There is just enough space to
slide my hand around your life
Deep down slipping behind your
wicked spine

Here we are lost in the consequences
of your deception- Trustess of modern chemistry

I slip lower under the tightness of my girls sin- You feed your addiction, I pace my reaction; You feed my sin

Calypso remains a lost colony of broken helpless souls. Many remarkable moments continue to shine throughout

Until the dignity of self returns; Once again recognizable to myself. In Gods light we shine. Yahweh

MALAKI

My this beat wicked tone
Slides against this winters bone
Breath to breathes
Shudders smokeless; rising

Colapse
C
O
  L
    A
      P
       S
         ING

Agreed to never meet here again...
trample towards dissolution
In the wake of Gods Light.

Pressing palms center souls. Anger as our mortality adjusts to His adjustment. Will I be enough

Dorian grey skies unhinged at the sound of this holy war of God less men search for another prophet

Freedom from self, a unanswered promise in my heart, my own angel MALAKI freed only in Gods heaven.  

A Birdless man dies

why is it always the same
strangled strangers
that end up at this door

wretched wrench turned like crank
they burn all night until day light comes
forgiven for their indiscretions
they sleep within a flood of dopamine

while the writers write
and the preachers preach
let's invite them in and swim within these tattered torn lives
a Mötley Crüe with no given name
yet you know them at a glance
instant instantaneous

they have become we
and we has become us
these thieves thick with tongue
cleverly crafted craftsman of the grift
invite them in and swim within
the wake of fools

you fool