Well oiled lamp shades
Whispering lust degrades
Frog legs & undesirables
Tree tops & mountain springs

I will get to enter you now
Finger tips brush olive skin
Wetting dry lips w/ moist tongues
Loom weaved young silk sin  

Carried away to a foreign place
Warmth & comfort known for style
Never a urge to alter this space
This blissful plain of existence

Well oiled I slip
I should have seen this
Crumbling beneath me
Pushed away lost grip

I will travel trough you soon
Blissful moon breaking into
I will travel through you soon
Was this always I wanted to do?

Slimy fingers grasping at altered existence
Persistence warmth longing stars from eyes
knuckles cracking down to get what they need
No resistance, it is done, what was replaced by lies?

Warm sweet clammy skin  
Was it really just a dream?
Did I flashblack from times mind
Screaming love, lust sins

After all the time has gone,I still sign my old and bitter songs, as my finger nails and hair grows long. my passage is on fire, so I run with desire to live, oh such inspiration the world gives. Tempt me with beautiful clouds. I am a nature disaster. tempest earthquakes, and all the things that make us great. for we have made it through. So I sign a new song with the same old message you have heard before.

She told me to whisper something, I had nothing, So I let the words role off my tongue. we were both trying to grasp the reasoning behind what was said, I told her civilization is inherently unsustainable and will always collapse . perhaps it is not as truly civilized as we view it through stained glass eyes. The demise is no surprise, a sad truth not a lie, lets be civilized, let us separate from this civil union and be forever closer, why deal with the degradation of a nation, these words i sing civilization is the sweetest nothing, and you are my everything. she looked to me and spoke my name,she said I was a strange man as she held me close. beautiful and bewildering like a mythical being. why someone with such poise finds pros in being with me I may not see, but I enjoy the strange embrace called love, sometimes bombarding your heart. not knowing what to say or do, so the story goes back to the start.

The passive sadomasochist
Meets with momentary lapse of reason
Suddenly grasping conceptual reality
Of both life and of death
Now a step closer to what we know as sanity
We can become enlightened  beings
Seeking our own reality
Surrounded buy brutality

Creating this wanted character
the physique of life
This instant transformation
For what the moment brings
Love hate lust anger and humiliation
Became what they say, listen
Listen to all the beautiful voices
Will you make your own choices?

Soon they will fall spiraling again
Not far enough to reach the top
The tolerance grows thin
And the subjugating begins
be grounded and the earth you will feel
and it all transcends
To many times questing is this real
Century made to lie cheat and steal

Death in mind and gun in hand
were should we go now?
Whose reality relates to your own?
Above them all in your sub psychology

Death in mind and gun in hand
Escape the ideas they gave you
and traverse this amazing vast land
free the person inside you

There are storm clouds up in the sky
raining down terror on my eyes
humanity spirals for a slow demise
all our documentations are filled with lies

oh please wake me now this dream it is foul
see lighting touching down
am i finally awake now

see the clouds slowly passing by
see myself as I slowly die
am I falling trying to fly
searching for truth with the lies

The house that wind, and time tear down  
Watch the stories fall down
It changes every time we come around
Echos
Rich dirt buried our memories
We were once  the seed
were we once laid down
little toys for something sweet
and then beaten down to her knees
Invoke the spirit onto this place
Running in just to run away
Beauty hidden in a shattered display
This hole were the stoners play
Casa Dela Morte
The farmers dark secret is crippling
the sadness left by the offspring
Dancing with your ***** doll
Every structure soon will fall
Bringing out your demons within
Question this was created from what sin

Farmers shattered dark secret demons question crippling sin
Invoke sweet toys. Rich dirt seed laid down. Echos every time we come around. memories sadness left by offspring. Every structure soon will fall. ****** to death against the wall.

The shadows dance to distract from malevolent beast.
To think  this place is no more
The'll be No more morbid rituals and stoner feast.

