What is it?
Life?
We pave and toll the day away
And what does it mean?
What is it for?
The pursuit of happiness takes second place
Hopes of love is just a fleeting feeling
Wake, work, ****, sleep...
But never never ever dream...
Fall in place...
Spin cog spin
Sin man sin
Worthless blessed
Misery
Keep Floyds machine alive
Don't let the wall fall
Brick by brick
Keep the hammers marching
Keep the children beaten and ******
Desperate for thier mommies
Grow the soldiers
Forge hearts with blind hate
Boom, BooM, BOOM!
No room for kindness
Keep the masses blind
Dress up children
In soldiers uniform
Bang, BanG, BANG!
Coffins replace i.d.'s of war
And what is it for?
Life wasted on war...
What is it for..
...?...

Where are the late night painters and poets and dreamers
The 24 hour coffee  shops with chipped saucers and street musicians  and black  and white photo opportunities
The 3:07 am philosophers and talkers and ******* this and **** that "I aint' workin' for the man" protest fighters
Where are the push back the day
I'm not finished with the night
Loners and monsters and strangers
Because normal isn't working and humans are disgusting
So I would rather walk alone
Than be part of a population wearing blinders pretending nothings wrong with living in a world that isn't safe for our sisters and our brothers sitting on the wrong side of a broken justice system
Its safer on the streets for rapists and murders
Than a girl in a short skirt or a man born with dark skin
Where are the architects of love and the masons of kindness and the engineers of empathy
Who's  gonna save us when heaven turns out to be empty
And there's no one there to wash away the blood off our hands for our crimes and sins against  humanity
Without the late night painters and poets and dreamers
The 24 hour coffee shops become ghost towns and the world crumbles
And the only thing beautiful for humanity to do is give itself to death

You can chop the head off a snake and still be poisoned by its fangs
The lifeless body of a wasp with its motionless wings can still sting
A dead heart can still burn and love still dance in its flame
And in the silence of the ghost of its echo I can still feel your name

Dear friends you will find me
at the bottom of my death
or in the middle of madness and love
I am only a dream
and a wish
and a prayer
away from both
And I hope you all find in this life
a good prayer
a simple wish
and a beautiful dream
Live gratefully and sleep well
And in the end
we can all make a lier out of death

I dream in the blood of desire and desperation and feel your heart beat in my pulse and your name is a wildfire consuming the essence of my soul and I'm burning down to ash from the inside out and my bones are breaking from the ache of wanting to know your tender touch and my mouth is useless without knowing what pleases the secret curves of your smile and hidden pleasures along the lines of your neck and I want to write down the confessions of sins boiling under my fingers on the soft skin of your thighs and taste the earth off the roots of your flower of lust and inhale deeply as the scent of your love blooms and fills the air inside my lungs and I drown in the bliss of the moment dreamt between eternity and never and find myself impaled on the crescent moon found in the reflection of desire and desperation in a dream of blood

She came to me in a dream
of bones
floating on top of the waters
of a riverbed of death
her cold lips
offered a warm smile
and the promise
of a place better than this
I heard my heartbeat slow
and fade
as I gave into the hope
of drowning
and dropped my bones
one by one
into the peaceful current
of her limbs
and now I can’t remember
my name or my sins
and I am no longer
here or there
but if this dream isn’t lying
I have finally found my home

He was trapped between
her chocolate colored eyes
and her love flavored lips
and he just wanted a taste
of her heavenly bliss
and the soft cream porcelain skin
that coverd her hips
and the top of her thighs
and white milky *******
and thought of tracing
her curves with his fingers
and parting her flower
with the tip of his tounge
made his pulse quicken
and his blood pump hard
and he was helpless
to the desire burning
into his heart
and he seeped and he stroked
and he whisperd her name
that fell from his mouth
like a prayer to the muse of lust
and repeating her name
again and again
until with the long slow syllables in a moan
he stained his sheets with streaks
like stars in the sky
and he then fell into a dream
that tasted of chocolate and love

He had never drank
espresso before
but they way she described it
and the way that she smiled
with it still wet on her tounge
made his heart skipped a beat
and he trembled
wanting to know
the taste of something
that could make a dream
so wickedly curve as her lips
and the secrets of pleasure
lying just below the beauty
of the skin of her kiss

Remember my love that whenever you drift
between the unknown hours of sleep
and over mountains of pillows
and blankets of ocean and mist
I am never more
than a dreams reach away

I am in the bones of life
The void of light
The final kiss
The end of dreams
The beginning of song
Wrapped in black shrouds
I give you black wings
And set you free to the night
To become a star
a moon
a sun
and a dream
To dream again
and again...

