insanity
is getting thrown
into the flame

Just try to
*******
define me
If you want
to see how
crazy I
can bee
watch how
I dance in
elements of
fire

Embers of loose
translations
watch them
disappear

turned to stars
forever crying
in the living
skies

Later on
with the
smoke
As I slit
my throat
Watch me
bleed
the *******
cosmos

Covered in moon
perfumes
sweet golden
dirt
I’ll bath in
the blood
of my ancestors
unknown

Surrounded by
the flame
I have now grown
comfortable
in my own chaos

That’s how dark
my minds become

I am the night
I make everyone
of you stars shine

So come with
me and play
my game
I’ll show you
how to be so
beautifully
*******
insane

2.11.

In Eastern allies
long forgotten
streets
21 diamonds
watched over me

I’m a ***** with a
switchblade for a
mouth
My words are sharp
Im cutting it up

On the run
On the run
Silhouette with
a gun
Golden coffins
Savage paths
leading
privilege ways
High class
cemeteries
Written on graves
“ From debt to death
   prices were paid”

Seven times I saw
the darkness take the
sky
Through heavens
eyes
Your eyes fit
together
with mine

On the rise
On the rise
Arrested again
in a fist fight
I’m a loose end
in time
Inhaling cigarette
after cigarette
in the ashtray
dusk to dawn
burning away
Ashes of
another day
turned
its last page

6.

Time is non existent
a man made
reality
Alone in the shadows
he will watch the
clock

When love is material
man will fall apart
On his knees he
will worship the
paper faced
false Gods

Who will see the
Miracles in the
littered streets?

Who will hear the
clothing-line
secrets?

The whispers of
God

And after one has
seen God
Where should they
go?
Is there a cure?

Or do they stay in
exile?
Hidden from the
world
Where they are free

2.10.

Freedom accepts
its prison and shows
no mercy

Write a story on
war
your body holds
one
Use my lips
to dip the
words
you long for

Late night scheming
Lipstick lyrics
Radio playing
Forehead kisses

The dialogue
in your singing
eyes
God shed a tear
for you

Three Angels were saved
Bar tabs were paid
Fate stumbles home
always finding its way

Don’t you remember?

I do

7.

What I am is a child
of God
The eldest of girls.
One day I’ll claim the
Kingdom.
Birthrights of elements.

Princess of white lilacs.
Call me the rebellious
daughter.

During Sunday school,
show and tell.
I strip down, start a fire,
ring the bell.

My dramatic attitude.
First class act with no shoes.

That’s what makes me Zeus’s
favourite good girl.

Hear him boast, how baby girl,
the **** he admires most,
burnt Hades lair down.

Love making my Daddy proud.

8.

What I have is a soul

so cold
so beautiful
so dark
so twisted

The Devil insisted

“ soar above. rise, keep
rising to the top keep
cutting your feet on
societies crumbling
rocks
watch as they bleed as
you crawl your way up”

My sister persisted

“ stop standing barefoot on
broken benches and church
pews singing your praises
to every god that decides
to listen to you
only you define the god in
your mind
only you have the power to
save you from you”

I guess I need to learn how to be consistent

9.
    
What I am are
the sounds I made
   when we made love.

With every whimper,
  every whisper,
   my every expression.

The way we had ***
created every language.

What happened after you left?

I set words free.
I let them have chance.
  See what they choose
   with opportunity,
    to think for themselves.


What I have become is the  
fault.

People have forgotten
why they speak words
  with reason they lost

10.


This is what happens
when Venus loses her divine
A shattered star
watch as she falls from the      
sky.

She can never shine.
Never be as bright.
She needs behind her
a flawed dark knight.

What happens when she lands in
a white trailer trash life?

Selling her soul at dirt road
crossroads.

What happens when she realizes
she’s the prodigal *****.

Crushing egos between her  
  thighs.

Same old Babylonian
stories

A thousand and one
new Arabian nights.

11.

What would you do if you
woke up
to different world views?

What would you feel
when Angels and Demons
played games of war
with your bankrupt soul?
  
What would you say,
to get them to play fair?

What would you think
when Angels bow down in respect
when Demons hide out of fear?
    
What would you do
when you realize your the  
universal mother of two?

12.

What I want is to go back
and resurrect us from that
graveyard
where we first met.

I need you so bad to come      
back from the dead.

I don’t want to be finished  
with you just yet.
    
My heart is rock hard.
You won’t shatter it, Love.
  
What I want to be when I
grow up,
is the moment we first kissed.

I want to be the hand that
grabs my neck.

I want to be the wall you
pushed me up against.

I want someone new to get
me that wet.
    
What I want is the moment I
realized I loved you.
To be my everyday with you.

What I wanted was the chance
to die beside you.

So we can be buried in above
ground tombs.

Graves marked with flowers,
shoe marks of children.

Hear their laughter as they
play on top of us.

Til they are caught,
hear their mothers scold      them.

What I want for us is
to be the reason.
Call it a first lesson.

In what you love most,
becomes your worst fear.

Like a flower
                      I bloom
                                    then I die

Tears drop at midnight
I live til the end of days
The stars watched amazed
Blood on my hands
Dirt on my face

I have seen heavens
barricades
In cheap love and
gunshots
Chain smoking expensive
cigarettes
Let me call you black magic
And only to thy Lord
I’ll admit
Maybe sometimes
I am the bad guy

Leave the ordinary behind
Leave the sterile good byes
That lay in my eyes
My eyes my eyes
That flutter shut
Lost in the big sky
Fulfillment of logistics
Made you a false witness
Sick with the fear
New perceptions
of reality
When I look in
a mirror