The house that wind, and time tear down  
Watch the stories fall down
It changes every time we come around
Echos

ohhhhhhhhhh I love Alice
but I heard she loves everybody too
boy I never meet her in the bathroom
were I do everything you heard of
no a couple of us
ohhh heard she wouldn't miss it

ohh i clam backed her backed door
all night and the rhythm in your toes n head
its impossible to get past it
three am theory is travesty
almost nasty as could of been
hold me nice as it'll ever be
me
***** the cause now I'm the ambush
smiles lies in every nasty booth
smoked upon  the ghost feet down low
sparkling glimmering amethyst
naked restlessness
I'm here for cultures and global warming
waked upon what you signed me into
those are the shows I can remember mostly

ohhhhhhhhhh I love Alice
but I heard she loves everybody too
boy I never meet her in the bathroom
were i do everything you heard of
no a couple of us
ohhh heard she wouldn't miss it

ohh I clam backed her backed door
all night and the rhythm in your toes n head
its impossible to get past it

ruthless dying this end took it

almost nice as i live with it
beneath the voice of his prisoner
who leaped a rail cause cut up knees are bruised
the me not much a position
knight seeker warms his nerve system
moister absorbs heat as is the
honest lies clinging to wisdom
***** slim of the worker mouse
that belongs to *******

Energy is all around you, and with in you. Some people need to put a name on this energy. These names have often brought about negative energy and been topic of heated debate. That is the power of people.

Temporary  paralysis oozing out my ugliness, curled under wings of unconsciousness, broken wings smothered out my last breath. The putrid and vile lie within, and the light and kindness still surface my friend. Let your mind take flight, through the mist of the morning light. This does not mean you left the darkness behind. everything cycles in time. time to see the misshapen circle in which you dwell. Everything is energy and power, and they unexplained the call it spells.

Your beheaded savior lies at your feet. Blood of the innocent fill the street. decaying bodies mangled meat, this is what must be done, to fulfill the feat. Take a seat and watch the cleansing balance. The bringer of truth, the bringer of light. Now you Have it. Some atrocities are done for the greater right.the world in your hands, trampled under feet.

Recurring thoughts, dark visions of a reality that can never be. A false time with false hope. Harsh lives, perishing in smoke.

Stained glass shattered shards
raining down in my sight
landing on the copses of lies
watching light with dead eyes
the coldest nights hold my stolen breath
which grows into longest death
thoughts slip by on wings of yesterday
in the silence there is so much to say
hesitant waves flow through the light
resting on the longest night

paint a vivid picture from the ashes of ancestry, so we can view the memories of forgotten dreams

There is romance in ever action, reaction, every stair, and every breath. shivery is not dead, there is just barely anything left.

I do not long to mask the bitter taste of life. as I drink from the cup half full

can you deal with the stares. the words unheard, the subtle none verbal nuances. Listen to the noise in what they call silence. hear what this world has to say. can you read between the lines or are you looking hard for something that isn't really there. searching so hard you make it appear. the air whispers in your ear, the river tells a story seldom heard. listen to the unspoken word

watching the lights dance around this dark room
free the mind from this reality entombed
I am not your product to consume
morbid thoughts as dark as being ripped from the womb

we are man all knowing
sailing down river a river ever flowing
in a distant window candles burning
to light the way as the day is turning
night
a man in the darkness conscious is burning
pain to obtain his yearning
and the river continues flowing
w/ the blood from the all knowing

This is America. Our spirits don't speak English. This is the land of the natives we extinguish. This is the nation we take what we want. its the material possessions and money we flaunt.Sending Drones to your country killing your kids, but in America were the drones stupid.watch whats on the TV and buy what they sell,conform to our ways or go to hell.
this is the way that they arranged it.IT DON'T take quantum physics to explain it. give it 5 years and they'll be tapping our dreams with product placement.

seeeeee
ooh I am so happy
feel fear fire
blood will lash the fascist
fear feeds bible
ferocious alcohol
blood will splash past us
fear for what i have unleashed
here are their houses
swallow your fears away
free the lama, black sewer sky
hear the longing open dooor
all used up here there grass is greener
heave ** socially.
***** of the blind offer some potion
who are we but lamb skin and horse manure
smooth skin n smooth *****
frustrations are family bible
I observed their army fail
a rorschach knife a rorschach veil
as it strikes the rocks rocks fall
the animal he ate the bible

Take my hand guide me through this crowded room, dance me to the end of love. and I will lead you into this beautiful dance called us . Mr. Cohen told me the future is ******, but I am trying to live into now. See the crumbling obstacles and tear them down. I was falling and I felt your hand reach out, but that is old news now. Ill take you in my arms, and embrace what life is now.