Chasing you through dreams
you slip through my fingers
turning to mist and smoke
leaving nothing
but the warmth of your breath
and the ghost of your kiss
on the surface of my neck
and it’s all
an illusion
manufactured
by the lonely blood
seeping from the cracks
and scars
that decorate the skin
of my heart
and I can’t tell the difference
between desire
and desperation
as I tumble through
the longing to know
the scent of your skin
and the taste of your spit
and in the silence of stars
and the voiceless sky
I fumble and stutter
trying to call your name
and you pause long enough
for me to get lost
in the madness
and mischief
of your eyes
and I drown in the colors
of the charm of your lips
and I wander helpless
following the echo
of your ghost
changing shapes
and names
and houses
dream after dream
your hand close enough
to reach
but impossible to hold
as it turns from flesh
to smoke and mist
and you laugh
in small giggles
and leave a note
pinned to the pulse
beneath my ribs
letting me know
you’ll be back tomorrow
and tomorrow
as a dream walking
through forevers door

She was a fairy tale told by a poem that was sung to the moon by the star that wrote the secrets of lust with the flames of the sun on the skin of the heart of the story of love...

and she lived in the wonder of the gaze of the children of dreams and controled the pulse of eternity and the flow of magic trapped within the illusion of time and she flirted with death for a kiss and then stole its robes and the beauty of dying was then her gift to give and her burden to bare and she was gentle with grace and generous with kindness and she will be the first and last sound that you hear as she whispers the meaning of life in your ear...

and it will take only the moment that is as long as it is short...

and you will know you were part of the fairy tale told by a poem that was sung to the moon by the star that wrote the secrets of lust with the flames of the sun on the skin of the heart of the story of love

her heart was a garden
of poetry made from
the soul of lost flowers
that bloomed
in the eternal hour by hour
of the lustful sins of orchids
tangled between
the promise of lilies
kissing the gaze
of the indigo night
and roses waiting
to discover the pain
and the pleasure
of the color of blood
and the taste of the soil
and earth where heaven
had heaved and plowed
open the secret entrance
to the paradise built
by the demons
and the devils
of the delight found
when dancing in the flames
of the fire below
where the skin
of the flowers petals
only part when touched
by the rhythm found
in the vibration
and thread that flows
through every seed
and stem
and heart
and every countless star
that shines to the song
of love that hangs
like a dream over
the garden of her heart

When you tell someone
When you say it
The first time
And every time after
You got to say it
With a big aching
*******
Not just a hard ****
Your whole ******* heart
Better be hard
So ******* hard
The slightest touch just
May shatter it into a million
Tiny fragments
It has to be hard and
Pulsating
Ready to explode
And seep with life
And horrible painful
White hot sticky love
It can't be half limp
It can't be hardly beating
Or just beating at
A normal pace
It has to be harder
Than rock
It better be beating
Hard and quick
So quick its just a blur
Loud and pounding
All night and through
The morning
And not just on the good days
And hot sweaty nights
It has to stay hard
In ice cold waters
On days of dark despair
Through hours of tears
Through the painful silence
When lost in the middle of the storm
And thunder
Of acid rain and razor tounge lightning
Its got to stay hard
When your soul goes numb
When the heart feels dead
When all hope seems lost
It has to stay hard
When it feels its most alone
It has to survive
In the empty space
Of noise and confusion
When everything
Is rough and cuts you
With every touch
When the easiest thing
To do is to give up and
Walk away
Its gotta stay hard
And hold ground
No matter how difficult
It is to do so
Its gotta bare the teeth
Of madness bitting
Down on it
Because it is
Madness
Stark raving lunatic
Madness
And if you can't do that
All of that
If it doesn't burn
And ache in your throart
Before you say it
While you say it
After you say it
Then why say it
Because if its coming
Out of a hard pounding heart
Its going to burn
With your every thought
Your every breath
It should scare the living
Crap outta you
To say it
Because it feels so *******
Good just to think it
To have it there in your head
Sleeping in your dreams
Pounding again and again
In your heart
Your hard hard heart
When those three words
Pass through your trembling lips
The first time and every time after
You gotta say it with a *******
You gotta speak them true
In hushed screams
And long loud whispers
Echos of moans to the moon
That come burning back down
To earth ready to plummet
And crash into madness
When your ready to say it
You won't be ready
You'll have to hold the knife
To your own throat
To keep yourself from running away
Because your scared to death
You'll die if you say it out loud
And that is exactly when
You have to say it
Let the words boil in your belly
Let them churn widly in your gut
Let the crazy burn in your throat
And then with your big aching
Hard heart
Say those ******* beautiful painful
Hard words
Say it...

