i don't need photos to
remember you;
you are burned
onto my
heart

When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole **** world's turned cold.

I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong.
Yes, I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong,
But this world is weary
An' de road is hard an' long.

I fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
Fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
She made me lose ma money
An' almost lose ma mind.

Weary, weary,
Weary early in de morn.
Weary, weary,
Early, early in de morn.
I's so weary
I wish I'd never been born.

As the night begins to deepen in this lonesome soul
Will you still be here
When St. Jude calls my name and when the insomnia begins to crawl
Will you love me as the blood turns to quick sand
Am I still breathable?
Am I safe to touch?
As the contagion muddies the mind and burns the body
When my skin turns to ash and my mind to mush
What will become of us then?
In this hapless state of angelic demise
The soul begins to crumble
The mind begins to wonder
And a love laid in stone can be worn away by the wind

as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust

but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands

and is with sleep….

love,
    the breaking

of your
        soul
        upon
my lips

You may
Whisper lies
But
The truth
Shines along
Colour changing
Patterns
Of your
Irises
Eviscerated
For me
To see.
Observing you
Observing me.

The fight avoided is already won, but don't count me out another way.
Is it the stronger man that lives with his sins, or he that can call it a day?

The deck is stacked and there's no more begins.
Like Russian Roulette, played fully packed;

The house always wins.

My flicking lick
Not the trick to get your **** sticky?
Rather a thick ****, light brown if you're picky?
When I'm sick the words drip
And I sip, sip
Ahhhh
Then **** it back and spit it
And behold an angry love poem untold
Never bold enough to hold it to you
Just not something I'd do
But these words are true...
Thoughts in my envisions
Nightmares ask permission
To intrude on my hopeless solitude
And they do.
You're my dry Valentine
I could wonder why, or cry.
But I'll just call that old thing back, goodbye.

you're
still so
beautiful