Pick up your weapon! Grab the pen.this one can't go unwritten, should I say it again?

master of dust
swimming in the ashes
I am but a man
among a sea of prophets

Their utopia is ignorant bliss
Emotionless society,
emotionless existence
the'll be no need, or wanting variety
Ticking down time, till our slow demise
Give us a dose of reality
with a dose of nonsense
spiraling out into insanity
An odorless place of nothingness
Apathy is so extremely easy
Beauty surrounding everything filthy
Perfection is just an opinion
Contradiction or nonfiction
Fictional characters with friction addiction
Pain's constant. constant constriction

The world grows from the ashes of the bones of those before us
stomp on your ancestors who are this great world that once walked among us

Tripping' to sleep after the departure of the ******* puppets & scarecrows from new depth of perception.
dreaming will into existence. The day of the dinosaurs has come and gone.
We are but Tourist on this trip, So lets just watch the flowers bloom. Floating on the mist of a cold summer moon.
Lets us breath in the beauty all around us.
Triangles in the night sky,visions in our eyes
Circles around us,psychic tyranny
Beauty even in death. Its good to be alive

going down this long lost road
traveling under the waning moon
thinking upon memories of old
I feel my impending doom
we are pilgrims in the age of fire
we are gods.. truth we aspire
voyaging deserted corridors
painted in cast iron blood
a great spectacle of gore
like nothing you could think of
elaborate scheme between hunter and pray
scrambling the mind and left in disarray

vast vivid wilderness
analyze politicians mind
hypocrites world dies in lies
moral devolution,hiding in white
lose of mind,gravity inside
zero nothing, sometime
1 is a separate thing
a velvet plaything
breathing in the fumes
lobotomized muse

trying to do what is right
don't forget, never forget
to start walking in the grey
memories they slowly fade
from this harsh reality
exist inside, resist tide
inside you'll see it die
justify your wicked mind

the eyes torture tantalize
3 rings, out in time
bombarding mind
find it not linear time
time line separate thing
velvet plaything
treated like lobotomized dogs
vast vivid life of pain
wires forced into my brain

trying to do what is right
don't forget, never forget
to start walking in the grey
memories they slowly fade
from this harsh reality
exist inside, resist tide
inside you'll see it die
justify your wicked mind

Like morning and the night  
we are not so different you and I
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
fight each other till the day we die
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
the minds wanders it is destined
This stupid ****, sinking ships,
will they sink or learn to swim.
people ******* it becoming corporate
**** it in, it may be hard to swallow,
they want to throw it all away.
changes tides wash away twisted fate,
will it matter anyway.
will you sink, or learn to swim,
or knell like a slave on your knees,
pray to your god to wash it all away
in darkness and in light
you embrace the day yet fear the night
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
fight each other till the day we die
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
a crooked tree is all we got
the wretched of the planet
its nature to panic
but they all know best
find sanctuary and lay this to rest
is consciousness a soul
will we ever truly know
runaways rebel out of control
roaming the streets with no home
this is the country with rules of stone
wicked sinners go, and flames grow
your hanging on, just let go
learn to swim, or just float
This stupid ****, sinking ships,
ship lost with no guidance
in darkness and in light
we are not so different you and I
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
and all reality is put to the test

Their utopia is ignorant bliss

Emotionless society,

emotionless existence

the'll be no need, or wanting  variety

Ticking down time, till our slow demise

Give us a dose of reality

with a dose of nonsense

spiraling out into insanity

An odorless place of nothingness

Apathy is so extremely easy

Beauty surrounding everything filthy

Perfection is just an opinion

Contradiction or nonfiction

Fictional characters with friction addiction

Pain's constant. constant constriction

The ability to project power,is truly
key to controlling our world
dream the impossible dream into reality
explode your being
will you ever realize the duality of man
it cant all be seen
caped in gold
Resurrection machine
a mirror in the sun
widing the horozions of man kind

I wish I could remember your face from that dream,
and I wish that I knew what life really means.
Wont you come closer? Come closer love.
Watch the seasons change,as blood drips down from above.

