Have you seen the troubled youth these days?
They're not very troubled at all.
They create their own illness then spread it amongst the masses of degenerates.
The symptoms consist of debauchery and disrespect.
They yell to the crowd, "Look at me for I am broken."
No. You are fixed...fixed onto the idea that one must be troubled to be different.
Oh, have you seen the troubled youth of today?
They're not so troubled after all.

My sweet water nymph
...earlier?!
You wished for me to arrive "earlier"?!
By your side be my life.
I carry your heart through realms of chaos.
Beg my pardon for the lapse in minutes..
Reliving your love can ****.

You are thy muse.
Enchanting and mischievous and empowering is your being.
Your aura bleeds ecstasy and grace.
Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, Urania...
Collapsed in a single body.
What a body.

My sweet water nymph. . .

Carrying inspiration in those stems.
We can't help but bow to you.
Give me your ripened fruit of art.
You poor soul.

. . .my sweet water nymph

Hold still my weary heart
Beat not for life but for love
Keep hold of the thought
For nobility shall be honored

I will never treat you like a ten
Because we are human
All wrapped in sin
I will never treat you so sweetly
Letting roses call out bleakly
Teddy bears stuffed with lies
But I'll sit and watch you cry
Or talk or smile or possibly die
But I'll be there throughout time
Bittersweet biting on lips
Hoping not to get the slip
I will never treat you like a ten
Because I'm human
Wrapped in my sins
Calling out with all my might
Whispering long goodbyes
Hoping Angel's wings shall break
Satan bound so filled with hate
Fingernails across the board
My thoughts are dying
Forever yours
Blessed to be the nothing you seek
Release those chains
Your soul be free

They had drinks every night
The clown and the trapeze man
Before every show the same thing

"I never laugh at my own jokes." The clown would say

"I never miss my mark." The trapeze man would come back with

So I sat in the crowd
Watching the two perform
Silent and still

The next night

"I never laugh at my own jokes."
"I never miss my mark."

But this night, the tent was different

As the trapeze man danced through the air
The clown found a match and set fire to his net
Stone-faced the clown looked up above as his friend would never miss his mark

When suddenly...
He did

The trapeze man began falling to the earth as though he had missed Her sweet crust

...silence fell.

I sat still.
I sat silent.

Then the clown....
The clown began to laugh....

What the Hell is this?!
Jealousy?
Betray?
Angry?
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

You kept that stare
Such reassuring eyes
"Oh I loved her once. Not now."
You made me feel less
Though I gave it my best
Now I'll end it before I can cry

You two faced *****
I'm tired of this ****
You'll never look down again
You tell me she's nothing
Just one of your buddies
When really you're covered in sin

Now things are over
You cry that it's over
But really there's comfort there
She's right next to you
In the picture you took
Two weeks after we're through

So tell me again of your love that you kept
Kept only for me
And how I'm so perfect
No other girls worth it
Because I was your cookies and cream.

Sweet cream in my bitter coffee
An icicle melts on the tip of porch
Steam rises, dancing, flirting with the wind
Caramel colored lover
Soul radiates the spectrum
***** curls and belly bound laughter
You're so detached.
How perfect.

How quick the coiled snake does turn
To the Lily of the Valley for aid
Crumbling in Pharaoh's tomb
Snake betrays Isis
It loses its tongue
The snake be forever doomed

What a lovely heart you have inside
Beating so happy and free
What a shame it'd be to stomp it out
And leave you with an empty beat
And oh how I'll laugh as I watch you cry
Then whither up bitter and die
I'll tell my friends how crazy you are
Even though it's all a lie
I'll dance on your grave
Where you're buried alone
Then marry your ****** old ex
I'll make her a sinner and even more bitter
Bitter than all of the rest
So bring on the night
You're looking at me
Thinking that I am so sweet
Remember my dear
Just cause I'm queer
Doesn't mean you can use me.

