The height of love
When lost
Is the depth of grief sustained...
I loved to the third heaven
And am now in the
Lowest Hell.

I see the darkness form,
cloaking everything from within its fold,  
shapeless forms appearing within the void,
unlocked only by dancing moonbeams,
fleeting through an unveiled window,
I hear the blackness call,
luring me into its calm serenity,
soothing my spirit with its words,
draping me with its veil
within it's sanctuary,  
we shall elevate our souls
and rise up from the dead.

to get back in the water....

Have you noticed how
Freaking WEIRD
the media has become?

I can SMELL THE FISH.

Dah dum. Dah dum...
Dah dum Dah dum Dah dum

Lately I saw the cover of
Bazaar Magazine.

A model in a **** gold lame'
Bathing suit... sexily draped
Inside the maw of Jaws.

What Is the nose of Jaws
Coming vertically out of the
Water reminiscent of?
A PYRAMID perhaps?

The pyramid is a symbol.
Of Freemasons and

THE ILLUMINATI.

I always thought a friend of mine
A bit touched. He told me that
The 1% are all in collusion.
That the Illuminati used SYMBOLS
and scenes on the TV and movies
(Pictures on the wall in the
background, etc) as subliminal
Messages for mind control. And
to indicate subtly what is going on
Behind the scenes. So they can get
Their jollies by "telling us", without
Really doing so, how we are headed
For destruction. And how it will
Take place. So they can
LAUGH AT US!

I don't know. I used to think
The guy a bit eccentric...

*NOW I AM NOT SO SURE...

You violate me with your delicious tenture,
licking my soul with your words,
making my skin tingle with the anticipation of your thoughts,  
******* me with your mind,  
twisted obscurity in an ******* delight,  
the cardinal remnants left trickling down my legs
breathing obscenities in a heterophonic haze

locked out,
feeling the heart bleed,
reaching inside
trying to find what was on the outside,
gaping chasms,
its all too late.  
strangulation,
trembling,
blackness,
feel it ease,
too close to the edge,
it was the only way

I am me
Don't just see
The pain inside
The make believe

I am me
Look away
The torn beliefs
The broken fray

I am me
Childish names
The stones and sticks
The countless shames

I am me
Still remember
The weak and mild
The fallen timber