Gold!
Beauty behold,
Where the cards fold
&
Where sainted souls mould.

That's just perspective,
But living is death
And the dead are too effective,
That being said
Life is subjective
-
And we are cards to be dealt
Full of feeling needing expression
Wanting to be felt
In order to escape depression.

Chewed through your aura
Like liquorice All sorts.
I could taste the darkness
But feel the soft places in you.

I could taste light linger
In you.

You say you're plain evil,
Insane and satans reflection.
I just see a hurt human begging
For affection.

Love and direction,
Can lead a horse to water.
But you need to move
And satisfy dry lips with
A sip.

In order to breathe
And find fire in your breath,
To live you can't leave
You've got to find what's left!

The taste of you
Might leave souls blue.
But Behold - Nothing New,
In me resides the taste in you.

They treat you like meat,
Slice, bang and reheat.
You float like a Lotus,
Exactly when did you notice.

Must be the motion of
The ocean
Though not even a Pisces
Believes that.

The death they bereave that,
Because you lost
Didn't bear the cost
Just rusted away.

Took time but the waning rhythm never could stay.
Cold hard lips
Never could say.

I Love You

Like dust in the wind it
All went astray.

High functioning,
But I'll function higher.
I'll leave you flat
Like a worn torn tyre.

Want to burn me,
But - Hell -
I've been the pyre.

Burn me or
Learn me,
And my doctrine.

But Loves more
Than a scene stealing *****,
Try and we try,
Loves more than tears
Without trying.

Beyond the fear
We find ourselves flying.
In the heat - we avoid flaying,
But love for more love
And that's how we're praying.

Life breeds life
A game we're playing,
Love being alike and it
Stops the world from fraying.

******* -
**** your ideology.
You've killed more
Men than my love ever could.

*******,
Your life
And all that encompasses.

You took him,
Dead and whipped to
****** lashes in the
Streets.

**** soaked
And stained with blood,
You took my love.

He was pure
A soul still white
In the night of the world.

In the height of the dark
A soul left to be,
And lost to be
No more than a spark

Seems like when
We were teens the world
Was so wide.

We could explore endless
Commons and swamps,
The world in our grasp.

When did the vice close
And the locks clasp
Closed tight.

The vision and seemingly
World defying imagination,
Got drained away by society's
Machinations.

Bought
Like you ******* think it can
Be sold.

How cold.
No more than mould
And you linger.

Now sold,
Salivate but he
Seals it with a finger.