Stranger things have happened to me
Than you and your silly ways
Stranger things have happened to me
Than your laugh and stupid gaze
Stranger things have happened to me
Like in the jungles of Mexico
Stranger things have happened to me
Like that time I lost my soul
Stranger things have happened to me
The plague was my greatest foe
Stranger things have happened to me
Like losing the feelings in my toes
Stranger things have happened to me
When I couldn't walk for days
Stranger things have happened to me
How I begged God for a way
Stranger things have happened to me
Fever that burnt like flames
Stranger things have happened to me
It would put your pride to shame
The strangest things have happened to me
But I survived another day
The strangest things have happened to me
This is just one and it makes you look plain

Women are a funny thing
Women keep it interesting.
But her... Yes, her. I'd give anything
To wake up with that smiling face
Could be a feeling never replaced
Holding her until the dawn
Watching her put makeup on
Running her baths on long days
Cooking every meal all her ways
Staying when she says to go
Showing her my love just grows
Learning every inch of her
Fingers tips begin to burn
To feel those velvet lips pressed hard
Please cut out my bleeding heart
She's the beauty I've always dreamed
With wits to match; she's everything
Friend: a hard word to bare
Because of it her fiancé's not scared
I'm the one for advice
I'm the call on lonely nights
I should have kept my mouth shut
Feelings determined to be a must
Selfishly I tell her now
Watch the pieces all fall down
Disappointment in her eyes
Thinking it was all lies
Betraying her friendship breaks me in two
But I'd rather this than you never knew...

Allow my love
to wrap
your bones
Like skin
or perhaps
a tacky
Christmas sweater

How bright is she
who plays in the dark
A ruby wrapped in clover
is she
Watch the Sun lie
over time
Engulfed in all that
seems free
Crawl backwards on
hind legs

Quickly now
She's coming
You hear her
It's she

…click clack who's afraid of that

Sit now quiet
You can't let her hear
Hear all of the things
A Ruby wrapped in clover
Engulfed in the blackest of dreams

Glance away she's magic
It's behind the eyes
Maybe green or lightening or three
Don't look too close
You'll see nightmares

…click clack or maybe dreams

Tell me.
That voice inside of your head.
The one you claim is God.
A God telling you to hate individuals.
Does it sound similar to that voice saying you shouldn't eat that second piece of cake?
Yeah, that's your conscious. Not God.
You're eating away at your outlook on life...and also eating your way into another size up in mom jeans.

Get some perspective.
And a gym membership.

Don't even think about ******* sitting with us.

At some point
The flaws of reality bored me
So I turned to the mousehole just to my right
When I looked inside I saw what one would expect
A mouse in its hole living its existence
It has no plan for when it leaves
What responsibility does a mouse have?
What bills must you pay?
Whose heart do you break?
How significant are you?
I stared and stared and stared
As the mouse moved from left to right to left again
He wasn't anything like the cartoons
Just another flawed bit of reality in a house never called home
Stepping away
I sit in the chair angled towards his home
Cleverly sitting Indian style
There I sat for an hour, waiting for change
If everything else in this world is so unique
What be of this mouse and his hole?
Emerging its head to look about
Slowly his body pulled from the wall
Suddenly he sat in front the doorway of his home
Protective and honest was he
How silly I was to judge a mouse
When really it had been judging me

My love is not a rose for a rose be too common
My love is not one to be described as flowers
She is but a drop of rare rain to the desert plain
Something my heart can hardly contain
My love is not a rose, no
But an indescribable thing
My love is like the unseen rings of Saturn in the spring

I heard a siren's call just once
How enchanted it did keep me
I followed the song and there she was
Waiting.... waiting for me.

With passion filled eyes
I ran towards the lies
That twisted my heart inside
She called out my name
Like it were a game
Keeping my mind trapped in time.

I heard a siren's call just once
Because the spell was broken, you see
A web of lies and enchanting cries
Not never enough to keep me

She'll wait for you
Like she waited for me
Laying in the dark
You cannot cry
Or you will die
Thanks to the siren's call.