So I disconnect, & I fade away,
and I pray tomorrow a better day.
YES I PRAY TOMORROWS A BETTER DAY

All I want is for you to just leave me alone.
There's no longer fear. I just wanna go home.
So many scares, I'm beaten up again.
So many people lost we once called friends.

So I disconnect and I disappear,
but I fear the moment of truth is near,
YES I FEEL THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS NEAR.

I wish I could remember your face from that dream,
and I wish that I knew JUST what life really means.
Wont you come closer, come closer MY love.
I WANNA SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS JUST WHAT I'M THINKING OF.

I WISH WE COULD REMEMBER THAT LIFE IS BUT A DREAM.
I WISH I COULD SOON ADMIT MYSELF TO EVERYTHING.
I'VE BEEN BLIND FOR SO LONG, BUT I'VE BEGAN TO SEE.
I HAVE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, AND THIS IS MY VICTORY.

expression of impressions in sand
revisions of depressions in land
I'm clenching the rope of hopes last strand  
i'm grasping  intensely as i can
everyone has there own disguise
truth realized through pure eyes
in human blood they wash there hands
You carry your fire and brimstone inside

expression of impressions in sand
revisions of depressions in land
you see the blood on the helping hand
I am longing to find this feeling so grand
I would like to try to read your mind
darkness underneath a smile so kind
a demon behind timid mouse eyes
such reality declined you left behind

I smell a pungent stench when you open your mouth.
Death on your breath. The sound of a slow decay.
There is truly nothing more putrid than   thou
Fire in your eyes. The demise of this town.
See it all dying, drying in in the drought
I say we burn it all down to the ground
I can see the dismay,a smoldering decay
we just want to watch it all burn down

Create your self indulgent murderous society.
This feeling so foul, I sense when you are near.
You will never see this world as being worthy .
A self indulgent narcissist, who never cared
If sin exist then your existence is a  sin
Forced into hiding from, your repugnance.
Looking for a shred of humanity within.
Seeing the world and expecting  obedience

I smell a pungent stench when you open your mouth.
Death on your breath. The sound of a slow decay.
There is truly nothing more putrid than   thou
Fire in your eyes. The demise of this town.
See it all dying, drying in in the drought
I say we burn it all down to the ground
I can see the dismay,a smoldering decay
we just want to watch it all burn down

They were right I can't see the forest through the trees.
Just a growing disease, that will always be there,
I am but a tree in this vast growing woods.
I won't let you tower over me. Stealing my sun.
Taking my nourishment. I know your agenda is a alternate one.
just a cut to add to the wounds of time.

Scared from my bush with no name
They will brain wash the impaired
Such hefty goals they hide behind
Filling the holes you dug in their mind
Empty structured used to hold our souls
Constantly Walking down dank desolate halls

Feeling a strange comfort, yet impending doom
With every minute creeping closer to death
I do hope you cherish your last few breath
Soon all deranged intent reveals itself
You'll Find the TRUTH in finding yourself
Nothingness, the curtain closes over us

Pay to live, live to pay, pay to pray
Go down the line of our institutions
The line dead ends at supposed reality
Know now the solutions to vanity,
will come in due time. Ending your time
Minds grave stayed a slave, slave to stay

Walk the grey line.
Brain wash the impaired
The Morbid thoughts
Brain washed society
Do  not be scared
of what we can't see
This personal
separation.
Hear vibrations
Feeling natures stair.
Strife not the end
Climb the tree of life

Thought deprivation, and oral defecation. Plant the seed
Repair wounds of time. Knowing everything must feed
Isolation growing intense psychology distorted mind
Undiscovered complex perversity living inside of the  
There are some driven by the destruction of adversity
In Life and death, I tell you revision isn't key

Direct your inquiries to thriving minds
Be still in your decisions long pondered
Remove your mistakes, remove your memories
Time breaks for insanity, in alternate realities
Not acceptable. UNIVERSAL descent, a shame
Monetary gain, owning rights to humans brains

Its all about the capital and its punishment
The day we all thought would come true
This day we will soon enough forget.
New life surrounded by decay and death
We know  you won’t, but you really should
enjoy the carcass. It will all end soon.