*I LOVE YOU

I want to crawl under the threads of your dreams and untie the lust of your sin and trace every scar and taste every tear and kiss all of your forbidden desires and I know its all an illusion and you are only smoke in high heels and thigh high whiskey dressed in pretty blue bullet lingerie yet my bones ache as I paint my hunger for what hides under the stars of your skirt and I want to feel the warmth of the soft spot lying under the small piece of cloth hiding the bud that I want to watch bloom and part with the gentle push and stroke of brush and fingers and tounge and kiss what honey will flow as all of our clothes disappear into the dark heat of temptation and and your legs cover my head and muzzle my breath and your heavenly scent has become my air and your devilish taste has poisoned my blood and my self control is starting to split at the seams and little pieces of me are seeping out into you and I'm tangled and tied to the vice falling from the whip of your hair unleashed  and I've become so weaved into your web that I can no longer tell whose limbs are whose and I can't remember which one of us is real am I the illusion of a dream or am I climbing after a mad vision of you and something smells of dust and flight and I took a wrong turn at the curve of the moon that I mistaked for your hips and I'm lost out here in the nowhere and never desperate to find a home in your kiss

Its hard to imagine a rich dumb spoiled kid with a tweeter account is the elected leader of the so called free world and at the same time its really no surprise at all as we've dumbed ourselves down to be less intelligent than 5th graders and are the self proclaimed biggest losers on the planet and we prefer our reality scripted and televised and trust our childrens intellect and education to a school system we know to be broken and in desperate need of repair because at the end of the day its easier to ***** and point fingers about how ****** up it all is than to make an effort or to even ask for help as long as we can claim its not our fault we can pretend we have no reason not to be able to sleep at night and we sleep and sleep all through the night and all through the day as we grind and break our bones on the ground that will one day be our graves which will one day just be the parking lot of another shopping mall full of our cookie cut children who were never taught the were worth more than minimum wage and that this is the way of life and theres happiness in the **** of it all and just shut up and don't complain and watch a little tv and drink some beer and relax and do it all again and again and work those knuckles and break your backs so your kids can grow up and work in the mall of the parking lot where their grandparents are buried  and thats the happiness thats worth nothing more than there minimal lifes and its not so bad to belive the lie that has made a joke of us all as we strive to be great again

I am tired and miss the comfort of sleep
The hours of endless dreams
Uninterrupted
The dull nights of perfect solitude
The quite yearning of nothing more
Of my life of something less
Peaceful lonely tides
Of sad moon lullabies
Washing over the cracks
And broken pieces
Of a heart still faintly beating
Happy enough to remember
Love kisses of long ago
Limbs of dead lovers
Holding me under my breath
Burning ghosts of memories
Of torrent blissful bodies
With eager hands
And lustful mouths
Dancing lunatics under
And over and twisted
And tangled within sheets
Made of dreams and fire
What a crazy ride
What a life of love
It has been
Hearts still burning in stars
Of my now lonely sky
Names I still hear in songs
Of melancholy beauty
And tender kindness
I miss them all
I loved them all
I love them still

...

And now
Unexpectedly
There is you
A soft pulse of hopelessness
A gently crushing weight
A dream
That has made me painfully aware
That my life is not done
That love is
Not done
And it doesn't need
To be felt in kisses
Or to know your touch
Your body never need
Be naked before my mine
Our limbs never need
To dance with madness
And lust
It is there
In the space
And time between us
Illuminated
By the lighting
Of your heart
And sung
In the thunder
Of my pulse
Two specs passing briefly
One on the way up
The other falling down
My heart filled
With just the sound
of your name
And needs nothing more
To know
Your love is beautiful

All his words were hers
Her smile were the curves found in each letter
Her eyes were all the colors of his dreams
Her name was the music of his prayers
She filled his heart with fairy tales and poetry
And in the end he was a book only she could read