Sleep.


From the depths of void
Waves of crimson & night appear
Bearing gills & fin
Be beast of water born
Covered not in harsh exterior
Sweet lotus armor arise
Collapsing of souls
Form locked to ground
Freedom it does scream
Fear not, for Gods call to thee


Awaken.

Strut proudly backwards in zig zag lines
Never to step
Or misinform or crime
Listening to time's broken bells
Left at the Old Man's spell
Crippled by stranger eyes
Horizons built not seen or signed
Discredited and neglected
He's alive, he's alive

I'm always hiding under water
Silly as it seems
I'm hiding under water
To try and keep me clean
Hiding behind molecules
That couldn't hide a thing
Shameful of emotion
It washes me like spring
As calmed as a babe
That's its affect on me
To lay and have my sin washed off
(At least metaphorically.)

I sit...captivated my overwhelming silence.
The sickness in the air thickens as the flowers grow in the window.
Mirrors laugh at me when I pass by.
Best not to look around for the devil could catch my eye.
Mindless chatter of the outdoor creatures as they swim the void.
Can you hear it? I can.
Screaming loud through empty minds.
No one is safe in their own head.
Neck twisted slightly to the left, for life has many angles.
Burning passions behind lovers' eyes go blank in betrayal.
It is fear that keeps us together.
Place your sights on the weary soul.
She's crawling across the floor.
The door is open but the exit seems impossible.
Rip away from the false reality you've been engulfed by.
Comfort not the morals of the masses.
For freedom is but a decision.

the image of perfection tarnished
by human lust and will
eyes of love crumble
as does the will
image of perfection tarnished
burned and killed
who can see the blood stained marble
hanging from the limb
tiny string it does attach
broken knives do ****

Dismissed Earth reconfigures with tongue
Binary reality simplifies through eyes
Barren body reimagined as fine wine
Hollow holds on cold text
With warmth behind false ideas
Carry out reversed scripture
Speak louder and louder
By choice
Indecency and despair
Three piece suit, satin stitches
Running sweat off worried hearts
Sweet honey suckle blood to bare
Love in a shadow box display
Echoes of an empty shell

Be that soul
Lay in the blue
Consumed
Death's peaceful sleep
Never bent as the bamboo bends
Sincere as the old mountains
Be that soul
Blissfully so

**** ME NOW.
It's like a slow burning brand
cooling down in a bucket of ****** water.
Transparent life support failing me sweetly.
Sweat that even taste sweet.
Can't cover imagination's eyes.
I'M A SINNER.
I call upon the definition of "love"
because it is defined.
Perhaps I scream too much.
MORE.
Crawl on knees to me, Dove.
Bury your lust and fears
in my thighs.
I'm the side effect
not the medication.

I am a gentleman.
No, I am a woman.
...but I am a gentleman.
...but I am not a man.
Perhaps, a gentlelady.
That sounds strange.
I open doors and bring flowers.
I'd throw down a thousand coats to watch you walk on dry land.
Cook dinner for your family.
Then do the dishes because it's right.
Stand beside when you're wrong, but in a pair of heels.
Hold hands in public because I don't care.
Defend your honor like a Knight.
Firm handshakes and lip gloss.
That describes me.
But I'm better at me with you.

Like two cold feet hitting a hot bath
Acclimate or Remove
Readjust or Escape
Let us torture the body
What is clean?
When water becomes righteous
Flowing like honey from the Heavens

Two hot feet in a cold bath
Refill or Drain
remain to stay, no same
Ripples run from the body
Like you, they return
weaker & further apart
May this molecule be abundant

Engulfing the body. . .
*. . .now the lungs.

