dare I tease & do as I please,
a break from all the misery.
casting stones in a well with your gown,
bless the soil where soft seeds have grown.

Wisdom doesn't hit with a thump,
feel your sticky skin with a gentle bump,
Listening as I see the tears in your eyes
and the storm surely growls and truly cries.

They say never look into its eye,
you'll be hit with the shadows
of the lonesome who died.
Demons scuttle along the ground,
like bugs in beat to all the decay.
Moaning their  vocal sounds
as they wear broken halos,
their tarnished wings can't fly.

Light me up
like fourth of July,
rain down fiery lava
& the blue of flames.
Scorch water of my cup,
burn mouth of saliva
Set stake to my soul,
as I take the blame....

Light me up
I become ashes
of all the debris.

Mother, I wanted to be a rock star.
Drive my girl in a fancy car,
with the flashing of Rolex watch
Catch the bug that Cobain caught..

Smoking
black pit.

My life is on the list
of all the heretics,
I won't bother defending
or pretending
they'll light the end.
I don't examine,
the broken cannot mend
Once the letter sends,
it sails far into the ocean.
Remember clicking
once to a heart beat,
rushing for the best seat
next to daddy
a car, a sun-day driving
beautiful scenery.....
The worlds two between,
flaming at all my green trees,
and an image I wished to be,
A need for cradling knees.....
The Earth raises up with its pleas
and doubt only I can believe.

Roll the dough into flat as well,
as the ocean's water begins to swell,
like an axe with a forcibly fell,
and the lava bubbles in the fires of hell.

There's a truth to every typed word,
against the singular of all the herd
pinky fingers and what you will swear
Don't play this old game of truth or dare.

I never as you were like a daughter,
in my eyes, a proud wishful figure,
Your words hit hard like a razor blade,
I felt lost in the darkness of hades.

Let me out.....
Let me....

How can I sing without my wings,
a rhyming truth to the soft of broth,
The pleasuring to the a voice that sings
The insects don't zap to this distraught
like a school lesson couldn't be taught.......
and like a bumble bee in a glass that's caught.

Last night I heard a little bird,
struggling with a broken wing.
Agony chirped away its words
As gushes of hail thrown by wind....

In the valley under a moon-less sky,
dreams are dashed with a question why.
The angel weeps with both eyes shut,
the night fills with blood thirsty bats.

Final dreams are hop and scotch dashed
as the drum beats and hear the final brass,
there's a horrified inner child to a pointless late,
and we are whirled in by the delicious  bait.

Last night I heard a little bird,
struggling with a broken wing.
Agony chirped away its words
As gushes of hail thrown by wind....

Forgive-ness is not a weakness,
its a chance to plant a seed
and watch vibrancy
of lovely roses
without the thorns
grow.

The rusty chains,
devoured by rain
I want out,
I want......

A sky doesn't know where its been,
a trail of clouds to where its's clean,
diving down into the pearls

A torch pitch black and simmering,
and my tongue's dried wishing.......
but not for this country....

black and blue and wishing smashed
a big bang of two comets clashed
this machinery and repetition
No longer has a will to live.

I'm not your son anymore,
not your pride and your joy,
not your kid on on your shoulders.
Not the fairy floss at  carnivals
Not the tickling before bed,
I'm past your dead story times
I see your vile stare in your eyes,
and please don't pretend otherwise
but the truth is I do no care anyway,
I  lost  my passion to live every waking day.,

I laid in bed for 6 hours,
and startled is numb,
I lack motivation,
to even take a few breathes
I toss and turn to dream
I wish to be where the ocean
had a feeling between the two,
I can't get up to raise and see
the beauty's not my ugliness
The smell is a gentle tease,
and betrayal is the sea side breeze.

Preacher, splash some holy water,
on the face of this last Warlock,
I watch my skin scold as it fizzes
as you pull your gun out and let it ****.
I vanish & appear as the vision of her
the one not filling void you miss.
You lower the rifle as you tremble,
and point it under your pale chin.

rescue

how many times was I there,
on the red rug with my mother,
clawing away at me
like a vicious *****.
Ravenously,
Forgive me...
as these memories
shall bury me.
Sincerely,
can you rescue me
with limited senses
and restrictions
of my freedom
the memories
are so painfully.....