To many people fearing the day they’ll die
Open to the window of opportunity
Look through the window to the other side
If what you found was lifeless, run and hide

The white squirrel runs free. Outcast for it difference. You know the story, it's all the same. We are all part of a huge unity. Refrain from your judgmental gazes of pain.
Some just want to see the world burn, mutiny of humanity.Release the sophisticated animal within the. for every beast will get its turn.
The white deer in its symbol for purity is hobbling. Sadly our symbols die. lie on barren plans. questioning sanity,insane, Refrain from your judgmental gaze, try to heal the pain.The dog has it's bite, and the bee its sting. the song birds still sing.
I see ******* kindness in a forest of forgotten memories
the vast vivid wilderness of pain, is the same as the one filled with such beautiful things. run free in your unified difference. notice the worlds significance. and all the energy it aims at your brain.

In this pressing moment I see you
staring into the eyes of a corrupted  sheltered soul,
keep your scares close to you because you cant let go  
they live with you,and have been inside of you,
its nothing to you,but nothing thinks something of you
smeared mascara  mess,in your summer dress
dressed to impress,living no regrets
so rough jaded stone, restrain from being a lover
I can read the book with out even opening the cover
it hasn't taken long for me to discover
the ink may be smeared but the message is clear
another, sheltered corrupted mind,
not sure I can get behind
such beauty with hidden crimes,
and innocent little white lie,  
the lines are drawn, and I can see between
but will I cross or stand upon them in the wolfs den
staring into the eyes of the demon
wake up now, you are not dreaming
YOUR world is all you know,
you must step out of the comfort zone
the sinners through the first stone,
who would have know
embrace venerability and live prosperously
staring into expecting closed eyes
knowing they will open in due time
after your virginity, all was a compromise
such beauty with hidden crimes, and innocent little white lie
staring into the eyes of a corrupted  sheltered soul,
keep your scares close to you because you cant let go
they live with you,all that has been inside of you
its nothing to you,but nothing thinks something of you
permanently in your skin, the poison sets in
forever remembering the thing that make you die again
they have become the thing that make you thrive to be alive
something you cant see with logical eyes
but only through experience of ignorance
ask questions and make mistakes,even if it leaves a bad taste
we all must learn somehow, and it is never to late
bug eyed rag dolls,burning autumn moon
leaves fall, hues change,they will come back soon
so I see the embers in your eyes, and the vision of you burning
IN MY MIND

don't like haikus much
I tend to stick to free verse
but I do like to rhyme

I am your scapegoat
deconstruct your rivalries
you love to hate me

I miss your voice calling me back to reality

breathing in the cool night air
floating by without a care
flying by the midnight stars
my destinations never far
feel the pulse with your mind
relax and let go of time
tune in to the frequency
the space between you and me

tune into the midnight pulse
wont you drift away with us
focusing is over rated
third eye infatuated
hack into reality
infiltrate and spread your seed
collect your soul and take a stroll
out into the midnight cold

break free from the chains that bind you
the can hold you down
they know nothing can stop this
no way to bring us down
push away it surfaced again
**** the cages that they put us in
just another day i **** it away
erase the pain and forgive the sin

MIDNIGHT PULSE!

tune into the midnight pulse
wont you come and join our cult

I THINK THINKING may be a highly overrated activity, I would say that is hypocrisy, but would involve thinking

My body mind and soul, ache in disgust thinking of your character, but your words are so sweet like sugar to ants

Stepping on the corpses of all you've known
trekking through the field of bones
the sirens sing, green angels with broken wings
like a  desolate future, in need of suture
I see a patina on everything, rustic brains
you can always find some sign of life
for there is always life within something
rose still exist among the filth and ****
there will always be beauty in the lies
and in the truths that flow through our mouths