1.  Awake
2. Unaware
3. Couldn't Care
4. Craving More
5. "Remember that time.."
6. FIVE
7. Death Relates
8. Orphans
9. Can't Escape
10. Camping Sin
11. Plaid
12. "Going where?"
13. I Misunderstood
14. Scared
15. Terrified
16. "PLEASE DON'T TAKE HER!"
17. Best, My Best
18. Time To Fly
19. Selfish
20. Disgusted By Shy
21. meet my love, my life
22. "No heart, no head. All alone in my bed."
23. Tragedy, My Dearest Friend
24. ...............*to be continued

It seems the tip of my forked tongue

     craves the taste of all the elements

           that create such a figure.

I've caught myself standing in the rain with paper dreams of you.
I try to sprint through puddles, but I'm in concrete shoes.
Burdened by the sun, she hides her shame of me.
Clouds cover her warmth, she hides her shame of me.
Droplets resemble needles to the tender heart.
Thunder rumbles along with that blackened spark.
Cleanse my soul and set me free.
The sun, she hides her shame of me.

You wish to feel something, yeah?
You just want to feel some real pain?
Something real?

Go to the kitchen and retrieve a ***.
Fill it with water all to the top.
Place it on the stove right there.
Watch it boil away your cares.
Now take that water at its peak.
Now drop it on your legs and feet.
Feel the blisters begin to form.
You'll wish that you could feel no more.
Even when it's all cleaned up.
It stays there burning like the ****.
Continue on about your day.
But the pain remains all the same.
So if you cut, I think you're a fool.
Because you're breaking all the rules.
Pain is not something to be controlled.
Pain is the hope that leads you home.

I work in kitchens, so pain is gain.
And to think you inflict it everyday...
You need to stop and get a job.
Cutting is only here to rob.

There's a mask you've placed on your heart
You think it gives you a head start
But you're wrong
You're alone
And blue
And covered in clues
Leading to the nearest love nest
You sweet little sinner
He made you his dinner
But now he tells you to leave
So you call and you cry
And I tell you sweet lies
While I drink a strong drink and laugh
How's that mask on your heart?
Is it a good head start?
Because it keeps leading back to me.

Mountains do weep
When greeted by the Cardinal
Soaring low exposing underbrush
Where villages hide in plain sight
Mighty rivers break the Earth
Carving paths to new worlds
Oh, how the mountains weep
Not with tears of loss
With waterfalls that build pools
Pools which provide to the village
Pools of brilliant blue
Surrounded by new growth
Consumed with love
Overwhelmed by life
Mountains weep to provide

Eyes with lust to gaze upon the world
Nebulas form around the black hole
Eyes of emerald and aqua blend
Venturing from here to there
Sea of color rest upon the purest white
Thy eyes, oh thy eyes
Glutinous, absorbing ounces of beauty
Tremendous details aligned
Never thankful enough for the memories
Thy face how my fingers trace where beauty lay
Lust too much to see the world
Allah replace your sight with mind
For now I see inside my soul
Because I was made blind

A young beau peeks between
the branches
of the old willow tree
To see his maiden's reflection
Bathing before the Gods
Bearing her body
Touched with soft light
Gentle winds push her irresistible locks
Suddenly he is there
Standing before her
Brought out from behind
By lover's trace
He stood before her
Shielding himself from the Gods
When his maiden spoke
In hushed tones

*"Come. Let us wash those sins away."

I will gormandize the feast that is she.
Body of bread and butter
No, more.. Earth-bound fingertips scatter under pressure of a diamond.
Skin soft to bear blood, how gruesome.
Thoughts all turned to coal.
Body turn water to wine
The snake's forked tongue stuttered over silence screams.
Venom which could resurrect Christ on knees.
Wasp stinging back of bird's neck.
Her soul found grapevine tangled in nests.
Body as cold as ice
She has fled on Poe's Raven's wings.
Soul displeased and assured and so scared to be.
Calling for her out that chamber window.
Hearing no "where art thou" in this distopia thy named garden.
Body removed from time.
Could it be indescribably so?
That a heart has breached that dark surface below.