She wore a cloud of misery around like a wealthy women wore the finest fur coat.  Proudly, beautifully, she had the kind of kisses that were all teeth, the kind that scared and ripped hearts out, not the kind that just drew blood and pleased.  I was in love with her once, I had fallen hard.  but that was long ago, long before she ever showed me her coat.

People die so young now
Leaving their bodies to still walk around
Their hearts choking on dust instead of pumping blood
Their eyes faded of all color except for the grey of the day to day
Selling their souls for the comfortable numb
No pain in their cookie cutter homes
Debt in their banks and death in their marrow
No love, no kindness, all given into the masses of blindness
Painted smiles over rotting teeth
Happiness a ghost and a lie
Nothing more than a comercial on a broken dream
Marching in circles to keep the gears spinning around
War and Hate building machine after machine
Religion blaming the devil while ignoring its own festering heart
Evil wasnt forged by the fires of hell
But invented in the hearts of man
Ingraved on every bullet and bomb and false reason of war
Generals and Kings all part of the lie
Someone has to carry the burden
Of dreaming up new ways
For young people to die

A nuclear reaction to a knee **** assault
as stupid believes stupid
and now a pig dressed as an elephant
pretending to be a man
ru(i)ns the state of things
and I know a puppet is just a puppet
but the new prescription of immoral narcissism
is asking us to take a double douse
and swallow it with the water
they have poisoned by letting the aristoCrATS
**** and **** in the stream
as they make more false promises
of what it is they will let trickle down
to **** our children’s ills
and then insist they have to die
in the never ending war of wars
to protect the lie they call freedom
and isn’t it just the best to be the best
at being the best even when we aren’t
but lets not the facts be the facts
and look to an alternative truth
to cover up the stockpile of lies
we need to keep the money
in the hands that have too much
but have nothing to give back
because the way it is is the way it is
and that is never going to change
when a million voices are drowned out
by the billion lifeless faces
printed on the currency of greed
and the clock is tick tick tock’ing
as the bomb is about to blow
and we might be at the bottom
but things are still heading for an all time low
as humanity is barely human
and there is so little kindness left
to what we refer to as mankind
and what have we left to give
as we try to stand our ground
with broken backs and worn out fingers
as they strip and strip our flesh and rights away
and winter has just took its first breath
but with just the push of a button
winter could buckle down
and stay for years and dead generations to never come
and hope will have to bloom
after we have gone a step too far
on a day too late
and we will have to stand
six feet underground while lying in our graves

Strength
Beauty
Melancholy laughter
Writing down
Lifes tragic disasters
Looking through the mirror
Hoping to see
Some other face
Or a different
Pair of eyes
Just to hear
The echo of the same
Old lies
Tomorrow will be
Better
But we just live
Today
Over and
Over
again

Sweet snow red lips
The smell of heaven sweet
Lingers in the air
Like butterflies frozen
To the eternal night song
Of the moon
And something more of
Sinful scent
Came wavering up from
The devil swaying
In her hips
Entranced by lust
Hypnotized by love
Lost to the gaze
Bellow her eyelashes
That reached and danced
With every star in the sky
Heaven bound promises
Filled the time between her arms
Hells flame pulling me
To kiss and part
The soft sin of her
Place of birth and pleasure
Inhaling deep
My mouths eagerness
Could not be measured
As my tounge pressed
And scrawled out
The alphabet of desires treasure
Arms and legs
Knot and twist
As wickedness of pure delight
Arched back and heaved chest
Time stood still
But hips did not
As Medusa turned men to rigid rock
With a simple stare
Trapped between
Her writhing thighs
My pulsing flesh turned to stone
Volcanic heat from friction rised
And gasps of breath
And gently moans
As heavy waves
Of vice pound and crash
As flesh of two
Merged two hearts to one
And beating
In synchronicity
And decadence
To the bliss
Of forgotten gods
I gave up
All the life
From inside of me
And whispered
Every word
Of forbidden lust
And loves
Temptation

Something feels dead
and hollow inside my chest
and all I can hear
is the echo of distant gunfire
and the pleading of future grief

how many more bodies
will find their spirits
ripped away by bullets
piercing holes through their flesh
how many more lungs will burst
by the pop of gunfire
how many more hearts
will be poisoned by
the taste of lead
then no longer move

the only thing more endless
than the violence
is the debate of do nothing
or do even less
than nothing
and we all wear the target
of the wrong place
at the wrong time

wishfully thinking
it can’t happen here
even though it is
painfully obvious here
is now everywhere