There lies stones by the river shore,
for skipping as far as wrist flick draws,
They cut and gut the fish like its me,
I'm the beast, serpent near the apple tree
Lust gave a reason to be a *****
the high school senior drew biggest straw
the burning from the inside ruins a country
and the sins are denied to those with decree
and both Adam & Eve ate to the apple's core

a purity teen
a fountain clean
Admired by Dean,
Protein of the weans
A princess openly seen
No longer a silly lil tween
The young woman so pretty.

This morning, I woke to a vision
causing no ends of indecision,
If I knew what I know now
I would have taken a last bow
Before I reached the age of 35.
No wife or a family,
I'm not glass half empty
I'm totally perished.
I never even meet my goals
Every day think of tying the ropes.

Sunlight hurts my eyes
when I open the blinds
I won't step outside
watching the other half lives.
I could only pretend to smile
walking down my street,
Their happiness only chases me
like a blizzard of wasp stings.

Turn me off as I no longer care,
a candle burns down to soften the wax,
once a time,  I tried so hard to bare,
become colorful  flash from a kodak,
Now I light the photos up with kerosene,
this token that has failed to redeem,
from the day that I turned seventeen.
I had a vision I'll be dead to this world
and be forever jailed & captured.

It was  just a song
on a holiday
the words pressed,
was on the tape,
Madonna's holiday,
and my sister told her,
My mother reared me
unconscious
and I woke in a pool of blood,
minis some little teeth.
A holiday I can't forget.........

I really do dream,
just a wishful day,
picnic baskets.
smelling like cooked chicken
Our children take in
all the yummy delights
fill tiny little bellies
as the sun downs to the moon.
The spectacle of the night.
the bringing of bright stars,
Overwhelming are the children
Falling asleep in the barn's hay

What is so brave
a dust that's cared its dared
and what's seen has its been been
I never dive to the dive of witch.
I never saw the one of hermit
not as risen to the cremation.
just a suxk to all the sea shell,
and not of the fierey hells.

A new town of secrets and sinners,
wealthy & the street frozen grinners,
bellies warmed with 80 percent proof
Sleeping ***** at night with rustling hoofs.

The local inn flips the sign as they see him
in the distance in rags and needing a trim.
Hair covers his rugged scarred filled face,
Ever a stranger, in a cess pool of a place.

He journeys down to the abandoned lake-house
where his visions saw 4 of them rip off her blouse
and after they took turns, buried her with stones,
His feet raising, lifts remains of her bones.

He  blasts explosions in the soil by the waters,
and buries her in the greenest of patches,
It begins Nightfall & will end by morning
and those complicit shall join the dead.

All my nerves and anxiety,
causes me to flee,
and I raise a toast to sanity
and my un-answered pleas.
There's a sink-hole in the middle
and I'm parsed for a drink.
but the water only trickles,
like orange skin squeezes.

Shall I write
about love,
something bold
stars in the sky
everyone's feeling alive.

Shall I write
something cold,
as winds take a hold
Locusts shall fly
above the lake that's dry.

An abandoned old dusty cabin
never loses it characteristics...

There a time comes with every  goes around,
blow up in the name of god and your pride,
distance streets hear of the blasts and sounds,
An initial rush  starts the merry-go-round

So lives this fantasy, of bombs tied to you
that 50 un-touched virgins will be all your truth.
Believe the master to fool  to the violent cause,
and the ones swiped under the sewers are the fools.
There's no heaven but the abyss of insects that which you crawl.

Streetsweepers bury your skin guts and eyes,
flows into the gutters , fingers and toes
You brought on misery & cries.
A justification you allowed and always known
Paid life for death for life and life pays for death
and now get eaten by the bugs under soil beneath.
No ****** would want a decomposed vile martyr
rotting at every of his limbs so ****** & twisted apart,
and a vision sings of brain-washed sowing to his craft.

Trump is no angel but a heresy,
But both sides are the devil
And no side is good,
No side is pure,
and this world spins like a feeble,
weaved by a spider of no wonder.
And everything gets un-done.
This world now has never won.
Its too late for good to begin.
Animosity cries for the word that's win,
We are all just sinking away,
there's no luck for another day.