War torn Gaza strip
Screams like a bad trip
Slipped and shipped away to war
But what the hell are we fighting for
Queen of hearts screams
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS
President says
No Comment

My brain is like an apple core
empty, useless
its been used up
its been fun
creativity once came so easily
now I struggle and tear and thrash
within
Internal conflict suppressed only by **** rips
broken, defeated
broken promises
broken hearts
broken dreams
See what I mean?

Cushioned descent from madness
goose feathers spray
fell hard but saved
by designer pillows
body length and soft
my key to sanity
no
my meaning of life
never
But when anger is all that is left
that pillow is my enemy
my punching bag
thirty minutes of attack
pillow never fights back
still loves me enough to allow me a nap
head down
tears stream
pillow soaked and stained
pain

Mustard gas flutters past
Unseen but effect are felt
Lungs collapse
Crushed with guilt
Or gas
That flutters past
Unseen but effects are felt

Started jolted jilted awake
Alert and focused in the darkest grave
Awoken awakend the Lazarus man
Gasping for air
Hourglass running low on sand

Heaven ain’t better than hell
It’s all just wings harps and bells
Heaven aint better than hell
And heaven ain’t helping me none
I don’t need a harp I just need a gun
And heaven aint helpin me none
The good all die alone
Sent where God’s light is shone
But their family ain’t there
For goodness, they could not bear
So they sinned and oh well
I guess heaven ain’t better than hell
All of your friends are going to hell
Why dont you try to meet them there?
All of those friends in hell
The meeting place of freaks, geeks, and loonies
The tavern of those that used to be lonely
They have their friends and good company too
When you’re in hell there is much more to do
Heaven ain’t better than hell
Heaven ain’t better than hell

Untitled Poem
garments made of cobweb dust
cover up the truth and trust
of many men hidden ‘neath the crust
all held up by an atlas bust
to love and to lose your concentration
feeding on mental *******
the pleasure comes, releasing elation
with you throughout trials and tribulations
hand on the gland of ****** healing
trance-like, tantric, head is reeling
can’t shake off this wonderful feeling
the flames are here the skin is peeling
screams of ecstatic pain and pleasure
as the world begins its drastic measure
holding hands with whomever
preparing for the final descent into the nether
dried out like a fish in an abandoned market
pull out the joint and begin to spark it
release yourself from the bow into the 50 point target
crashing down away from here
sticking out like the earth’s ear