I try to listen for anything
alive inside my chest
but all I hear is the echo
of distant gunfire
and the pleading of future grief

It wasn't the colors of her eyes
Or their shape
Or how they were perfectly framed on a face that was too beautiful for anywhere else but a dream
It was the wild soul inside that swam an endless ocean beneath a dark sky with Vincent stars
It was the way of finding and falling and keeping and being in love all happened at the same time
It was how the longing and ache just felt right
Even if there hands would never touch or their lips would never embrace
And it was all there
All of it
Just spinning madly in her eyes

It was all just
the moment of a dream
walking the tightrope
between the living and the dead
fluctuating between things real
and things imagined
I happened upon
the beginning of eternity
and the end of time

where her eyes hovered
and swirled in colors unknown
they hung there high in the night
wide and wonderful and woven
with the song and enchantments
of the first born moon

her lips dark with magic
and curves of lust and sin
her body was the sky
and the ocean
and the burning clouds
her skin tattooed
with the ink off stars
and the lost song
and breeze of leaves

she moved like mist
and danced like smoke
her movement slow
and deliberate
she shook the earth
and all the things
of heaven and hell
paused to watch

her hands unseeable
and her touch everywhere
covering my skin
and bones and pulse
and the cold dark places
and cracks within
and along my heart

she spoke without sound
in soft whispers
and sang in silent lullabies
in languages of dead gods
and forgotten poetry
she wrote untold fairy tales
into the blood of my skin
in the perfect cursive of flame

she knew the unknowable
and kept the secrets of dragons
and hid the maps
to the never never of forever
in the buzz of a humming birds wing
she knew the truth of sadness
hiding behind the black pupils
of the devils eyes
and the lies he told
to keep back the tears

she invented the art of kindness
and pefected the act of forgiveness
living between the forests
of the lost and alone
and the mountains
where madness sleeps
she is just beyond
the falls of oceans end
living in the breath
of the moment of a dream

I let my feet dangle over the edge of the bed
Hoping the monsters will drag me underneath
My flesh is rotting
And my heart smells of decay
My bones could use some breaking
I'm over due for a good long cry
And a little blood letting
Somedays the ache just doesnt hurt enough
The cold comfortable numb has its teeth
Sunk too deep into my soul
And I can scream
But no sound escapes my mouth
I'm trapped on the sunny side of the sun
And the fires only cool me as I wander pointlessly about
I'm just lost in a dream a sleep away
From a bad shave
The kind of shave you can only get in Seville
My throat is thirsty for a kiss and a bite
From your warm lips
Or cold steel
Death is suppose to be lovely
Around this time of eternity
And I would die
For just a moment
Of that promise
Of forevers bliss
Slithering slyly on your tounge
My ears desperate to feel it say that one word
That four letter word
Full of grace and pain and beauty and truth
And if I cant have that
Then the end of the world
Can't get here soon enough
I just hope those monsters are hungry
And nasty
And mean
I need to bleed a little
Before my heart burst
It just feels too good to be true
You're too **** beautiful
And I'm not worth
A dime of your lipsticks
Much less your love
And my bare neck
Is overdue for a shave
Its just my body needs the dying
My heart and soul
Won't go anywhere
There yours
To hold in your hands
Or hide on your shelf
They got that forever
Kind of love
And its dancing flames
Spell out your name
Where are those
Monsters
Anyway...

Maybe its time to stop petitioning the sky for answers, maybe its time to stop asking god for miracles and stop blaming the devil for our own wicked deeds.  Maybe its time we pull the love freely flowing in the air around us into our lungs and share it with one another.  Breath kindness and compassion to those in need, to feed the hungery, to protect the children living without homes, to share all that we have no matter how little it may be.  Maybe its time to stop imagining a better world and start building a better world.  Maybe its time we value the blood coursing through the hearts of our daughters and sons more than the number of zeros on our paychecks.  Maybe its time to give our time and attention to the things that need our time and attention.  Maybe its time for us to craft miracles through hands holding the hammer and nails and not praying to the hands with nails through them.  Maybe its time to have faith in ourselves.  Maybe its time to stop placing the label of sin on our children before they even take their first breath.  Maybe its time to learn how to love ourselves without shame.  Maybe its time to see the sky as blue or cloudy or grey or black and not the color of our salvation.  Maybe its time we save ourselves.  Maybe its time to spread love instead of teaching hate.   Maybe its time to put the old dogs of war down and stop willingly sacrificing our children to the machine of greed and the gears of death.  Maybe its time to stop pretending peace keepers are the same thing as peace makers.  Maybe its time to realize that bombs and bullets and fear are not useful ways of achieving word harmony.  Maybe its time to stop praying for better and to start doing better.  Maybe we can start today because maybe tomorrow will be to late...