I am leviathan swimming through
the ashes of your remains
dying on the ground
you will soon be saved

masses falling to the graves
fearing fire and brimstone
your soul enslaved
ready for your grave

resting there under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
All will be rebuild before to long

life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run
balancing life on the run

walk the beaten path
carry the weight of the wizards staff
through the mountain and  seas
see his trinkets glistening

the agony of your hypocrisy
vanish into thin air not to be seen
don't give validity to your insecurities
make life the way you want it to be

the sunflower set in the west
white rabbit rest on your breast
words don't always make sence
everyone has there own quest

sing your zombie song
dead astronaut and lizard skin
the devil's in dark cats and woman
marvel at the colors of your death

take the veil from off your eyes
and watch the sunrise
The beauty you seek is inside
my heart goes out to the night

resting here under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet its slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run

racing to the red light
you fear personal hell
violate every law of the universe
and yet you feel so frail
put your  coin in the wishing well

Satan's diaphragm, pentagram in hand
Die is the O, death is the answer
voice carrying,  through the  under lands
tempting you like an exotic dancer

resting there under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
life is just a lief falling

beautiful yet its slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run

Your birth may drag you into a brutally depraved world, yet it also bring you into a beautiful place remember that

Your dreams are and assets not a weakness
enjoy your sleep, and remember these words as you wake

He wore a velvet vest in a sharp side of town,
her crimson lips were enough to get him aroused,
it was her corset that would bring him down.
with **** and hips that over fill her gown
she wants to dance she wants to get down,
she walks so elegantly through the ruff parts of town
You want so much for her to know you now
but its something your insecurities wont allow

I gathered the courage maybe a bit to soon
giving me your soul in a dark candle light room
as you smell the rose peddles all around you
and all the other flowers in brought you in bloom
I never knew this time my words would swoon
I was wrapped around your finger like string in the loom
telling each other secrets, of all our fears and our doom
like the horror of your womb, and the life it once knew

my finger prints on your body, and on you immaculate gown
I made you dripping wet, even though I played the clown
smile on your face, joy on your body. leaving me in wow
I may not be stable, yet I thought we were on solid ground
our days growing numbered, and the love is winding down  
strong love can still slumber, even if its world renown
you find solace in the heart of your possessions now  
I ask you many things, such as to wear my crown

safe mental state left behind,remembering our vows
it made you feel so high to tell me I was low brow
we shared each others toa,yet we walk different paths now
truth should always be found, even if it causes pain somehow

I realized it was a dream within my mind
dreams become reality, if your not so blind  
dreams can become nightmares if given time
you were my promise of perfection, souls intertwined
but true perfection can only live within ones mind

I saw such wisdom when I looked into your eyes
you said you saw it in me too, but it may have been a lie
I guess we wont see each other old and wrinkled as we die
horrible thoughts multiply in a morbid mind

I still have that velvet vest, and wear it now and then
press it to my chest, close to my heart, like a friend
I tried to leave you, there was many messages to send
you tried to leave me, and my ignorance I defend

I tried to leave you satisfied, tried to leave you satisfied
the pledges that were made, and the hate we hide behind
thought I never heard the things you said as you softly cried
you never thought id listen well I even read between the lines

I am so vexed we never think of the wages of ***
the chains you fasten to me slowly broke me down
your hands hastened down, and you still want a slave now
I hope you get what you want, on the way to the next now

I am nothing without this thing called spell check
I have nothing on many of yours education
and many of yours upbringing
and I envy most of your elegance
but I will continue to speak from my heart
hoping you hear me, and hoping you do the same

The fragility of the heart is the closest certainty I know
I used to think a broken heart was a hyperbola
give a description of your remission  
the loudest sound of all love unspoken
yet we always hear the sound of love broken
and if  you repair something broken
it is never the same even if the flaws are never seen
the more it breaks the harder it will be to pawn off as being in  perfect condition
if you sew up an incision you will most likely see a scar