What do you do when everything hurts?
You cry and you cry,
and it's like your ribs,
your chest,
your head...
your whole body hurts.
You want to scream.
You want to cry out to someone.
You want SOMEONE to care.
You just want peace...
for someone to wrap you in there arms,
tell you they are there,
and for it to be the truth.
Why can't it be that simple?

Atramentous bedroom
Sicked by splotch of white
Mother drunked by sattire
Father high as Franklin's kite

Dancing the cumulus
Breaking the heat
Dogs seem harmonious
Ghetto streets

Countryside terrace
Latin in sight
Scraping of green skin
Razorblade makes easy right

Shavings to fill the wooden panels
Loose hairs to come off head
Kittens to amuse thou
A forceful taking end!!

I'll taketh the long way home
The one where bumbleberries are lamp posts
Wherein demons shalt not haunt me
Wherein apparitions are lovely
And angels are tabled host's,

Where smoke is seen as ghost's
And images are projected by love making freak's
Wherein reflugence is indulgence
And madness is seduced by capsulated radiance

Tapered sunshine
No hit and miss!!!

Under the moon, I stood
The only thing
Close to me
Was my shadow
Casted by the light

I didn't know
What I was feeling
I didn't know
how an empty sky
could amuse me
I realized that,
there is beauty in
everything we see
It only takes a special eye
To witness the truth
hidden beneath the lie

-Kaya

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Tis foolish is it not not?

How a man shalt get his kicks off some strange woman on a magazine cover
Yet whilst at the same time

There's a model right next to him!!!!