Do you want to write poetry
under sheets of blue oceans
made out of waves of crushed velvet
and dreams of translucent stars
swimming beneath the pleasures of flesh
and painted whispers of lust
moaning songs to the moon
and colors of the hidden rhythm
of a heart waiting to be filled
with the beats of a never ending love
and what do we need of words
or definitions or skin
to redefine the rules of sin
in a place beyond
what our mortal minds
are chained and bound
by nothing more than
a timid fear of what
our imaginations could unleash
when we stop fearing
the illusions of prophets of yesteryear
and become the sounds and beat
to fill our hearts with a never ending love
and the song painted by moans
and whispers to a lustful moon
and we can swim amongst
translucent stars of flesh and pleasure
under waves of crushed velvet
in the ocean and seas
of unwritten poetry

Who is hanging who?
Whose neck is in that noose?
Poor killing poor
Fighting the rich mans war
Bullets that bleed
For politicians who scream
Sons and Fathers
Mothers and Daughters
Find early graves to protect promises made
The Promise, The Lie
The groom and the bride
And we keep fighting
And bullets keep flying
The poor keep bleeding
The rich keep screaming
Sons and Mothers
Fathers and Daughters
All keep digging
Graves keep filling
Promises keep lying
Something tightens around the neck
  of the bride and the groom
Who is hanging who?

Death stopped by the local coffee shop the other day
sat down and said to me
"What the **** is wrong with you PEOPLE!?!?
You have me working non-stop
I never get a moments break
The only family I ever see is War and Despair
Dream, Life, and Love won't even talk to me
And ever time I seee War
all we do Is sob uncontrollably
Despair is the only one you've made happy
and she is absolutely miserable about that
SERIOUSLY... what is wrong with all of you?"
She paused, stole my coffee
Got up, flipped me the bird
and as she walked away said
"I'm done... you are all on your own..."
And I wondered what would we all do
with all our hate in a world without Death
In a world where we couldn't run around
senselessly killing each other

I remember the night we first meet
how time stood still
with you standing before me
how the whole world went silent
except for the song of your voice

I can't remember what I said
wether I stuttered the word "hi"
or just mouthed "hello"
or just stood their with a stupid
goofy smile on my face

and that smile became yours
and only yours
I had never known that happiness
could feel that good

then as life so often goes
and happiness so often ends
you where gone
dissappeared
with the autumn of the leaves

now a life of seasons
have lived and passed
through the marrow of my bones
and here you are standing
holding down the hands on the clock
the years between us fade away
and in all the white noise
all I can hear is you

and I smile I have not worn
since the last time
you left eternity on my lips
finds my face
in all its goofy stupid glory

and even when I'm not
that smile is still yours

always

and only yours

Paper flowers blooming in my paper heart
Swaying gently back and forth
Singing every day
Song after song
Every sound
Every word about you
Its become an eternal spring
Under the sunshine of your smile
New words by the hour
Pushing through the pulp
Glowing deep red with pure love
Gardens unfolding by the mile
The grey dark skys washed away
Painted by the endless ocean blue of your eyes
Paper flowers
Paper heart
Paper world
All of it carved and covered
By the words inspired
By your soul
Your heart
Your light
Your love

There are things
that only the heartbroken
can understand
and dear son
I hope with all my broken heart
that one day
you will understand
these things too

a pain so beautiful
that only love can see
that everything broken
everything broken
is lovely too

