Standing on the paraapet's wall pullling
At the sky

Arms stretched to the limit .reaching in vain
The keeper seems to pray for rain but the fervent prayer
He envokes. Pulling down the stars and soon to come

Skyfall.
                              Nightime comes on velvet wings
Summoning the other things.
That haunt our dreams
They shun the suns carress.

Deep within the castle's keep
Things that do not sleep huddle and moan
Hell's
'torment.
Gnawing at their *****.

They and all clasp.fleshless palms tight
And lament through each night
To pull the chains begin the rain
Bring about

Skyfall.

Battlements worn and washed in crimson
Centuries old spirits now scream out
From wordless mouth.
Desires unheard..no words can bring about

Skyfall.

From steeple to walk-walk
To rancid mote.
To ironed gape.
To dungeon deep.
Where death was sleep.

North and south within the keep.
Spirits weep.
They cry out for
S
     K
          Y
                F
                     A
                          L
                               L

Hot house flower by nature. By nurture she.took the hype hook to sinker.
All I see when I look at baby is power.
Habnero tiempo.

Warm to hot.
Spaaniard, coated with Ibo.slathered with india injected with a pulsating
Congas....mish mosh. Black as the ace of spades,mocha smooth ,
blond and blue,fiery red.
Magic in the hips.

Rat-a tat-tat spray lingo on one full breath.
Just ran down your program from A to Z.
Just want to grip your hips mami.

Synch up your vibe. Turn that growl your emitten
To purrr like a kitten. Ahh... eso..Asi.

When I was driven to compete and test my mettle
I learned a word.
The old man withe the gravely growl. A wise and bedreggled owl.
His eyes bored in as he did impart. The art.
The beauty. You gotta be clutch son.you gotta deliver.


      Clutch.
A state of zen.
Conquer the moment
Again and again.
Jockspeak I know BUT analagous to living.

Condensed.The now is all we truely have.
Runners high in the blink of an eye.
Pure pleasure to live the moment.

Unbridled.
Making love. *******.*******. you pick.
For me relaxed concentration. A zen state.
Pure harmony? That special union. A once a lifetime.

Once. And only once.
Clutch happenstance.
Same,same.

Grinding gears? Can't mesh.
Slack tide....suspension. joy or pain?


I learned it became addicted to it
Sheer confidence that I will overconquer
The moment.
Then I lost it and came crashing down.
I was human after all.
But such is the human design.

Soar high and long.
Ignore the siren song.
The moment is all there is.

Unrepentant with a hole in her soul
The brass faced liar has steely control
Nothing fazez her. no fib was too big or small. Man this girl was a smooth criminal and a really close acquaintance

She would give a polygraph the shakes
and it's our little secret. umm, Mom and dad know.
family secret.

I reversed engineered the brass faced liar
and all the tumblers clicked.

The truth to her is like Kryptonite to Superman.
I dropped a small stone down her throat one day and counted to ten
before it hit bottom with a far away clunk..

Faceof brass ,heart of stone.animal rescuer
Liar to the bone. Manipulates children poor self esteem
Brass faced liar isn't what she seems.

Out.  To impress now.finally starting to dress now
Drawing flys like rotten meat.

Wicked comes in all shapes and sizes
Turn back the covers,know what your surprize is ?.

A zombie in a guilded mask.
Long dead and putrid..a walking talking husk.

Lies pour out of her mouth like green blowflies
And crawl back in under her disguise.
To fester.
Brass face jester
R.I.P.