Do we just live life
As deaths flower waiting to
Bloom and fade away

Seek the language of leaves
In the silent breeze of the night
Under the song of the moon
Where you will hear my heart
Whisper and speak
Of my desire and lust
And temptations of passion
For your
Soul and body
To be mine
Folding arm over leg
Over mouth over lips
Kisses forbidden
By the light of the day
Given in abundance
To the silk petals
That bloom between
The soft skin
Of your legs
Tounge dancing
To the rythm
Of your pulse
And your sway
Grinding hips
Through sinful bliss
Entwining lust to love
And heart to sin
Until the stars
Cannot tell where
You end and I begin
As they listen
To my heart speak
To you through
The language of leaves

I know its not fair for me to ask and I know its not really your choice to make but please
Don't go
Don't leave me here with just air to breath and tears to cry
Don't go
Break my heart in any other way but don't leave this earth and take away the Vincent stars that shine so bright within your eyes
Don't go
I know its not your choice to make but please
Don't go...

We can thrive as a planet
or die as a species
and our egos may argue otherwise
but it will go extinct and wither
quicker than our bones will dry
and all the false currency
we gave our time to
will crumble in its uselessness
as life will go on without it

and those who thought themselves
immortal under the grace of god
who thought their sins against life
forgiven by the repetition
of hollow words
while burning down
the home around him
will drown in the waters
of their meaningless baptisms
and life will go on without us
as it had before
and as it will long after
any memory of our existence
has any light or thought

and yet today we still breath
today there is still hope
still a chance
to thrive as a planet
to survive as a species
to stand against
the ego of our minds
and follow the wisdom
of our hearts

She wore death as a coat in December
and slept in until the thirty-first day of February
and she never talked of suicide in June
though if you were to kiss her
in July you could taste the thought
in the tears that stained her lips
and if you caught her singing
to the moon in early September
you might notice she was smiling
just a little
and she was in love with August
but she never let the days know
and she would tell you January
was a waste of time
if you spent it doing anything but napping
she liked to collect ants
from the gardens of March
and wildflowers from the roads of April
and she matched May tear for tear
every time it rained
and she walked with the dead
through November and told them stories
to help them fall back to sleep
October was the season of her heart
and she wore it on a string
she pulled from the skies of eternity
and wore it around her neck all year long

Driving down the long road of heartache
With the radio at full tilt
Screaming with the music
Hoping for my throat to bleed
Trying to drown out the song
My heart keeps beating and repeating
Its crazy absolutely madly
Fallen in love with you
And my soul has memorized your kiss
Even though our lips have never meet
I scream a little louder
As the tears begin to fall
The words on the radio
Just remind me your not here
Telling me I wish you where
And the blue skies turn to pain
Anywhere I drive I see you in the corner of my eye
As long as I don't turn
Or try to hold your hand
Your always sitting by my side
And its such a beautiful ache
And a sweet tasting pain
Your touch swimming in my heart
While your body
Is the moon and stars away
The road is long with heartache
And I turn the radio to silence
My heart is beating and repeating
My favorite song
The story with no logic
Just the tale of my heart
Crazy absolutely madly
Fallen in love with you
And I hope this road never ends
Unless it turns
To where I can hold your hand

On a slow train way past the middle and nowhere
Bob was chit-chatting with the wheels as they went  clickity-clack
Tom was playing the part of the conductor
As he showed the devil a new card trick
That didn't involve sleeves or arms
Just a top hat made out of rainbows and cigar smoke
Charles was smacking his keys hard and fast
Recollecting the lost memories of the lonely miles
Jack wanted to jump the rails and hit the road
It was well past the 5'o-clock shadow
That had started itching his neck way back at noon
They all agreed they needed a shave
But Burma had fallen off of the map
And no one had packed a razor
Someone started screaming or maybe just singing
But one thing lead to another
And they started breaking beer bottles
And the sound of breaking glass calmed everyone down
Before anyone was murdered more than once
They were all past drunk and the clock forget how to read
So the devil challenged god to a thumb war

It lasted centuries...

They were all laughing so hard at how absurd the whole thing was
And called it a draw
As neither god or the devil could prove the other one even existed
I was just a passenger on this slow moving train
Packed with gods and legends
And they only thought on my mind was
When or if we would every reach the café
Where the snow fell gently and warm
And the staff had an honest magic and beauty
Smiling and laughing good clean laughs
The café found at the end of the tracks
At the bottom of the road to nirvana

Death reflects on clear water
  trapped inside plastic bottles
The scent of blood is choking
  the dust in the wind
And we lay here helplessly dreaming
  of who we could be
If we were not so afraid
  of who we are

Cliché of roses
Blood red petals fall the same
As the daisys tears

A white dress made of bleached black veils
And a wedding ring forged over a funeral pyre
Black flames burning over the red sea
Lost love swimming in a dead ocean
Nothing living inside of me
Nothing dreaming in my hollow heart
Nothing matters
With you so far away
No wheres home
When the roads don't lead to you
Just a ghost
Of a fleeting hope
A penny tossed
Into a poisoned well
A wish made
On a star gone mad
A pillow full of secrets
That will never whisper in your ear
A blanket warming
An empty bed
A skeleton bird
Pecking away at my ribs
I can't feel anything
Except numb
Unless I dream of you
And all I can do
Is dream of you
Wearing a white dress
Made of bleached black veils

All this noise in the world
And no one is listening
No one is noticing all the wrong
All the ugly words to the song
Children sitting gathered at tables
Laughing as they should
Laughing while they can
Life fast at their heels
Horror awaiting to replace their innocent
   days
And whose daughter will go first
Whose little girl will lose her will
      To smile
       To trust
        To love
Whose precious ray of sunshine
  Will be dragged
     To
        Dark alleys
         Dark couches
           Dark beds
Whose little flower will be
         Stomped on
         And crushed
         And dismembered
      And left living a life
      Constantly wishing for death
And who would do such a thing
   To such a sweet little smile
  Will it be by
    Monster or cousin
    Or uncle or father
    Or neighbor or stranger
    Or husband or freind
And whose little boy will lose his way
   Lose his way from patience
   And kindness and love
   And respect
Whose little boy will grow into brother
  Of brother of father of wealth
    And of name
Whose little boy will be taught by
  ignorance and ***** that he must be like
  the father of his brother of his brother
  of name and of wealth
Whose little son will grow into the monster
    of the illusion of being a man
Means taking whatever he wants
   whenever he can
Whose little monster will be left to wander
  and stray
    So far far away
     From the days of being
      A monster was only
        pretending and play
I sit and I sip coffee of sugar and cream
  And I wish and I pray that this was all
   A bad dream
But I cannot refuse or deny it
All this horrible horrible noise
Among the children laughing
With naive painted grins
I shudder inside of thoughts of their
                                       innocence gone
I tremble to know of futures of
                                        terrible wrongs
Whose will grow into murders of racism
  and hate
Whose will find themselves victims of ****
Whose will find themselves innocent
  locked behind bars awaiting death row
Who will turn into monster and beast
Who will turn into hero and friend
Whose little boy
Whose little girl
Will brave the road and pave the way
  To a future of endless
               Innocent days
It cannot be a day too soon
Let us hope it is not a day
                  Too late...

No crowns
  No kings
    No anchors
Just the
  FREEDOM
      of the
       SEA

I went out looking for a drink
And a strange bed
To lose myself esteem
And rage
While commiting carnal sins
Between the legs
Of a pretty face
Painted over an empty skull
I went out searching
For the beast inside my marrow
Walking among the late night
Demons of decadence
Dancing to poisonous
Acts pretending to be love
But only wanting the salt
And skin of lust
I went out seeking to ******
My hearts truth and blood
To drown it within its own depth
Suffocate it on its own breath
To grind it down to nothing
But shame and guilt
And leave nothing but the stained
Bones of my hips exposed
I was drunk by noon
And couldn't pronunce her name
Or remember her face
I couldn't see her skull
But I could feel her tounge
Wrapped tightly between my legs
Her venom stiffening my flesh
Her throat coaxing the life
Out of my bones
And ******* the death
From my soul
I couldn't tell if
I was moaning
Or weeping
And she wasn't grinding the hours
In an effort to comfort or care
And she was more monster
Than human
Angel soft silk
Hiding devilish scents
And I gave myself to her roots
And her pain and her flower
And her evil
And her pleasure
Wanting to have my
Memory devoured
Trying to forget
Why I wanted
A drink
Poured by a pretty face
Into an empty skull
Full of poison
Mixed with murderous intent
To be forced
Down the throat
Of the dreams
Of my truth
To **** my blood
And my hope
But my heart
Would not
Drink
Would not let
This lie of poison flow
It pulsed against my rage
And my doubts
It beat madly
Wildly
For the fire
And flame
For the stars
Found in heaven
That sing
Only your name